because she is the greatest

I remember the way she cried. The way she cried after I made her promise she wouldn’t do anything stupid. I asked her why she was crying and her answer is what shattered my heart into tiny little pieces, “Because no one ever really cared about me like you do.”
She was the greatest thing to ever walk into my life.
It was that exact moment that I promised myself to never let her go. To protect her from this cruel world because she doesn’t deserve the shit that life throws at us.
I was left speechless, i pulled her in and i hugged her tears away. I loved her with every inch of my being and maybe she didn’t love me in the way I wished she did but I didn’t care because she needed me and that was enough.
I hugged her as I said bye. I walked away knowing that she would be okay because she knew someone was there for her. That’s all she needed. I turned around to catch her staring at me with those loving eyes and a soft smile.
That was all I needed.
Jealous Much?

Pairings - Zach x Reader
Summary - Reader tries to make Zach jealous.. it does NOT end well ;)))
Warnings - Cursing, Smutty smutty smut smut, Daddy!Zach, Dominant!Zach
POV - Third Person
Word Count - 831

A/N - This is going to be like a 2-3 part thing, I guess. Daddy!Zach is totally real, so is Daddy!Ross FIGHT ME I DARE YOU

so ladies and gentlemen, I present to you - DADDY ZACH.


It was a Saturday night and there was a party at Bryces’ as always. It wasn’t any different - people getting drunk off their asses, vomit in a few places, hormonal teens making out, the usual. But what wasn’t usual was the tension between Zach and Y/N. Sure, they fought at times but nothing this severe. They hadn’t been talking for almost two weeks. At this point, Y/N wondered if they were even together anymore. There was no set reason as to why they fought. The reason was unclear to both parties. So they handled it the same way any teenager would - they decided to get shit faced. And there was no spot better than Bryce’s. Sure, he was an asshole, but he had alcohol, which was the solution to the problems of Liberty High’s favourite couple. 

 So Y/N decided to doll up to make sure she left no stone unturned to make her man (or her ex-man?) jealous out of his mind. Zach was a jealous, petty bastard. He loved Y/N truly, but he was hurt. And there was no way he was apologising first. After a few drinks and hours, Y/N was dancing with Monty who had his hands around her waist, dangling dangerously low. He was whispering sweet nothings in her ears, while she was laughing innocently, as if this was normal. As if she wasn’t doing all of this to make Zach lose his fucking mind. It was as if acting came naturally to her. And to say she wasn’t successful would be the greatest lie ever. Because Zach was looking at Monty as if he would cut him in pieces and feed himself with it.

 While Y/N smelled like vanilla, Zach smelled like envy. All he wanted to do was to go over to them and rip Monty apart, limb by limb. But he didn’t do that. He wanted to wait and see what would happen next. And it was as if Monty and Zach were having a telepathic conversation, because he moved his hands down to Y/N’s ass, giving it a squeeze, leaving Y/N too shocked to react. When she finally came to her senses, she pushed Monty, who wouldn’t let go of her. Zach took this as his cue to come in and actually rip Monty apart, limb by limb. So he made his way over to his girl, ready to take her back. “Care to explain what the fuck you’re doing with her?” a fuming Zach asked. Y/N had never seen him like this- she’d never seen him this angry. Eyes burning red, fists clenched, and lips in a straight line. “She’s over you bro, she was practically begging me to fuck her.” “Get your filthy hands off of me, you pig.” Y/N said, pushing him with all her might and moving to Zachs’ side. “You’re lucky you’re my friend, Montgomery.” was all Zach said before punching him in his face.

 He led Y/N out to the garden at Bryce’s, where his car was parked. “thanks- thank you for uh, for saving me.” An embarrassed Y/N said. She wanted to make Zach jealous, but she didn’t want things to get so out of hand. Zach wasted no time in grabbing her wrist and pining her down to his car’s hood. “Do you have the slightest clue as to what you’ve done? You avoided me for two whole weeks, didn’t respond to my messages, calls and emails, and today, you showed up at a party, wearing this,” He said while running his free hand over the sides of her thighs, skimming the sheer, thin material of her white lace dress. “Don’t you know what happens to little girls who disobey their daddies?” Zach whispered in her ear, making her knees go wobbly. “Zach, I- you’re hurting me,” Y/N said, trying to escape his hold on her. “Oh, am I? Pardon me, where are my manners?” He said, before pinning her on the hood once more, harder than before and kissing her roughly. His brown pupils had lost their usual, cheerful look. That cheerful look was now replaced by lust. Plain lust. 

He dragged her to his car, practically stuffing her in the car and closing the door, and getting in himself. Y/N, as fucked up as it sounds, couldn’t be more turned on right now. Zach started the ignition and began driving towards his house. “You’ve been so, so bad, Y/N. I think you need to be taught a lesson.” He said while running his hands on her thighs, up and down, slowly, smoothly and softly. He suddenly stopped at her core, feeling it’s wetness. “Wet already for me, babygirl?” He said and chuckled deeply. As they reached the Dempsey house, he turned off the car, getting out of his seat, he moved towards Y/N. He pulled her out, his hands on her waist. “What do you say, I have some fun with you?” He said and started taking her to his room.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: chris carter has even said that the x-files was really scully's story, not mulder's. the pilot episode opens with scully, a young fbi agent, being assigned to the x-files in order to debunk the work of fox mulder — we are to assume because of her background in "hard science", and when we first meet her she's a 29-year-old phd/md with a specialization in forensics, who has been through the fbi academy, and considering how much she'd achieved before the age of 30, you have to kind of wonder: why didn't she get a better offer than debunking the x-files? why did the fbi pick her to work with mulder when the fbi could have really gotten their money's worth by using her in a more serious capacity? was it because she was a woman? did they think mulder would be more likely to cave if he was partnered with a woman? did they think that she was too smart for her own good — or not smart enough? what did the fbi see — or fail to see — in scully that landed her in fox mulder's basement office? if the fbi had really appreciated, or understood, just how brilliant and capable scully was, why would they have ever knowingly partnered her with mulder? it seems like they completely underestimated her, because she went on to become not just mulder's greatest ally, but an enormous threat to those the fbi thought she would blindly protect. scully's story began the way many a woman's has: not being taken seriously by powerful men, while at the same time being expected to serve the goals and interests of those men. scully's story, ultimately, is not about a young fbi agent who stumbles into a government conspiracy-laden basement and falls in love with her spaceship-chasing partner. it's about a woman who spent her entire life trying to prove herself, and when she finally did, she was so powerful that it didn't protect her — it endangered her. scully's story is the story of all women who have to fight to prove that they are strong, and when they do, people just wait for them to be broken by their own strength. the threats against scully were often overt and specific, but not always. in so many ways the more subtle and pernicious attacks on scully's sense of self, of her perception of truth, the shaking of her foundation of justice, were the real threats all along. the cat-and-mouse game between mulder & scully and the government was always this: they wanted to make sure mulder stopped asking questions and ensure that scully was always questioning. what they really wanted her to do, constantly, was question her own perceptions and undermine her own beliefs. from the beginning of the x-files to the most recent iteration, the only thing that ever really stood between scully and the truth was herself.

When a blind woman was named Inquisitor, none of her inner circle expected the task before her to be easy. Neither did any of them expect her to face it alone. Each of them has their own task, a duty they have assigned themselves to make Elera Lavellan’s life just a little easier, a role they carry out with stubborn dedication. None of them say it, but they all know that every one of them would rather die than see someone else take their place.

Solas walks with her in the Fade, drawing her into his memories, conjuring up images of the places they’ve been. Only her body is blind, and in the Fade, she can see the echoes he creates for her. They stroll the ramparts of Skyhold together, a smile flickering around her mouth as she looks out on the rolling mountains, and he helps her memorise every staircase and passageway so that she might navigate them more easily in her sightless waking world. He shows her the Emerald Graves, so that she can stand beneath the trees and gaze at the million different shades of green the sunlight creates as it falls through the leaves. He shows her, despite his scorn, the Dalish camp they visited in the Exalted Plains, so that she can remember her own clan and feel, for a time, at home. They walk the paths of his memories together, he her hahren, and she, a student and friend he is proud to teach.

Varric does what an author does best - he puts the world around them into words. When they reach the top of a slope and let out gasps of awe at a view that Elera can’t see, he steps up to describe it to her, painting every detail with the best words he can think of until she smiles and whispers, I can picture it. He does the same with the people they meet, telling her everything from the colour of their hair to how high she has to look to meet their eyes. Leave it to the others to do the basics, helping her to make it through the world. Varric’s duty is to make that world beautiful.

Sera is the one who climbs. Up the piles of rocks, balancing on beams and narrow ledges, clambering onto rooftops and jumping between gaps. She hates those creepy shards, but Elera says they’re important, and Sera’s damned if she’s letting a blind woman go hauling herself up those frigging rock piles to reach them. Elera would do it if someone else didn’t, stupid stubborn woman, and Sera doesn’t want to see her fall and get herself killed. Because even though she’s an elf, an elfy elf, a really elfy elf who wants those pissing elfy shards to open that elfy temple… somehow, they ended up as friends. Real good friends. And Sera was never one to let her friends get hurt.

Vivienne picks out her wardrobe, not only for all those soirees and balls that the Inquisitor is obliged to make an appearance at, but for day to day wear. Just because practicality is Elera’s greatest concern - finding something with few buttons she needs to fumble at and few fastenings to struggle with - doesn’t mean she should be forced to sacrifice fashion. Vivienne seeks out fine silk and velvet for her, fabrics that a Dalish elf could never have heard of or touched before. She finds tunics in rich turquoise to match her vallaslin, and, for special occasions, a ballgown in pale silvery-blue, so unearthly against her pale skin that she almost seems to be wearing moonlight.

Dorian reads to her. It starts with him making some remark about a book on spirit magic he’s been browsing through. That sounds interesting, she says, could you read that passage to me? And before long it’s a tradition. She comes to the library, he finds a book, they sit in chairs facing each other and Dorian reads. At first it’s mostly tomes on magical theory, but soon, he’s narrating a new chapter of Hard In Hightown every evening, and a little circle gathers around them to listen, all of them catching their breath in unison over the dramatic parts and groaning whenever Varric ends things with yet another cliffhanger.

Cassandra has always been at home on the battlefield, and right from the start, she appoints herself the task of making sure that Elera can feel at home there too. Two rage demons, approaching from the right, and three wraiths, she roars, as the rift splits open and pours the Fade’s denizens forward.  One Red Templar in heavy armour, one archer. Just the simplest things, the things that tell Elera where to stand and what spell to use. There’s nothing she can do to make the bellowing of demons and the clashing of weapons less chaotic - but she can try to bring some kind of order out of the chaos. That’s what she does best, after all.

Bull takes it upon himself to make sure she can indulge in all the things the others won’t let her. Honestly, they treat her like she’s made of glass sometimes, and he knows it infuriates her, knows that she doesn’t want to be coddled. She’s blind, not a child. So he’s the one who makes sure she drops into the Herald’s Rest like all the others, the one who buys her a drink and lets her vent. She rarely has more than one or two, but all the same, he walks with her back to her room afterwards. Leaders have as much right to let themselves go as anyone from time to time. The fact that this leader can’t see doesn’t make the damnedest bit of difference to that.

Cole helps. He appears from thin air to guide her up staircases and through passageways when she needs it - but only when she needs it, because he knows she wants to stand alone as much as she can. And since she can’t see the curl of another man’s lip or the twitch of his brow while she speaks to him, Cole reads people for her, telling her the things she can’t pick up from their words and their tone. To him, her lack of eyesight means nothing. She’s a person, like all the others, and her thoughts are the same as everyone else’s. 

And Blackwall stands beside her. Where he’s meant to be. He’s the shield between her and everything that could ever possibly hurt her, the hand that flashes out to catch her when she stumbles and the weapon that cuts down the enemy who dared to get close. He’s the arm she rests her hand on as they go about their travels, the voice that tells her the path’s getting steeper or take it slow, there’s a sharp drop to the right. At first it’s an obligation, the duty of a soldier who’s seen men suffer a thousand different wounds from war, losing eyesight and limbs and sanity and Maker knows what else. He knows how to help someone whose body isn’t quite whole. 

But it becomes more than that, so much more. She is so strong, so capable, so determined to face all the trials thrown at her by a world she can’t see - but she can’t protect herself from everything. Just as he has needed her, needed her calm kindness and her dauntless faith in him, so she needs him to be her first and last line of defence. He knows, as the rest don’t (all right, Cole probably does, but all the normal rest don’t) that the one thing Elera Lavellan fears is oblivion. Being lost and alone with nothing to guide her.

She won’t have to face oblivion while he’s still breathing. She will always be able to reach out for him and find him there, to hear him tell her, I’m here, my lady. To which she responds with a smile and a murmur - I know, vhenan. Thank you.

She is his fortress, he is her shield, and nothing in the world can touch them.

Working Girl

A Peter Parker x Reader Drabble

A/N: This is a thank you gift for @riseofthehufflepuffs because she’s my best friend and the greatest person I know and I wanted to write a Peter fic for her for always supporting and being there for me. So, if there are any weird specifics that don’t pertain to you, well, they’re meant for C. 

You hated working, no, hate wasn’t a strong enough word. You loathed it. You weren’t Hillary Duff from A Cinderella Story, you didn’t work in a diner where the popular kids would come to and joke about calories. You worked in a nearby chain restaurant that forced you to interact socially with people you didn’t always care to talk to. Men making awkward flirtatious comments, judgemental stares from people when you ask them to repeat an order, mom’s getting angry at their socially awkward kid for not being able to pick out something to eat; you despised it. 

What sucked the most was when your peers would come around. Not your friends, no, they were always supportive; your peers, on the other hand, were mysterious. You didn’t always care what people thought of you, but watching them walk away and whispering, you couldn’t help but think it was about you. That they thought you were beneath them because you were the same age and you had to work. 

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Courage is a word of justice. It means the quality of the mind that enables one to face apprehension with confidence and resolution. 

Well, Jane, it just goes to show you it’s always something. It’s like my father used to say to me before I went to bed. He’d say, “My little Roseanne Roseannadanna, make sure you don’t end up being one of those people who have some saliva on your lip, right here in the middle. ‘Cause sometimes when they talk a little thin string of it goes up and down and up and down and up and down and catches all around. And nobody hears what they’re saying! 'Cause they’re too busy watching the spit! Going up and down and up and down and up and down like that. Good night, my little Roseanne Roseannadanna.”

Saturday Night Live 3x12

more Wonder Woman thoughts/spoilers

Wonder Woman was exactly what I needed her to be and I’m so, so glad. 

Diana was STRONG. She was fierce, even by Amazon standards. She’s wild and independent and loves a good fight. She grew up the only child surrounded by legendary figures and she was built by honor, compassion, bravery, and resilience. 

She was beautiful and powerful and regal. She was kind and in total AWE of the world, of mankind. “Oh, a baby!!” Because Diana has never seen the miracle of new life - she’s only read about it. That was the other thing?? She read!! She studied. Diana was curious and in love with creation. 

Whenever someone told her she couldn’t do something, her mother, the enemy, Steve, she rolled her eyes and fucking Did. The. Thing. 

“Goodbye, brother” not “Go to hell, Ares” - because it only takes a moment in the heat of battle for Diana to realize she is about to destroy the last of her kind and the only one who could have shown her new things - but it must be done. And she must do it. So she does it. 

She was the living, breathing embodiment of “Don’t kill if you can wound, don’t wound if you can subdue, don’t subdue if you can pacify, and don’t raise your hand at all until you have first extended it.” I mean. It was all there in perfect balance. The beauty, bravery, brains, brawn, the Hope and love that make her the Greatest Superhero Ever. 


But I was also super impressed with Chris Pine as Steve Trevor - because the star trek movies are terrible and I’ve never bothered to see many of his other movies. His talent surprised me..

Like, Steve’s RAGE and utter disappointment with the filth of the world and his slightly shell-shocked face, even cleaned up and safe in London, and his almost automatic urge to keep fighting even with the worst odds, the way he responds to a magical world beyond modern understanding with “well, that’s neat” (because, frankly, there are more important things he needs to be doing), the way he’s willing to take Diana to the worst of the war if there’s even a chance they can save lives, with no second thoughts about the risk or their personal feelings, his “I don’t know what it’s like” response when questioned about marriage and peace and parenthood

the way he looks at her like she’s a Goddess (because she is), the most beautiful and powerful person in the world (because she is), and also like the greatest…. pain… of his life (because she is)

She doesn’t understand the depth of suffering until she sees it with her own eyes. Her paradise did not prepare her for it. She learns quickly - but Steve is beyond shock or disgust. He’s lived the suffering. He’s made his career out of ruins. 

There were moments when he was explaining how the real world works to her where you could see the crushing pain it caused him to disappoint her (this is how things really are, princess) because she, like the people they’re fighting for, is innocent - but there was also anger in his eyes. 

He’s angry with her for escaping the carnage for so long when the rest of the world has been senselessly bleeding - but he’s more angry with himself for dropping the war right into her lap. He’s angry with her for maintaining Hope and the moral high ground when he gave his up long ago - for good reasons, but still. He’s angry with her for believing they can just storm into No Man’s Land or slay a single god to stop the Great War, like wading through water, slow steps but sure, - and angry and confused and uplifted and inspired when she actually Does Everything She Promised. 

He’s angry because where the hell have the Amazons been while innocent men, women, and children were slaughtered, burned, poisoned, enslaved. How many battles have been raging, how many innocents dead and traumatized, how many villages burned, raided, how many more lives could Diana have been saving.  

Where was Diana? Where was this goddess? Where were the gods? Where was his god? Why wasn’t he better? Why wasn’t he strong enough, smart enough? What happened to the world? How did they sink so low?

And when she’s ready to give up, pack up, and go home, he’s not exactly angry or surprised. He’s disappointed, but ready for it. No gods have come to their aid thus far. They’ve dug these trenches, piled these bodies high, all on their own. Mankind has ruined the world - but perhaps mankind can save it. They made it this far without Amazons or superheros or gods. He gets to work. 

He was complicated but ultimately, Good - and as fierce and hopeful and independent as Wonder Woman. Now THAT’S a person Diana of Themyscira would fall in love with. And when he said, You’ll save the world, he was holding her accountable, giving her the greatest challenge she could face, and expressing his love and gratitude, all in one breath. 

Seven Things About Supernatural: 12x11 - “Regarding Dean”

Let me begin with the caveat that I prepared myself for this episode thus: 

Not pictured: the communal emergency ice cream.

In my defense, the wine was for @treefrogie84​, but I did finish the dregs so that she could have, you know, a work night, and I did several shots in rapid succession about 2/3 of the way though the ep.  SO.

  1. Hey, so y’all remember when Dean took a depressing shower in 9x18, and we reblogged it for years because wet Dean is nice to look at?  Yeah, Dean riding a mechanical bull in slo-mo is this year’s shower, and I a-fucking-okay with that.  

    And really, let’s just take a moment to appreciate that a) the bull’s name is Larry, b) Dean was canonically an “amazing” rider, c) so amazing that he also had some kind of sexual experience with an on-duty waitress afterward, d) this all goes down at a place called The Pickle Jack Shack, and e) and that montage ends in Dean falling back on the bull, sensually – as if spent – to the words “my son you’ll be a man.”

    Because you guys, that right there?  That thing where Dean is totally unapologetic about either experience, and is not put off by Sam pointing out that the bull’s name is Larry and then not being like, “OKAY, BUT FOCUS ON THE CHICK” is possibly the queerest thing that has crossed my screen in the last 48 hours.  If you’re not reading dean as bi/pan/queer – and probably a versatile power bottom – I am not sure what I can do to convince you at this point.
  2. I think a lot of us went into this episode expecting the memory loss Dean experiences to be chronological, when really it was multiple waves of degradation.  It starts with a period of unconsciousness and a blackout of the night before, and then progresses from simple forgetting and difficulty with basic things into increasing helplessness and innocence.  

    What’s interesting is that Dean himself never really goes away.  He loses his sophistication and a lot of his affect, becoming more and more innocent as he goes, but his moral compass and drive to help others never disappears.  There are things that are in Dean’s nature that are shaped by nurture, but they’re always there.  

    He’s silly.  He loves what he loves.  He does not like being a killer.  He does not like arguments in which the ends are supposed to justify ugly means.  Even when he is losing everything up to and including his name, these things are true.  

    (Incidentally, the mirror scene is where I started drinking in earnest.)
  3. Ooh, this is an interesting ep for Watching While Pagan.  

    - The glyph Gideon (whose family appears to be Irish based on their surname, though given names are a bit wonky) uses is ogam.  Ogam is an Irish alphabet developed in either just before or right around the time of Christianization in Ireland.  The alphabet was later popularized by the Welsh “Druid Revival,” which was separated by centuries from actual druids in the sense of the priestly/scholarly class among ancient Celtic language speaking peoples.  The “language of trees” stuff is also a late invention by Robert Graves; most ogam are not named for trees or associated with them necessarily in older lore.

    - The characters of the glyph written strangely in the sense that it’s got diagonal feda on two axes, while the ogam alphabet only has diagonals going in one direction.  It doesn’t make sense for the reversed diagonals to be read alone – they’re the same fid! – and vertical ogam is traditionally read bottom to top.  

    - Ignoring orientation issues, the characters are (from bottom to top) MUIN - neck, trick; GORT - field, garden, MUIN (again); and NGETAL - wound, charm.  From right to left, IPHIN - sweetness, and UILLEND - elbow.  As a collection of things, it’s a reasonably coherent charm because it twists/bends, works with the physician’s skill, ruins the garden with tricks, etc.

    - Also, “ancient Druid” is not a language, and Celts were not a homogenous group but a broadly dispersed collection of cultures and peoples who shared a language group.  SO.
  4. I have not always been a fan of Rowena – her early arc was uncomfortably familiar to me in bad ways – but I really loved her in this episode.  

    In terms of the present she’s learning to adapt and thrive on her own terms, fnding new and satisfying ways to make her way – including, apparently, playing high-stakes poker in the most atmospheric server closet ever – but we’re also getting more glimpses of her as a whole person with a history.  

    More and more we’re seeing Rowena as someone who has survived as an underdog, who has been rejected over and over because she wasn’t what other witches considered worthy.  She’s still not the greatest of witches – Catriona Loughlin immobilizes her relatively easily – but she’s still got significant skill, especially if she’s got good documentation at hand.  She’s also got some regrets, and a grudging respect for the Winchesters’ work and world view. 

    I’m tempted to say that Rowena is becoming Sam’s Crowley in the sense that she’s the one he hates to need when things are happening that he lacks the esoteric chops to handle.  Also, like Crowley, she’s got the measure of the boys well enough to leave Dean a series of progressively more hilarious notes in the Impala.  

    Also, she gives her poppets googly eyes.  GOOGLY EYES.  That alone is Witch Goals, frankly.  
  5. Lots of really excellent brother moments, mostly at Dean’s expense. Sam takes him to task and gives him shit for what looks like a deeply irresponsible night, is amused/smug/teases him about not remembering “blowing off steam” with Elka, etc.  The Post-Its are also great, because they’re this simple gesture that highlights Sam doing his best to be helpful and protective.  Dean may win, though, simply for having the sheer gall to prank Sam with Rowena’s help.

    Also, did anyone else get the impression that Dean remembered his ordeal afterward?  Because the BM scene at the end made it seem to me that he did, or at least had some strong impressions of what happened.   
  6. Okay, but can the record reflect that this episode put Jared’s supports for waffles over pancakes into Dean’s mouth?  

    (From Houscon 2016 - video starts at 13:34)

    Audience Member: “PANCAKES OR WAFFLES?”
    Jensen: “Pancakes or waffles?  Again, solid question.  I’m gonna go flapjacks.”
    Jared: “And true to form, I’m gonna go waffles.  You get more syrup to surface ratio on the waffles.”
    Jensen: “This is why pancakes: waffles catch the syrup.  The syrup spills off of pancakes and onto my bacon.  ‘Cause maple bacon?  Come on!”
    Jared: “Bacon wasn’t a part of this conversation, Jensen!”
    Jensen: “It is now!  And you know it’s always a part of the conversation.  Bacon’s never off-limits.”
    Jared: “Waffles – waffles are like several little bowls –” 
    Jensen: “This is not a debate!”  
    Jared: “You can dip your bacon in the waff–” 
    Jensen: “I just said that maple syrup blends with the bacon.”
    Jared: “I can use the bowl of syrup to pick up the bacon.”
    Jensen: “I hate your face.”  

    Meredith Glynn, we salute you. 
  7. If you want to do yourself significant personal injury, go listen to and/or read the lyrics to “Broomstick Cowboy” and think about Dean Winchester.  

Bonus Thing: KUMA.  KUUUUMA.

Bonus Thing #2: So are we entering tonight’s roofies-that-were-not-roofies into the litany of ways in which the show has talked about sexual assault with men as the targets?  It’s ambiguous – it’s a pretext, not reality – but as the conversation continues between Sam and Elka, you see her shift from ha-ha, these guys are dicks to oh shit, oh shit, this guy got hurt and I maybe hurt him too.  That was…uncomfortably real. 

Bonus Thing #3: Dean Winchester will man the flashlight.  Good job, Dean. 

The Harry Potter series was a huge part of my life growing up, and I looked up to JK Rowling for the longest time because she was this brilliant writer and my greatest goal was to be like her, even greater than her. Yet now, with all the stuff she´s posting and just her attitudes in general, how she dealt with the Cursed Child and all of that, I just don´t admire her anymore, To me, she´s no longer the wonderful person that inspired people across the world.


Holy crap I drew art!! Shocking I know.

I feel like a bazillion years ago SailorFailures said it’d be an interesting idea if people took those fashion photosets where the models heads are cropped off and tried to pick what outfit a senshi would wear, and well, I found this photoset of Zuhair Murad’s dresses and…here we are!

The inners the outers and some villains for good measure. Dark Mercury made it in because she is my bae and PGSM is the greatest thing ever.

Yona’s crush on Hak is the paragon of purity. 

Like……. she just really likes it when he smiles, and ponders to herself that she should try harder so he can do it more. She’s literally happier to hear someone praise him than to hear them praise her. She thinks he’s got the cutest sleeping face, and spends all the money Yun gave her (meant for her to spend on herself) to buy him a charm of protection. And how does she realize she loves him in the first place? 

Because he told her his greatest happiness is to see her happy. Yona, you’re so cute. 

Whatever you do, don’t imagine Hiyori dying.

Don’t imagine Hiyori giving up her life during the battle between Yato and his father. So that Yukine would not lose his name and his life.

Don’t imagine Yato watching as her spirit leaves her body. As he reaches out his hand and sees her slip through his fingers. The only person who ever believed in him, vowed never to forget him, gone.

Don’t imagine Yato wanting to make her stay.

Don’t imagine Kazuma and Bishamonten telling him not to make her his Shinki. Because she will not know him, and the risk of giving up a god’s greatest secret is far too high.

Don’t imagine him losing her twice because he can’t help but say her name. Just one. Last. Time.

anonymous asked:

Inner Circle reaction to Inquisitor being the author of the Song of Ice and Fire series in Thedas?

Cassandra: It takes her time to recognize them, and even longer to care– if they were a murderer and killer of the Divine it doesn’t matter who they are. But once things are more settled she has a bone to break pick with them. Her favorite characters all died in the first two books, and it’s only gotten worse since! Romance is inevitably ruined by tragedy, and don’t even get her started her started on the Red Wedding.

Eventually they become friends, though they never give her spoilers, and it becomes a running joke between them that the only reason she let them live was because the series wasn’t completed.

Solas: The greatest literary masterpieces that Thedas has ever seen fell with Arlathan, of course, and the world has never seen their equal. But if he has spent a few hours since awakening enthralled in the political landscape of Thedas’s most famous series, well…no one outside the Fade needs to know.

And he may need to alter his plan until he knows who ultimately wins.

Sera: It always escapes most peoples memories (if they know at all) that Sera was raised by a noble woman and has, therefore, a solid education. She is well read and versed in history and the arts, but that knowledge is simply not something she often needs to call on for her day to day life. That being said their books were likely very popular in Val Royeaux, and Sera has a few pointed questions to be asked if any of the characters she liked haven’t made it through the series. She also demands more pranks in future books.

Varric: He has to admit straight off, it’s a little disconcerting to meet what is essentially your biggest rival, and The Tale of the Champion is the only one of his stories to ever outsell on of their novels. But it’s not awkward-mostly because Varric is more or less laid back about it and content to focus on the more nonfiction dangers surrounding them- and it’s not uncommon for them to sit around a campfire exchanging tips or ideas for future stories He does tell them to ignore Darktown (and his editor) late at night, though..

And they both ignore the Seeker desperately eavesdropping when they start talking shop.

Vivienne: Despite the amount of time and effort it took to keep a circle organized and focused on research and study, it was not uncommon or discouraged for students to seek entertainment from outside the more confining walls. And the series was one thing that mages and templars could agree on– to the point where, in more than one case- mixed company book clubs sprang up to share limited copies of new releases. And as the series is wildly popular in Val Royeaux Vivienne has read every word. She presses for spoilers that might be used against the more small minded of her political rivals and becomes a valuable expert on literary political strife.

Dorian: Felix was the one who first brought the books to his attention, when he had returned from school in the South, and the scion of House Pavus is ashamed to say that he is as hooked as the rest. The politics and magic are all well and good, but it is also the first series that he was read where men and women form relationships with each other and it means a great deal to him.

It means a great deal more to him when he tells them that, and later finds out that before he left the Inquisitor told Felix exactly how the series would eventually end.

Iron Bull: Once it is established who exactly the Inquisitor is the Bull has his hands full with two serious distractions. The first is keeping the Chargers- Krem and Skinner in particular- from interrogating Thedas’s last hope until they find out what happens next. The second is dealing with the occasional and yet hilarious request that comes through one particular member of the Ben Hassrath who is trying to sell that knowing who wins the Game of Thrones will somehow better the Qun.

And he has to somehow juggle all these responsibilities while also convincing his employer to add a hell of a lot more dragons. A qunari’s work is never done.

Blackwall: Even wandering the wilderness has not stopped a certain Warden from being exposed to the literary wildfire that has overtaken Thedas. He’s read them all in bits and pieces, and has a particular respect and soft spot for Jorah Mormont, if he kept reading after Ned Stark died.

Cole: “People are sad when they read, or angry or scared or excited. They  are real people in the books, to them, and then you kill them. Or they get hurt or lost, or aren’t people at all. But when the books are closed they live on, and even after the reading is over people are still sad or scared or happy. It helps, but it doesn’t help. And why does–”

More than once the Inquisitor has to stop them from revealing the ending, and has made the decision that Cassandra and Cole are no longer allowed to travel together with them.

– Mod Fereldone

the RFA’s MCs

Zen: Zen’s MC is an outrageous flirt, like this girl goes from 0 to 100000 in 2 seconds. Zen’s always torn between being impressed and embarrassed because she spouts out the corniest lines with a completely straight face; the greatest discovery of Zen’s life is when it turns out she blushes like a fire engine when he flirts back. She fits perfectly at his side, sweet and easy, and listens to every word he says. She understands; loves him a little more for his imperfections. 

Jaehee: Jaehee’s MC is so whipped, she likes Jaehee so much omgomg. She’s so positive and vibrant and cheerful everyone forgets that she gets insanely competitive over Jaehee’s attention. And there’s the way she’s sweet, but with a petty edge like a cat: she loathes Jumin with so much intensity it’s scary, and even when she’s complimenting Zen it’s all ‘ya ur abs are nice but Jaehee’s hair is still waaay prettier’. 

Jumin: Jumin and his MC’s relationship is built on perfect understanding and mutual trust, which is how Jumin knows that his MC is terrifyingly smart. Smart enough to run circles around anyone in the RFA, smart enough to beat them all at their own game. What’s more unbelievable is how kind she is; she gives him her heart, her early-morning smiles and she fills his life with laughter, with light. Teases him for his little ways so that he, slowly, begins laughing too. 

Yoosung: Yoosung’s MC is the founder and chief member of the Yoosung Protection Squad. will literally pelt Seven with anything she has in her hand when he tries to bully Yoosung. nothing can make her light up like listening to Yoosung talk about his interests, and she’s so earnest in how much she loves him, she wants to grow up and grow mature with him so that they can always stand side by side. 

Saeyoung: Saeyoung’s MC:steadfast, whimsical, sometimes gets lost in shopping malls. Kind of oblivious, in the sense that she has trouble figuring out other people’s emotions, but somehow she’s always laser-focused and deadly accurate on what Saeyoung’s thinking or feeling. Sometimes she dreams of approaching trains, and pushing Saeyoung out of the way just in time. Stubborn about her own feelings, fights for what she thinks is right, and he falls for her over and over, he never stood a chance.