because i just rewatched it and i have feelings

i love season one dean with his too-big leather jacket and his ripped worn out jeans and his bracelets and ring and necklace and his freckles and long eyelashes and perfect jawline and cheeky grin

and his wide desperate eyes and his frustration because all he wants to have his family all in one place and sam and dad just can’t SEE that like he does and i love how he leans into every touch he gets because he’s so starved for it and i love the shadows under his eyes because he’s only 26 but he feels like he’s been living forever and wow oh wow i just love season one dean

How was the Series of Unfortunate Events movie literally the best thing ever and the worst thing ever at the same time

Like how could they nail the casting, atmosphere, music, narration and basically everything aesthetic so perfectly while completely disregarding the actual story that they were adapting beyond the point where it can even be enjoyable

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: did Zuko ever meet that little boy from "Zuko Alone" again? that little gap-toothed troublemaker who treated Zuko like a brother? i know they parted on such bad terms when Zuko revealed his identity, and i really don't blame him because at that time Zuko was still kind of an asshole, but did they ever see each other after the war? did the little boy hear about how Zuko disowned his father and joined the Avatar? did he learn that Zuko was the one to fight Azula in that fateful battle? did Zuko visit an earth kingdom town one one of his royal trips and recognize him years later? did the little boy apologize for rejecting him? or did maybe he go to the fire nation to see if Zuko remembered him? did Zuko beg forgiveness for the crimes of the fire nation? did they make up? did they hug it out? did the little boy's brother survive the war? did he introduce him to Zuko? did Zuko insist on giving him the pearl dagger he tried to give him before he left? did the little boy accept it this time? did
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top 50 otps of all time ☆ #45. Peyton Sawyer & Jake Jagielski 

“Yes, losing your heart’s desire is tragic, but gaining your heart’s desire? That’s all you can hope for. This year I wished for love … to immerse myself in someone else and to wake a heart long afraid to feel. My wish was granted and if having that is tragic, then give me tragedy because I wouldn’t give it back for the world.”

anonymous asked:

hi I'm here to share an important observation I just made because I don't know who else to tell but I need to tell sOMeone so here I am - in paddys pub home of the original kitten mittens, towards the beginning there's a scene where Dennis rips open the flannel he's wearing to show the Hard Rock Cafe shirt he's wearing underneath & literally at the exact moment that he rips his shirt open, Mac makes this really important face and I just feel really strongly that everyone needs to be aware of it

UM SO HE ACTUALLY MAKES A FEW IMPORTANT FACES:

I’m speechless

okay, out of all the scenes i would love to talk about. this is the one i really have something to say in.

when i first watched this, i got an uneasy feeling. victor looking at his ring, i know many people don’t want to say it, but it almost looked like he was regretting a bit.
and i’m not saying he was, because in all honesty, victor has and will never regret anything involving yuri.
as i’ve rewatched this scene, before yurio even came up, i’ve kinda seen something.

victor has never been in love. he doesn’t know the feeling. he doesn’t even know exactly what it is. he just knows it something and having him saying that yuri has shown this unknown feeling to him says a lot. i feel like he’s kinda scared because it’s new to him and the feeling is strange. i was honestly scared when i first realized i loved my girlfriend because you don’t know what love really is when it comes to being in a relationship like this.
love is different between family, friends, children, and bf/gf/fiancé/husband/wife.
victor is experiencing this type of love for the first time and i feel that this scene is actually fear in a way.

he doesn’t want to mess this up. there isn’t anyone who will ever love victor the way yuri does and victor knows it. the last thing he wants to do is hurt his precious yuri.

that’s my take on this scene, i know everyone has their own opinions (trust me i read everything everyone says).

I just rewatched Civil War again and I realized something as I watched it - seriously, people need to pay attention in this end fight because Tony, if he had wanted Bucky or Steve dead, he could have killed both of them by simply blasting his center repulsor unibeam at them and they’d have died.

Tony Stark was pulling his punches, I’m calling it. He was fucking pulling his punches.

Yes he was furious and betrayed and angry, he wanted to hit someone, he wanted to make them hurt as he does, he wanted someone to pay and feel the pain, he wanted all those things. But even in that furious blind anger, there’s that part of him that couldn’t do it - Tony came into Siberia to help them, he just spent an entire movie trying to shield them from a firing squad, hell he let Natasha walk away and didn’t even go after her, Tony didn’t want any of them to die. Yes there’s so much anger he’s feeling, so much pain, but buried beneath all of that is a man who still doesn’t want to kill someone, who doesn’t want to kill his friend.

If he was truly so furious, truly so full of rage that he just wanted Bucky or Steve to die, all he had to do was blast them all with that unibeam and they’d both be done for it.

I mean, seriously, look at that scene, when Bucky was tearing at his arc reactor, he only blasted the metal arm off, and once Bucky was down, he could have unibeam again and Bucky would be dead but instead he used that same hand repulsor blast that he used on Sam, a non lethal blow.

Tony Stark may have been furious as hell, may have been overwhelmed with pain, but there was still a part of him that could not take the lethal shot. He was still holding back, however unconsciously, but he was.

I have nothing better to do than split hairs about sherlolly. Forgive me, it’s just that I’m still rewatching that amazing scene and I can’t really help myself.

So who loves you?

John suggests Irene Adler, because of the obvious attraction. But sex doesn’t equal love, and Sherlock does not associate Irene with love, he associates Molly. And it’s not just the natural ending of his deduction about the victim’s practicality about dead; Irene has lovers but she is a woman full of secrets so she is rather alone, and she’s far from innocent, I wouldn’t put past her amurder or two actually. Irene is a woman that will tell him I want you, like a new pet or a toy, she’s fascinated with him but in her brutal straightforwardness she would never speak of love, nor feel it in the selfless way it’s supposed to be felt. Don’t be ridiculous, he says to John, because John thought of her after the I love you, implying that she does love him, but SHerlock knows that hers is not love. He might be still quite dense on some things but he knows the difference between desire and sentiment.

He doesn’t espect for Irene to come to him when he calls or when he needs it, but he expects Molly to do it. It never occurred to him that she has not the strenght to provide whatever supports he needs because she’s always there, which is why he is upset that she ignores his call - But it’s me calling, and she can ignore someone else but she could never ignore him, and it hurts his pride. In the middle of a crisis, with her apartament less than 3 minutes away from blowing up he is upset that she would, for any reason, consciously decide to pass up on a chance to speak to him. I think ti throws him off his game a bit, later, when she answer his call, because she did something he did not predict. And when she tells him quickly then he still has trouble finding the words, because Sherlock does not want to speak about love with her, in fact Eurus must push him with a tick-tock from Moriarty. Sherlock needs for her to say the words, but at the same time a part of him knows he’s possibly doing something he won’t be able to undo, and doesn’t want to hear her say the words, he is not ready for that. If it was Irene speaking about love he would be  deducing how much of a lie that is and what’s her motive, what plan she has, where is the trick, but with Molly, if she says the words, even out of a script, there will still be love in it, because Molly is always painfully open.

I really loved when he says “No, I know you’re not an experiment. You’re my friend” with that hushing tone, like he wants to soothe her pain, because he’s truly sorry that he’s hurting her, because he knows she never valued her place in his life. He really didn’t give her much reason to, for a long time. Molly thought of herself as the one that doesn’t count, the one that is being John when he’s not around, but now she is important.

You know why - No I don’t know why. Really? He deduced that a long time ago at the Christmas party, and later her fiance was the bad copy of him, he can’t not know, he’s just refusing to see it because it scares him, It’s something bigger than he is, it’s something he doesn’t know how to handle or begin to deserve, so he’d rather not know. If she doesn’t love him he has no choice to make, no other way for him, no pother possible life to consider.

After she said it, he turns the switch and concentrate on the little girl again, interrupting Mycroft that is worried about him. Sherlock, however hard that was- that was a 3 minutes phone call and there’s no reason it should be hard on Sherlock unless Mycroft thinks that there was truth in his words. The fact that Sherlock ignores him and speaks to Eurus and concentrate on the next task is  the equivalent of him trying to hide himself from what has just happened. He’s saved Molly’s life, and maybe he’s hurt her but it’s nothing irreparable, there’s no reason why he should feel like hiding himself away unless what he said was true. I won, I won, was basically him rubbing in Eurus face that he’s fine, that forcing him into that concersation did not upset him, but You didn’t win, you lost. Look what you did to her. Look what you did to yourself, all those complicated little emotions, I lost count. Emotional context, it destroys you, every time. Now please, pull yourself together, I need you at the peek of efficency, the next one isn’t going to be so easy. Today they are soldiers, five people died in front of him and he’s been lucid up to this moment, even while she spoke he stayed immobile and apparently calm but she knows the damage she’s done, the walls she tore down, which is why she says pull yourself together. She had fun pushing the one button that could send Sherlock into a turmoil and then told him to pull yourself together. She kicked someone that was on the ground and then asked them what were they doing crawling on the floor.

And the coffin’s lid it’s been bothering so much, in a good way, because it was such a beautiful scene and I got why he smashed the coffin, but the exact reason for closing the coffin before doing so just escaped me, until I connected the dots too. I know Smith’s words were true and applied perfectly to the phone call but I did not realize it applied to this moment too. You can’t take it back, you can’t un-say it. Once you’ve opened your heart you can’t close it again. That’s what Sherlock is trying to do, he’s trying to get over the inner turmoil, the words she made him say have made come to light things he’d rather not know so he’s trying to phisically close his heart. Mycroft knows that something snapped inside Sherlock, which is why he stands still on the door and just watched him close the coffin without trying to make him follow as John does.

So many days unlived, so many words unspoken, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. So Eurus forced them to say the so many words unspoken, and if one of them should die that day at least they have been honest with each other, said those words that they would have regretted. In a tortuos way it was thoughtful of her, wasn’t it?

This isn’t torture, this is vivisection - Eurus has cut him open to see what there was on the inside. And there was Molly.

My thoughts concerning YOI ep. 11

I just finished rewatching the episode, and after a second watch i feel much calmer than i did after the initial watch. And i know everyone is freaking out because of the ending line of the episode but honestly I dont see anything to be concerned about.

Having anxiety myself, i admit i could practically feel Yuuri’s anxiety as he sat there watching the man he loves just beam at watching the other skaters. Coupled with the fact that Yurio is jabbing at him with ‘higher than you’ remarks, and the failure he feels he just suffered, his anxiety is probably through the roof. That being said, he’s probably not thinking clearly at all, I know I don’t when my anxiety hits it’s peek. So he’s likely thinking that Victor misses the ice, and misses skating, and probably doesn’t want to waste his time coaching someone who couldn’t break 100 SP in the GPF.

I interpreted Victor’s look differently. To me, it felt like Victor was realizing he can have just as much fun spectating as he can performing. And maybe watching Yurio was like watching a ghost of himself and he realizes that perhaps it’s time to pass the crown of Champion to someone else. He’s ready to move on with his life, his love, and he knows Yurio will be great.

Naturally, Yuuri doesn’t see any of this because anxiety can block logical thinking. We know Yuuri already decided to hang up his skates after the GPF and quite simply I feel that’s what he’s going to tell Victor. He’s going to tell him he’s ready to retire after the GPF, that he has no intention of going on to Worlds or beyond. In doing so, he feels that will end everything he has with Victor, as he’s probably in the mindset that if Victor isn’t his coach he’s not anything to him. Which plays along the lines of his anxiety. Even though they have rings a part of him is constantly thinking ‘but what if you’re not good enough for him?  You just messed up that quad flip, you’re fourth place, you’re not good enough and when you tell him you want to retire he’ll leave you.’ To me, that’s why he clenches his hands…he has all these thoughts bouncing around in his brain (most of them unfounded as we know Victor’s feelings) and he doesn’t know how to turn them off.

So while the ending of the episode may feel like an arrow in the heart, it really isn’t.

This is a conversation that they need to have. This is when Victor may have to tell him pointblank that he’s ready to leave skating behind for him. And, perhaps, words won’t be enough and Victor will skate Stammi Vicino for Yuuri and THEN Yuuri will understand.

Either way, anxiety is a bitch, and I get what Yuuri is going through from that. In that respect, the episode doesn’t scare me and neither does the subsequent discussion they’re going to have.

Companion piece to You Can Do It.

I recently rewatched Civil War, and that line in the last act reminded me of how resilience Steve is, how he never really just gives up. It feels like such a good attitude to have for when you are struggling to accomplish whatever you’re doing.  If Bucky’s You Can Do It is a call to action, then Steve’s I Can Do This All Day is a “keep-on-going”. That is the kind of vibe I totally need right now - don’t ever give up, because you, too, can do this all day. 

Available as print and mug and t-shirts on Society6. 

if this Twitter response didn’t break your heart, idk what will. even if we weren’t subscribers in say, 2009 or 2010, we’ve all pretty much watched videos from then and looked at his current videos and thought “wow, look how much he’s changed” he used to be so full of self hate and insecurity, and now that he’s finally in a bit of a better place, the people he works hard to entertain get mad at him because he’s not posting the kind of content we want him to. “I’m a constant disappointment” is something he would say during old liveshows, and rewatching those moments always made my heart ache for younger Dan. watching him say it again just made me feel horrible. I can’t help thinking that if he didn’t have to worry about making “quality content” then he would be in a much better place mentally. please don’t be rude to Dan because even if you think he won’t read it, there’s still the possibility that he will and that it’ll take a toll on his self esteem and overall mental well being. we have to remember that he does all he can for us, and we should be grateful instead of yelling at him❤️ (I’d really prefer not to receive any discourse about this, as I’m not going to argue with an anon who thinks it’s okay to be rude to someone who’s still working on feeling good about themselves)

I am watching skam season 3 again (because I can) and every time I watch this scene it looks like Isak is trying to get a glimpse of Even in the reflection of his phone screen. Like he’s just tilting his had so weird and the only time I do shit like that it’s because I want to look at someone but have to look at them through a reflection (this sentence is not correct English, I’m sorry for that)

So yeah, I just wanted to leave this here..

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“When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.”

My favorite line of Kingsman will always be “I’d rather be with Harry” because Taron delivers it so well, and on rewatch, you’re going, “Well, yeah, he’s trying to bait Chester into activating the poison,” but why not have Eggsy just smirk and snark a one-liner, Bond-style? Why doesn’t he shoot a bold fuck, no or a scornful pfff, not on your life or a simple yeah, no way?

But, no, Eggsy has to cock his head and look Chester directly in the eye and say, very seriously and defiantly, “I’d rather be with Harry.” And you get the feeling he’s being honest here.

Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter that the last thing Harry told him was that he was a failure or that he barely knew Harry for more than a few months. What stuck with Eggsy from…God knows when to during V-Day was I want Harry back. I want him here with me. 

Failed Assignment

summary: in which lip loses his shit 

A/N: im a new blog and i’m rewatching and now im catchin feelings again smh send in ur requests tho

“You don’t give a shit about me. You don’t give a shit me because you don’t have to! Alright? You’re just sittin’ pretty in your ivory tower; I’m a fuckin’ insect crawlin’ on the wall ‘till you squash me, right?” His finger dug into the rough brown material of a knock-off suit that surely wreaked of whiskey and this mornings pool of sweat. “’Cause that makes you feel fuckin’ powerful? ‘Cause you fucked up your own life and you fuckin’ hate yourself for it!” 

The reaching voice bellowed throughout the building, feet scuffling backward with the race of Lip’s heavily worn out boots following after. You could hear his breath forcing way through his lungs, as if he didn’t want to waste a single moment breathing when he could be screaming, yelling, insulting and towering over the old man who’s hair hung soaked from sweat, his white eyes watching as the young boy backed him to the wooden double doors. 


“Fuck you,” it started as an instinctive backlash at the comments made; he probably didn’t even realise what had been said at first. The second time the words left his mouth, they were sour, twisted and bitter with the pure rage steaming through his shaking hands, “Fuck you!” 

The third time was the one that counted. The one were his voice hazed with a croak, most likely from the pain of the roars ripping from his chest earlier, where his eyes shot from one side of the hallway to the other, not even registering your presence. “Fuck you!” The words cracked, torn from his tongue, rolling off of his tongue, passed his lips and into the vicinity of where no one could hear but you and him. 

You recognised him from somewhere. You’d seen him locally here and there. It wasn’t a habit of you making a note of every time you’d stumbled passed him at some party when the both of you were out of your minds numb, or when you both sat on separate tables in the campus library, but you couldn’t deny that you’d notice if it was him; a good looking boy who was always too tied up in his own life to ever pay attention to anyone that didn’t know him or catch his eye. 

Stood at the very top of the flight of stairs you’d ran up, regretting the extra five minutes in the shower at this point in time since you were now ten minutes late for your afternoon class before you’d caught the scene outside, you just watched as the boy paced back and forth, his hands bawling into fists, the veins in his forearms bulging from his reddening skin, his jaw locked to the side, his lips murmuring incomprehensible curses under his breath, his eyes glossed. And then, suddenly, he stopped. “Got a fuckin’ problem?” He glared at you, the words hissed from his mouth. 

Your stomach sank at the sudden confrontation, but your eyebrows knitted together ready to challenge the rude comment, “’Scuse me?” 

His shoulder slammed into yours before his feet skipped two or three stairs at a time, the bottom of his boots slamming loudly once he’d finally met the flooring. Warm coffee splattered over your purple file holder, drenching the latest paper, which admittedly you hadn’t spent much work on, but did promise you’d hand in today, three days late. “Goddamn,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and throwing your head back. 

At the end of the old man’s pissed off lecture about life lessons and how trust is a construct of pain, you were set free, moving with the herd of the rest of the class, clutching your paper with an obvious F written on it. And you saw him, sitting on a bench in the dim blue light where the sun faded into the darkness. 

With a cigarette between his fingers, and his elbows leaning on his knees as his eyes watched the passing shoes on the cement before him, he sat silently. Until you obstructed his view, holding your failed paper out before him. He furrowed his eyebrows, flicking his vision up to you before gripping the paper, leaning back on the bench and taking a drag before sighing his words out with smoke lacing his sentence, “What’s this?” 

“A failed assignment.” You spoke back bluntly, throwing your back beside you as you fell to the bench beside him.

“Yeah, I can see that. What’s it got to do with me?” he questioned.

“Coffee caught it while you were throwing your little tantrum earlier. He wouldn’t even look at it.” You pursed your lips together, folding your arms over your chest. “I failed, because you can’t keep your shit together.” 

“Yeah, listen lady, I don’t even know you–” 

“Grow up, man.” 

“Excuse me?” He looked at you, offended,grimacing at your words.

“Yeah, excuse you. Just grow up. I’ve seen you around. You and me come from the same place. You know we got spotlights on us.” You spoke, shaking your head as the words came out, growing more angered.

“You don’t even know what happened, if you’ve been dealt what I’ve been dealt, you would–”

“I heard what you said. He’s a college professor. Not your dad. Not your pal. Just get a grip,” You stood up, leaving the paper beside him and strolling down the pathway. Who did he think he was? Who did he think you were, more to the point. 

“Fuck you, too.” He grumbled, shaking his head and peering down the other end of the path, avoiding watching you as you left the bench and made your way across the field. But then his neck turned, and he scratched his lower lip with the nail of his thumb, the sound of your assignment fluttering against the wind. 

Within five minutes of you entering your dorm, letting your bag fall to the floor, kicking off your shoes and replacing your rough denim ripped jeans for a pair of smooth velvet shorts, a knock rattled your door. Upon finding the scruffy haired boy standing in front of you, you folded your arms over your chest, leaning your weight onto your left leg and peering at him. “What, you stalking me now?” 

“Am I cool to come in?” He looked behind you, scanning your area with a hopeful look painted over his expression, something that caught you off guard. 

With a scoff, you shrugged, “Uh, I guess?” you slapped your hands on your thighs, moving to the side to make way for him. 

“Lip, by the way,” he introduced, sniffing loudly as if to compensate for the lack of talking or noise in your room as you shut the door behind him. 

Tilting your head to the side you leaned back on the wood, “And you’re here, why?” 

“Uh, well, first off, I wanted to say sorry for your paper,” he shuffled off his dark olive coat, throwing it on your bag.”

“Doesn’t make a difference now,” you mumbled, but sighed seconds after, “Thanks anyway. It was late anyway, and you know, he’s an asshole.” 

“A fucking asshole.” he furthered, hovering around, looking at the art on your walls, peering to the desk of your messy piles of paper and empty glass bottles.

“Is that all you came for? Because I gotta head for the library pretty soon.” 

“I was thinking, how I could make it up to you. I mean, I don’t really know you, but for some reason, you have a real problem with me fucking this whole thing up for myself.” he took two steps towards you, his hands fluttering the hemline of his shirt, the lining of his boxers peaking from his jeans, the trail of hair from his stomach peaking. 

“Just like to be helpful,” you shrugged, swallowing tightly at the back of your throat as his eyes read your actions, lining up your curves as he sucked his lip between his teeth. 

“Nothin’ more than that?” 

“What else would it be?” You couldn’t help but smirk at your own comment, leaning as far back to the door as you could, watching as he stepped his feet between yours, his large hands curving over your hipbones and pulling you towards him, the callouses on his fingers rough against your soft skin. 

“If we’re being open, I’d say somethin’ like, I don’t know, you wanna fuck?” the movement of his lips against your neck between the pecks planted on you sending butterflies through your stomach and fluttering to your chest, moving quickly with the beat of your heart. 

And that was that. Within moments, your leg curved over his thigh, his forearm curving under your leg and lifting it slightly higher as vantage, your fingers twisting through the curls of his hair and tugging, eager for the exciting night ahead. 

02x07

so i’ve just finished rewatching the episode after sleeping for like maybe 3 hours
i still have very mixed feelings about this episode because it was full of amazing moments that i loved a lot, it was also horrible in very moments and i am still bitter about this but i tried to limit my complaining at this point… i’ve been ranting for like 3 or 4 hours on tumblr with people and i’m just so tired about this

- alec complaining about the name of the sushi was so adorable
i love matt and harry for including this little interaction between alec and magnus. malec is so domestic

- magnus looked so surprised when alec bought him a present. it actually broke my heart. i’ve been suspecting nobody really cared enough to buy him anything for too long. magnus deserves everything that is good in this world and i am so happy that he found alec who is making effort and fighting for their relationship

- ‘you continue to surprise me’ is such a lovely parallel to the scene from 01x12. magnus is genuinly surprised that someone is doing so much just for him (oh is that my heart in pieces again)

- magnus casually name dropping casanova gave me life. alec’s reaction was adorable ‘seriously magnus… i’m trying here don’t be like this let me live’ haha

- malec’s makeout session on the balcony was just so casual and so soft and i am in love with this (and i am not gonna complain again about the fact that they cut out SO MUCH from this scene ugh)
and when alec gets a message, magnus is touching his lips… again. it’s like he can still taste alec’s lips on his own. it’s like he just wants to remind himself that yes, it is actually happening
and when alec is leaving, magnus looks so smitten? he’s already falling so hard for alec. it’s beautiful

- magnus and maia interacting together were the highlight of this episode. i didn’t know much i wanted to see them together. they were absolutely perfect
magnus telling her that he got a gift and that yes, it was from someone special
this scene was just so pure

  - magnus was such a badass when he was throwing out that rufus guy. we finally got a chance to see him actually being a high warlock of brooklyn and it was amazing

- i loved magnus speaking spanish to izzy

- magnus was trying to save isabelle, to help her and warn her. and she just used him like that… this is so not izzy?

- the scene where alec is talking about sex with izzy was one of the best scenes. she was so excited for him. and i love that alec finally felt sure enough to discuss his personal life with someone

- also… a fake girlfriend only proves how gay alec actually is. i love my gay son

- alec is so thirsty af, just going for it, grabbing magnus’ face to kiss him. he’s finally going for what he’s always wanted and it was beautiful

- magnus feeling so vulnerable and trying to stop alec
magnus’ feelings are important and he should’ve got a chance to talk about them. to say that he was okay with this because he was really worried about this
alec means so much to him and he’s scared to rush things, losing alec would be too heart-breaking for him
and i absolutely hate that he didn’t get a chance to say 'yes’ out loud. if alec being ready made him change his mind, it’d be absolutely okay. but they didn’t allow him to say this. kissing back doesn’t always means 'yes’. i’m still very bitter about this
and alec would never do anything against magnus’ will. their relationship is based on trust and communication. they deserved better than this

- and yes, i am still very bitter that they showed us literally nothing
magnus and alec decided to take a very important step in their relationship and it should’ve been shown with respect
but no, showing two men together is just too gay, isn’t it
because clearly they don’t have problems with showing up scenes before or after sex (like jace’s random hook-up or izzy with meliorn in s1)

- jace seriously needs to stop cockblocking alec, this is getting ridiculous

- the amount of unnecessary heterostraight drama in this episode was just… wow
why did we need that makeout session with some random girl that lasted for SO LONG when the only canon couple was barely shown? what was the point again?
yes, we needed to see the scene where alec is talking to jace (and the girl could be leaving at that moment) but everything else was literally taking screentime and adding more heterostraight bullshit that we have enough of
yes, we totally we needed to see her boobs more than an actual couple that decided to take a very important step in their relationship

- please don’t make jace this cocky dude again… cause i literally couldn’t care less about that version of jace in s1. he’s so much better than this

- jace loves clary so much… as soon as he thinks she’s in trouble, he leaves everything. caring jace is why i liked him later, this is the real jace. not that cocky idiot who pretends he doesn’t care about anything

- also, jimon was on a date. yes, fight me on this bye

- simon trying to show jace how he flirts… simon is the most precious bean and he needs to be protected

- simon is such a good guy. he’s always ready to give up on his plans for clary. but it’s good that he was trying to finally move on, even if that didn’t exactly work out

- simon and maia were so cute and adorable. i really love their interactions together
when she helped him clean the blood, this was such a lovely moment between them

- ‘i spit in one’ the sass master. her whole interaction with jace was just the best. she doesn’t let him feel superior to her. good.

- maia is the smartest woman ever and i love her with all my heart. i’m glad she let simon know that he was acting like an idiot and that she didn’t deserve to be treated like this
but she handled the situation with him in such a great way. she wasn’t angry, she always knew anyway. maia is an amazing friend and she gives the best advice to people who actually deserve any of her time

- i’m so worried about izzy. her scenes are breaking my heart, she doesn’t deserve this plot line. it’s just so hard to look at her shaking because she didn’t have yin fen for a while

- and the way she got angry with clary… sure, maybe clary should’ve told her. but this is all because of yin fen. izzy would never act like this before

- and going through victor’s office just to find more of it… this is really bad

- izzy trying to score… seriously, this plot line… izzy deserves better. i’m gonna keep repeating it until someone finally realises this and stops doing this to her

- and while i’m at it…
LUKE DESERVES BETTER TOO
when he listed all the names he was called by his own sister… and then she just came to him, trying to betray him yet again? i can’t even imagine how he must’ve felt

- when valentine called luke parabatai… i was actually in tears. the pain on luke’s face… he really loved valentine in the past, considered him his brother and valentine betrayed him in the most horrible way. and now he’s using that word just to hurt him more… i hate valentine so much

- valentines pretends he wants to 'help the world to be safe again’. but really… it’s all about power for him, nothing else

- clary’s reaction to simon’s abs… yep, i feel ya girl same
although it kinda sucks that she finally saw him as a guy and not her best friend only after this… oh well

- i like that clary and alec are slooowly becoming friends, they could work really great as buddies

- i was actually very impressed that clary didn’t let cleophas manipulate her. and luke was also so impressed. he is such a proud father and i love him

- i can’t believe clary tased luke just to get her way… this is seriously clary from s1 and i wasn’t a big fan of that clary
yeah, it might’ve all worked out but she shouldn’t always do what she wants just because she thinks it’s right

- but i did love badass clary on the roof. she is really becoming a great shadowhunter and in that moment, i was very proud of her

- the plot with an angel was VERY intersting. i was waiting for it to happen. it broke my heart when valentine kept him captive
but him helping clary and actually stopping the whole thing was played out really great

- the way he communicated with clary and he just knew clary would do everything to help him. that’s why he showed her that vision. even if neither she nor jace understood it yet


- seeing and hearing the angel cry for help… this was so sad and moving. a real angel, treated so horribly by a person who was supposed to love him. valentine is such an evil person

I'm Torn Between Two Headcanons

By now, I think we have all watched, dissected, rewatched, and all but memorized The Scene. There are many things that seem obvious to me (like the fact that SHERLOCK MEANT IT). But as to the matter of Sherlock knowing Molly’s feelings for him, I have two opinions fighting for dominance.

First: Yes, of course, he knows she loves him. Isn’t it obvious? And when he says, “No, I don’t know why,” it’s because he’s hoping that will convince her to say it. Then later, with the line, “If it’s true, just at it anyway,” is yet another desperate attempt to get it out of her.

Second: He knows Molly is attracted to him, even infatuated, and that they’re friends, but he doesn’t realize the depth of her feelings until she says, “It’s true.” He is stunned by the fact that she loves him, and this is where he starts to maybe realize he’s not so indifferent to her. “Say it anyway” becomes more that a method of coercing the truth out of her. He doesn’t just need to hear it, he WANTS to hear it, from her lips. He wants confirmation that it really is true.

What do you think, my fellow Sherlollians? I’d love to hear your ideas!

MY HEART JUST BREAKS

HE TRIED SO HARD AND HE DIDN’T WANT TO DISAPPOINT HIS PARENTS AND THOSE WHO SUPPORTED HIM ALL THE WAY

HE WAS HOPING THAT HE’D AT LEAST HAVE COME THIRD OR SOMETHING OTHER THAN LAST PLACE. AND HE JUST FEELS SO TERRIBLE BECAUSE HE THINKS HE’S A FAILURE AND A DISAPPOINTMENT 

AND THEN

YUURI, MY INNOCENT AND LOVELY SON, IS CRYING HIS HEART OUT AND I CAN’T

Originally posted by pennytlr

I HAVE TO SAY IT TO THE WORLD

OKay YOI is killing me and that cliffhanger is also, I’M HAVING A MENTAL BREAK DOWN SOS

BUt, I saw someone on facebook this:

ABOUT THIS FACE:

AND LOTS OF PEOPLE ARGUING WHY VIKTOR DIDN’T HUG HIM OR ANYTHING. aND after rewatching that scene I may have a answer (or just a theory, IDK). 

After that scene, we see a flashback when viktor was still skating, after the grand prix, and he says it:

END OF FLASHBACK, NOW THIS:

GUYS IS NOT IT CLEAR THAT VIKTOR JUST DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO REACT ???? I mean, he says it, “WHAT SHOULD I GIVE YURI NOW?”, Because back when he won the Grand Prix and probably others competitions he thought that he could only surpass things by HIMSELF, COME ON HE SAYS IT !! LOOK AT THE FIRST SCREENSHOT !!

He says that he’s feeling new emotions, he’s confused and lost, that’s the “new emotions” he’s talking about. And to me that is proven when says “what should I give Yuri now?”

Yeah, Viktor used to hug Yuri in other competitions but this is GRAND PRIX, even JJ felt the pressure, that was different, a simple “hug” might not have been what Yuri needed in the moment, or it was! That’s the point, Viktor DID NOT KNOW and thought that doing nothing and just standing there was the right choice.