but don't ever doubt that she loves that man to bits

I was at a con recently. And while looking at some of the art, I made a comment to a guy who had a collection of cat avengers prints that he was missing the best avenger. So he goes, ‘oh and who is that’ and I just kinda look sideways at him and say 'hawkeye, the only one you don’t have’. To wich he of course smirks and says 'is he really the best or is it just cause of jeremy renner?’

First of all… Jeremy Renner is a gorgeous human being and he is more than enough reason for Hawkeye to be awesome, so why the hell you got that smug look on your face like I’m just some random ass fangirl who don’t know shit about comics. I was fuckin dressed like Captain Marvel, 100% comic accurate costume thank you very much.

So my dad starts laughing cause he can see I got my 'fight me’ face on. And I proceed to list each and every reason why I have loved Hawkeye since waaaaay before the movies and why he gets even better with new movies and comics.

NUMBER ONE, he is the only fully human Avenger in every single story line.

To which of course I get 'well what about Black Widow’ well sir you must not know your comics very well because in the Earth-616 universe she has the Red Room version of the super soldier serum which gives her enhanced physical abilities as well as a very long lifespan.

Then comes the 'well Scott Lang is human’ well yeah but he’s got a mother FuCkiNG SUPER SUIT. What does Hawkeye have? Spandex or leather, not quite the same thing. And you take away that super suit, is Scott still a super hero? No he is in jail for being a thief. You take away Hawkeye ’ super sui… oh wait that’s right HE DON’T GOT ONE.

'But what about Black Panther he is human right?’ Do you know anything about comics dude? The dude eats a magical plant and is gifted his powers by the Wakandan Panther God and has enhanced speed, strength, agility, healing, reflexes, stamina, etc. NOT FULLY HUMAN he also is proclaimed King of the Dead and is granted the power and knowledge of past Black Panthers and gains the ability to control the dead… so awesome but still not human.

Hawkeye is 100% human 100% of the time (except a very brief moment when he borrowed pym particles just to help out on a mission) and still manages to keep up with super humans, gods and guys with fancy super suits.

NUMBER TWO, he is deaf, canononically.

'Well Daredevil is blind’ his accident enhanced his other senses… and not an Avenger… so your argument is not even relevant.

NUMBER THREE, he shoots a bow, usually a recurve, in battle with people that have magic and laser guns and other shit and he can shoot it with out even looking!

'But he has trick arrows’ wich are guaranteed to be weighted terribly and that weight changes depending on which arrow it is. So he not only has to compensate for the strange weight but he has to do it on the fly in the heat of battle for each individual arrow. Not to mention when he shoots multiple at once.

And come on, have you ever tried to shoot a bow and arrow, it’s not easy. It takes a lot of practice patients and skill. Especially to get as good as him.

NUMBER FOUR, I mean have you read the guys backstory? If you looked up tragic backstory in the dictionary, you would see a picture of Clint Barton. He was orphaned after his abusive father got into a car accident that killed his mother as well. Was sent to a children’s home, ran away to the circus, was trained by Swordsman and Trickshot who were not the best mentors, was betrayed and abandoned by Swordsman and his brother and left for dead, ended up severely injuring his brother, had to leave Trickshot, when he tried to do the hero thing he was mistaken for a criminal, was manipulated into trying to kill Iron Man, kept falling in love with women who didn’t love him back, left the Avengers at one point believing he was unwanted, was passed over because he was not super human, watched his brother die, was forced to leave the Avengers, had a bounty put on his right arm, lost former mentor Trickshot to cancer, split with his wife then watched her die saving him, sacrificed himself and came back, was almost assasinated, went to prison so the rest of his team could go free, was shot and conducted a suicide mission that saved the planet but killed him, lost his memory, was vanished into nothingness, doubted he was himself or even alive, faked his death, and that’s just the short list.

NUMBER FIVE, he ran the West Coast branch of the Avengers, as well as other treams.

NUMBER SIX, he took on the mantle of Captain America for a short time.

NUMBER SEVEN, Caw Caw Mother Fucker.

So yeah, suffice to say that I left the guy speechless surounded by his friends who were nodding along and adding in their own bits of info and laughing hysterically at him. I turned to walk away after that mic drop and heard him mumble, 'well I guess I’m making a cat hawkeye’

Some thoughts on the Watson marriage

First of all, upfront: I believe Mary and John sincerely loved each other and were genuinely trying to make their relationship work. But clearly, at least on some levels, it was not working, and I want to play armchair marriage counsellor for a bit and look at why.

So, obviously, the first major misstep in their marriage is Mary lying about her history and identity, and then shooting John’s best friend to protect her secret.  Why didn’t she just tell him who she was from the beginning? 

MARY: John can’t ever know that I lied to him. It would break him and I would lose him forever.

She was terrified that he wouldn’t love her if he found out about her past.  What might have given her that idea?  What messages was John sending her that his love was conditional on her being ordinary, sweet, and safe?

In some ways, John’s behavior after he finds out the truth proves her fears unjustified.  Though he struggles for a while, he doesn’t leave her, and he makes a renewed commitment to their relationship.  So far so good.  But look at what he says to her:

JOHN: The problems of your past are your business. The problems of your future … are my privilege. It’s all I have to say. It’s all I need to know.

It’s a very romantic moment, and clearly well-intentioned. And Mary is grateful for his forgiveness, and agrees to move forward with him.  But there’s a mixed message hidden in John’s statement.  In throwing away the thumb drive unread, he’s confirming her suspicion that he can’t love the person she was in the past, only the persona she has created.  

MARY: You don’t even know my name.
JOHN: Is ‘Mary Watson’ good enough for you?

Here again – it’s a lovely and romantic sentiment, but even as Mary was thrilled to accept his forgiveness, she must have gotten the message that Mary Watson is acceptable, but her history as Rosamund is not.  That could only have heightened her sense of insecurity in the relationship.  It would have been a much more generous gesture on John’s part if he had simply asked her name at that moment, instead of shoving it into the closet of things we must never speak of.

In TST, John acts surprised that Mary is still keeping secrets from him, but what choice did he give her?  He basically told her there’s this whole part of her life that he doesn’t want to hear about.  

And when he does catch her in her lies, John tries to be understanding, but he makes another small mistake with big repercussions:

JOHN: Mary, I may not be a very good man, but I think I’m a bit better than you give me credit for, most of the time.

I think what he means is that he’s not as judgmental as she thinks – she doesn’t need to hide from him, because he would support her even in difficult times.  But by phrasing it in terms of him being “good”, he also unintentionally reminds her that she is not good.  This is a difference between them in her mind: he is good and she is bad.  

MARY: You’re always a good man, John. I’ve never doubted that. You never judge; you never complain. I don’t deserve you.

She seems here to be accepting his claim that he won’t judge her. But in saying that she doesn’t deserve him, she’s highlighting the fact that he makes her feel lesser, which makes her insecure and leads her to lie and misrepresent herself in order to seem “good” enough for him.  

Once they get back home, she states this problem again, even more clearly:

MARY: You don’t make it easy, do you?
JOHN: What d’you mean?
MARY: Well, being … being so perfect.

Unmistakably, she is trying to tell him how hurt she is by the roles they’ve unwittingly assigned each other: Perfect John and Bad Mary.  And at last, it seems like John gets it. Before they’re interrupted, he starts to tell her about his affair in an effort to reassure Mary that neither of them is perfect.  It feels like the best chance they have for a fresh start based on a better understanding of and respect for each other as real, flawed people.

Then, sadly, Mary dies before they are able to hash this out. And one of the most tragic elements of her death scene is this:

MARY: Being Mary Watson was the only life worth living.

Mary wants to leave their relationship on the best note possible, but it breaks my heart that even with her dying breaths, she feels the best way to do this is to deny the “bad Rosamund” that John always seemed to be rejecting, and present herself as the “good Mary” that she believed John wanted her to be.

And the thing is, I don’t think John ever intended her to feel that way.  He wears a conventional veneer, but Sherlock is right – deep down, John wanted to be with someone as dangerous and morally grey as he is.  He initially thought he wanted perfect Mary, but he really fell in love with the more complicated Rosamund underneath.

And yet, even though he loved her, forgave her, and respected her for the most part, a part of him was still angry and resentful over Mary’s betrayal, and I think he unconsciously picked on her for it in these subtle ways.  

Which is understandable, if not ideal.  But what *really* saddens me is what John says at the end of TLD:

JOHN: I’m not the man you thought I was; I’m not that guy. I never could be. But that’s the point. That’s the whole point. Who you thought I was… is the man who I want to be.

No, John, no!  He’s so close here, but then he gets it so wrong.  Mary doesn’t want you to be that perfect man she thought you were! Mary thought that dude was kind of a jerk!  And she was right, honestly.  What Mary was trying to tell you is, that man is sanctimonious, patronizing, and judgmental.  DON’T BE THAT GUY.  No one likes that guy, least of all Mary.  

Mary didn’t want a “good man”, she wanted a partner in crime. Someone who understood her and respected her – ALL of her, not just the pretty and well-behaved bits.  At your best, John, you were that partner, but at your worst, you were a superior, scolding, hypocritical prig.

I’m not sure, but I think (I hope?) this is what Sherlock’s getting at during this exchange:

SHERLOCK: It’s not a pleasant thought, John, but I have this terrible feeling, from time to time, that we might all just be human.
JOHN: Even you?
SHERLOCK: No. Even you.

The lesson John needs to learn is not to be a better man for the perfect, imaginary version of Mary in his head, but to be kinder and more accepting and empathetic to the real, flawed person Mary actually was.  And to honor her memory, perhaps be kinder and more accepting and empathetic to people like her – including himself.

miyakokurono  asked:

Hey I really love your headcannons and reactions. So I was wondering if I could get a request for how Seven and Zen would react to their MC having a existential crisis and stress breakdown that resulted in shouting and angry tears (not at them but just in general) due to over working and the fact that she tends to bottle things up until it gets to much for her to handle. (I have a tendency to do this quite a bit.)_ I understand if you don't want to answer this but thank you anyways ☺

i’m so glad you like my headcanons but oh man, you should remember to take breaks and talk to people if you are stressed :) i know it’s probably not going to convince you by a stranger saying that, but remember that my ask box is always open if you feel the need to rant to someone ❤

i wrote some short headcanons here about all the babes reacting to a stressed/overworked MC, maybe that will help slightly? it was therapeutic to write, at least  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Zen

  • As he wasn’t exactly the most hard working student in his younger days because he found paper work boring, he had just made sure to give you space and silence to finish your work as he didn’t feel like he had much to contribute with
  • He had just arrived from a late night run, and after his shower he decided to check on you to see if you were finished soon, so you could head to bed together
  • When he walked towards the office where you were working, he heard soft sobs and sped up, worried and wondering why you were crying
  • “Princess? What’s wrong?”
  • You were stressed, tired, lonely and just feeling like utter crap
  • “I have barely seen you for days, and I miss you! You’ve been so busy and I’m scared you won’t have time for me anymore! I don’t have time to finish all this work! I hate myself for putting it off for so long, I hate it! Why do I even need to finish it, when it’s all pointless in the end anyways? We are all going to die one day, why do we exist in the first place?!”
  • Suprised by your outburst, Zen hugged you tightly and let you cry in his arms
  • “I’m so sorry babe, I should’ve asked you what you wanted instead of just leaving you alone. As to answer your question why we excist… Well, why do you want to exist?”
  • When you didn’t answer, he kissed your head and rubbed your back soothingly
  • “The reasons why I want to, is to love and be loved. To prove those who doubted me wrong, to find reasons to stay, to make people happy while I’m here. But most of all, I want to take care of you and make you happy. Do we need any other reasons than that?”
  • You sniffled and muttered “I guess not…” into his chest, and he picked you up gently and carried you to bed
  • “You are obviously too exhausted to keep working, just rest for tonight, at least. Next time you’re doubting yourself or anything else, just talk to me, okay? I hate seeing my princess like this”


707

  • Seven was being tsundere again and ignoring you, and instead of confronting him you just burried yourself in work
  • Several days passed by without you seeing your boyfriend even once, and the hurt combined with your stress and lack of sleep made you think
  • Was he even your boyfriend anymore? Had he ever been? He was a genius, maybe he had just made a hologram with a nice persona to keep you company? Was he even real? Were you real?
  • Looking hopelessly down at all the work you had done, you the tears started falling. Why did you even bother? Who cared anyways? 
  • Getting mad, you started scolding yourself, gradually letting go of all the fears and emotions you had built up for so long
  • What you didn’t know was that Seven was checking you on the CCTV right then, and when he heard you breaking down and practically yelling, he dropped his “not good enough for you” act and went to you
  • “MC, come here please”
  • Before you could even answer, he took your hand and led you to the roof of the bunker, where he sat down and pulled you into his lap
  • “I know I’m a shitty person and that I’m probably the last person you want to talk to, but please tell me what’s wrong”
  • The fresh air, the sight of the night sky and the feeling of his arms around you calmed you down slightly, but you didn’t know where to start so you just asked him if this was all real
  • “Is anything real, MC? Do we have proof of anything? We could all literally be video game characters in a game played by God, and we wouldn’t even know. But I think that if we knew everything, life would be way too sad for me. I think that part of the charm of being alive is that we are able to think and accept things as you see them, without it neccesarily being real. We don’t really need a reason to exist, we just need a reason to wake up every morning”
  • He looked hesitantely at you, and you could see his golden eyes glow in the moonlight
  • “You probably won’t believe me and that’s fine, just please don’t laugh or hate me… I kind of think that you’re my reason”
  • You felt a smile grow as you played with his fingers, still intertwined with yours
  • “If you want my honest opinion thought, I think you should just take every thing as they come, and accept them as real if you feel like they are. YOLO, isn’t that what the kids say these days?”
  • He smiled softly and nudged your shoulder, making you laugh
  • “I guess it is. Are you really living by that?”
  • Shrugging, he leaned in and kissed you
  • “I think I will from now on”


~jane

anonymous asked:

I have two ideas in my head: 1. it showing harry around ur hometown and where u grew up and he's just in total awe of u and where u come from despite the fact that growing up wasn't easy. 2. u bring him home to meet ur family but ur fam keeps making fun of u (telling him about ur one direction phase or something) but hes fine with it but ur embarrassed (I brought a boy home to my fam and all they did was make fun of me... I wasn't fun). You don't have to do either of these, just some ideas!

Oh my God I have feelings galore. I hope you like this!

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

“I’m going to warn you now, my family is a little…weird,” you tell him as you both sat on the plane.

 You and Harry had reached that point in your relationship when it was time to meet the parents. Harry of course was immediate into you meeting his family and that was a great experience. You were so in awe where he came from, such small humble beginnings. You make the comment it reminded you of your small town minus the mountains. But now it was your turn, and you never been more nervous.

You grew up in Cherokee, North Carolina. Your mom married your now stepdad there when you were around five or six. It was a struggle, being the minority of an Native American town, but your stepdad told you once that in the eyes of God and the Great Spirit you were just as Cherokee as they were. And you took that with you to this day.

“Yeh think they’ll like me?” Harry asked, clearly just as nervous as you were if not more so.

“Oh my mom is going to love you, my dad and the rest? I am on the fence about,” you admitted. Your stepdad always grilled your exes, he wanted his little girl to have someone who was strong and able to provide. No doubt he would give Harry the same treatment. 

First you had to fly, then drive the rest of the way there. You tried to focus on the roads but you couldn’t help but see Harry every now and then. His face was glued to the driver side window, when you could see he had this look about him as if he was seeing something he never saw before, maybe he didn’t.

“Yeh had to drive through these narrow roads er’ry day?” He asked in amazement and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sometimes, when it snowed was when it got a bit scary but if you can survive The Dragon Trail you can survive anything.”

“Whah’s The Dragon Trail?” He asked with a raised brow, you soon showed him, the turns and whip around’s through the mountains. You were certain he almost got motion sick, but you soon made it.

It was mainly a tourist town, but the off seasons were hard. It was pretty much dead except for the locals. Every sign had both English and the traditional Cherokee language. It was near spring time, so things were blooming and coming back to life, memories of childhood all came back to you. But Harry, Harry sat there with his mouth slightly open with awed eyes.

“Are you okay?” You asked him as you drove through what was deemed Downtown.

“Yeh showed me pictures buh…seeing it in person is…” he stopped talking, just looking around where ever he could look. “Baby, yeh lived in such a beautiful place!” You tried so hard not to laugh.

You finally make it to the log house you used to call home. Stepping out of the car you saw your mom come out of the door and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy my baby’s home,” she spoke squeezing you before looking over to see Harry. Ever the English gentleman he holds out his hand to her.

“Hello, I’m Harry,” he always introduced himself by his name. She took his hand but she had a smirk to her.

“Oh I know who you are,” she giggled and you could feel the blood leave your face. Please don’t, please don’t.

“They made it?” You heard the booming voice of your stepdad, a towering 6 foot Cherokee man with his salt and pepper hair pulled to a ponytail.

“Daddy!” You run to him, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug as he lifts you in the air.

“There’s my little amayeduhi,” he gives you a bear hug before setting you down. “Is that him?” He whispers, nodding his head to Harry.

“Please be nice Daddy?” You beg him but he holds his hands up.

“I’m always nice!” He insisted then walked shaking hands with Harry. “Charles.”

“Harry, it’s an honor to meet yeh Sir,” Harry replied, you could see he was sweating bullets.

“Well come on in and set your things, everybody’s coming over for dinner,” your mom announced. You sort of groan internally, if she meant everyone. It was everyone in the L/N family. Your step brother who was also visiting with his wife, your younger half brother who was a senior in high school. Not to mention your uncles, aunts and the seven male cousins you had. This may easily turn into a nightmare.

You and Harry settle in your old room, one where your mom turned into a guest room so all your old things were not there…thank God. If Harry knew…

“Yeh in your head again,” Harry commented with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“What did I tell you about that?” You look over your shoulder at him but he just smiled gently kissing your lips.

“You wanna see something cool?” You asked, seeing the spark in his beautiful green eyes. “Come on,” taking his hand you walk outside in the back yard, walking along the little dirt path until you reach where you wanted to show him.

A little creek flowed with the smallest waterfall thanks to some rocks, you sat near it, showing Harry to do the same.

“I used to come here all the time after school, my mom would have to yell at me to get back in the house,” you laugh a bit. “I called this my fairy land. I’d play on the creek or sing to the top of my lungs with my iPod as I just sort of pace up and down here.”

You never liked showing that side of you, the side that was soft and gentle. Years of your own struggles and heartaches wanted to make you seem more tough. But Harry saw right through that when you two first met, he allowed you to have that little piece of yourself back. It used to bother you at first, but deep down you were grateful he came into your life at just the right moment.

“It’s beaut’ful,” he commented as he smiled at you. “My little Mountain Princess.”

You groaned, acting as if that made you sick but he just smirks more kissing your cheek.

“Thank you for showing me this, jus’ makes me love yeh more really,” again you groan with a small eye roll but you lay your head on his shoulder and just enjoyed the sound of the water. You told him once he needed to stop being and saying things because your heart could not take growing so much, which was true in some way. Eventually you both came back, seeing the cars indicating the family had arrived.

Just as you came in and saw everyone you felt your smile grow. Your whole family, the people you knew and loved, all together laughing and carrying on…it was similar to Harry’s home in a lot of ways. That was when it hit you, you two were more alike then you thought, “two halves of the same person”, your friends would call you two. You then noticed Harry looking a bit…you actually couldn’t describe his face but you knew something was up.

“What is it babe?” You ask.

“Yeh know, I was actually afraid my hair would be too long,” he commented. That was when you got it, all the guys in your family had long hair, if not longer then Harry’s. Including your Grandpa who gave you a big hug and smooch on the cheek.

“Pepaw!” You giggle but he shakes Harry’s hand as well as they introduce themselves.

“It’s gonna be a while till supper, the guys are going to start some a game of Stickball,” you hear your mom tell you.

“Whah’s thah?” Harry asks and your eyes lit up taking his hand.

“Oh it’s fun to watch come on,” you both sit on the porch as you see the guys start the game. Harry, after seeing how it worked, chimed right in when asked if he wanted to play. You sat there in awe, seeing him run to catch the ball in the basket, he was taking this like a duck to water!

“Wow, he’s the first,” your Aunt June commented as some of the women watched with you. “None of the boys you brought ever played…let alone with such enthusiasm!”

“Yeah…he’s different alright,” you commented to yourself as you see Harry look at you with a smile. You even gave him a little wave feeling your heart burst just from the sight.

When it was finally dinner Harry kept wanting to hug on you as you squeal trying to get away.

“You smell like recess!” You exclaim making him laugh.

“Your li’il sayings I swear,” he peppers your cheek in kisses while you try to push away. Your mom cooked your favorite meal, Beef stew and rice with bread rolls and mac & cheese. It was not the healthiest food, a far cry from the West Coast kale smoothies but you enjoyed the shit out of Toad in the Hole so it was Harry’s turn to try some Southern cooking.

“I hope it’s okay, I think I did the rice wrong,” your mom spoke but you assured her it was okay. “How is it Harry?”

“It’s really gud,” he nodded with his mouth full of food. “Thank you so much for this.”

“Oh it’s my pleasure! I know Y/N doesn’t eat all that much so I want her to eat and you too!” Gotta love your mom.

“Harry cooks sometimes,” you insist and he nods in agreement.

“I try ah least,” he agrees. Eating with Harry in your old environment felt amazing, seeing him just laugh and carry on with your family members…like he had been part of it all along. You just burst with admiration and happiness…that was until:

“Do you want to see pictures of Y/N when she was little?” Your mom asks, that was when the warm fuzzy feeling crashed down.

“I love to!” Harry chirps up and you suddenly felt you want to die. Your mom warned you she would do it…but she never actually did it until now! Dinner was already done, you were trying to be quick about doing the dishes as you watch your mom and Harry sit on the couch as she flips through the picture book.

“That’s her when she was seven, we used to have a stomping dance block in town where a band would play. She’d dance and dance!” Your mom explained, Harry was glued to the picture book. You finally did the dishes and rushed to his side.

“Mom can you help with something?” You ask but Harry was waving his hand at you.

“Noh now I wanna see these,” you never wanted to punch him in the arm then in that moment.

“Oh! And here she is in Santaland, it’s a Christmas themed attraction. She would cry and beg us to go there, even in the summer so she could ride the Rudolph ride.”

You groaned, as she showed all the old pictures of you. This went on for a couple of minutes, finally it was time for everyone to go on to bed. You were already in bed and comfortable as Harry came got comfortable himself getting in bed.

“And you thought they were not going to like you,” you smirked at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes at you but snuggles close to you giving your cheek a kiss. Suddenly he snickers, you raised a brow.

“What?” You ask.

“I just…I just remembah that picture of you with that dipah on your head,” he began to bust out laughing, you of course turn with your back to him and curled away. “Oh come on love!”

“No! No Big Spoon for you,” you mutter.

“Nooo baby please?” I’ll stop, I promise!” He swore, even tried to make you look at him as he pouted at you. You gave him a look, then looked back away.

“Not working,” you tell him but he persists.

Please love?” He pouts more, trying his hardest to make you look at him. “I’ll let braid my hair.”

You only huff in reply and he acts as if he gave up. Turning over onto his side.

“You never close your eyes, anymore when I kiss your lips…”

“Harry.”

“And there’s no tenderness, like before in your fingertips.”

“Harry I swear to God.”

“You’re trying hard not show it…Baby!”

“Harry!”

“But Baby! Baby I know it!”

You whip over, covering his mouth with your hand.

“We are not trying to wake everyone in the damn house.” You spoke with a clear tone, suddenly you feel him licking your hand making you squeal before he makes his attack wrapping both his arms and legs on you in a death grip.

“Harry!” You yell but you laugh as he tries to attack your face in soft kisses. “Okay, okay you win.”

“I always do,” he smirks giving you a kiss on your lips. “Now come on Lily the Mermaid and spoon me.”

“I was 8 years old I had a a vivid imagination,” you do your best to explain. Harry of course didn’t hear you or decided not to hear you as he pulls you against his back to hold him. Making sure he held your had as it wrapped on his waist, giving it a gentle kiss. You just smile and tell him goodnight before going to sleep.

The weekend in general was a success, but as you were on the plane back to LA you couldn’t help but be curious as to why your stepdad decided to induct Harry into the tribe name. He never did it with any of your boyfriends before.

You had a feeling you and Harry needed to have a little chit chat.

anonymous asked:

I've been thinking about what Jen/Colin said when at the Atlanta panel. Jen mentioned again that she loves that a&e don't break up CS, that they work through their problems as a team (don't remember exact wording). At that point they were on 17 I think? Do you think there's anything there? That maybe Emma won't give back the ring? I'd have to imagine that would seem like a break up, at least for a bit. Or maybe they'll work it out quick enough to not seem like a break up like other shows have.

OK I apologize in advance because this might get a little wordy. LOL

There is no doubt in my mind that this is not going to be a standard breakup–even a short term one. And here’s why.

Killian and Emma have never been written as an average couple. They’ve never been staged as as average couple. Their relationship arc has not been that of an average couple. The stakes in their relationship–both on a physical and emotional level–have never been average. 

This isn’t an accident. It’s all been carefully handled since day one. At no point have they ever veered off this path. This isn’t just love, it isn’t just true love, it’s epic true love. 

Of course even epic true love faces bumps in the road just like any other relationship. The difference is how epic true love handles those bumps.

I don’t believe for one second we’ll see Emma give the ring back to Killian in a flouncy “we’re over” type scene. That’s not happening.

Here’s the bottom line. 

In any relationship there are a series of moments when you either trust the other person or you don’t. You either believe in them or you don’t. You either have faith in them or you don’t. These are the moments that define a relationship. 

Emma and Killian have faced every one of those moments unflinchingly. They trust each other not only with their lives but with their hearts. They believe in each other’s vision of not only the present but the future. They each have tptal faith that the other will be there for them in every way imaginable.

You don’t build an epic love story and then damage it with a retread of a plotline we’ve all see 100000000 times. And there is absolutely nothing in what we’ve seen on screen up to this point that shows they have any intention of doing that now.

Speaking from a strictly structural point of view–and those of you who read the bullets know how I love me some structure–the bookend scenes of the proposal were Belle not only understanding but applauding the reason why Gold did the bad thing he did ala the Blue Fairy and Regina wrestling with the idea of reconciling the two sides of herself. I mean seriously–they’re not even being subtle here.

I think anyone preparing themselves for a worst case scenario where Killian and Emma have a big fight, break up, he heads off and they spend several episodes up to their eyeballs in hurt feelings and bad behavior is in for a very pleasant surprise.

And those people hoping for that scenario are going to be sorely disappointed.

Gideon may have something up his sleeve but don’t underestimate Emma. She’s the farthest thing from a brainless little piece of fluff, susceptible to manipulation by a sociopath with training wheels that there is. She’s smart and she’s strong and she loves her man. She’ll behave accordingly.

As for Killian, his only doubt at the moment is in own worthiness. He blames himself for what happened with Robert far more than anyone else will in the end. And yes I include Charming in that.

He’s about to face a test but it won’t have anything to do with Emma. He doesn’t have to prove anything to her. Or convince her of anything. He has to convince himself.

And in an epic love story when one partner is facing a crisis of confidence in themselves the other partner is there to hold them up, to support them, and to love them.

While I don’t think Emma will hurl the ring at Killian in anger I do think at some point it will come off and there will be a second proposal. Because what we see in the sneak peek is Emma realizing that she robbed Killian of his moment. Not intentionally and not with malice but nevertheless she took it from him. 

And at some point we’re going to see her, and the show, give him that moment back.

Get the kleenex.

I love you too Cas

12.12 “Stuck in the Middle with You” Coda

The blinding light that had surrounded Cas moments ago slowly dimmed down to a level that wouldn’t burn their damn eyes out, before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared, leaving a confused, but blessedly healed, Angel of the Lord sitting on the ratty ass couch. Cas turned to Dean, looking as shocked as he had felt, before turning to stare at something behind the hunter. That something turned out to be Crowley, as he was holding the Lance, or the top part of it anyway, running his fingers over the now relatively harmless spear head. Apparently he had broken the Lance while they had their backs turned when Cas started spazzing out, black goo that looked eerily similar to the crap that came out of him during the Leviathan fiasco, effectively breaking whatever spell that was killing Cas and allowed him to finally be able to heal himself.

They all turned to him, bewildered, but Crowley just looked at us, a look of indifference on his face. “You’re welcome” was all the King of Hell said before he dropped the spear head and left, ever the drama queen. He looked around and saw that mom and Sam looked just as confused and relieved as he did, though Sam was looking rather proud and mom looked like she was wondering how in the hell (no pun intended) a demon could do something so selfless, so human, and so out of character like saving an angel’s life.  

But none of that mattered, not when Cas was safe, healed, alive. Sure his clothes were still bloody, they’ll get him some clean ones as soon as they get to the bunker and burn the bloodied ones because he did NOT want to see the evidence of Cas’ closest and almost final brush with death for a second longer than necessary, and still weak from the amount of grace that had to have been used to heal himself, but he was alive. That didn’t stop the worry and fear that had taken hold of Dean when Crowley said that there was no cure for this one, Billie’s warning of ‘consequences of the cosmic scale’ still ringing in his ears and hammering about in his skull as he and Sammy reach out to haul Cas up to his feet. And if he held on a little longer to Cas’ hand and squeezed a little tighter than necessary, then who could blame him? He almost lost his best friend, he had a right to indulge in his need to be clingy, even if it was for like a second.  

But that fear and worry had abated, for just a moment, when Cas turned to him, blue eyes slightly widened in shock, but with an underlying sense of apprehension. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights and for a moment Dean couldn’t understand why, before what would have been his last words to them came crashing through like a frieght train

“I love you… I love all of you”

Cas might have tried to save himself by attempting to clarify that his love was equal for us all, but even Dean, the most emotionally constipated human ever, could tell that that first ‘I love you’ was directed at him. Cas loved him.

Wait

Cas loved him?

Why would he love him? Why would he, an Angel of the freakin LORD love him, a hairless ape that has caused him nothing but grief since the moment they met. The mud monkey that had gotten him killed Chuck knew how many times, had cost him his family upstairs, his wings, his grace, everything? It just didn’t make any sense. Cas should love someone who could take care of him, and he wasn’t exactly boyfriend material, people didn’t look at guys like him and think ‘that’s them, that’s the person i want to spend the rest of my life with. That’s the one.’  He never had had a good track record with long term relationships, Lisa had been his longest and even then it was rocky and wasn’t long before it all went to hell in a hand basket. He didn’t think he could be the kind of boyfriend Cas deserved, the kind he wanted to be for him, but if tonight, of all the other times they had lost or almost lost each other, had finally taught him anything, it was that life was too short for doubts and hesitation and you never knew when your time would come (for good). He was done burying his feelings.

He turned to Sammy, giving him a look that he hoped his brother understood, before addressing him and mom, “You two go on ahead in mom’s car, me and Cas will take Baby after we clean up here, don’t want the LEO’s to find the Lance, depowered or not.”

Thankfully his giant moose of a brother understood, grabbing ahold of mom while heading to the door, giving her a toned down Bitch Face #14 when she went to protest and pull away, “Sure man, you guys be careful though. I’ll get something for all of us to eat on the way to the bunker. And Cas, I’m glad you’re ok man.” Was all he said before he dragged mom out of there and to the car, not before discreetly throwing a eyebrow wiggle his older brothers way, the bitch.

Dean breathed out a sigh of relief as the door closed, he waited till he heard mom’s car start and leave before turning to look at the angel beside him. Cas looked confused, if a bit pleased. It was then that Dean realised that his hand had migrated to the angels back during his epiphany earlier, but he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much. It felt nice, the warmth of Cas’ back seeping into his hand, the surprising softness of that damn trench coat he always insisted on wearing. He was closer than Dean remember him being a few moment ago, staring at him with wonder, with no little bit of hope just shining through those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“Dean?” He asked, as if he was afraid that this was all a dream. And quite honestly Dean was having a hard time not thinking like that too.

Dean smiled slightly, eyes raking over his entire form, making sure that he was completely healed, reassuring himself that he was really alright, before moving his other hand to cup his angels cheek. Cas turned slightly into the touch, a soft smile blooming across his face.

It was then that Dean’s eyes started to burn slightly, the full gravity of what almost happened tonight, what he almost lost, finally register with him. He pulled Cas towards himself till he was flush against his body, holding him tightly. Cas looked at Dean, worried and but happy, before he brought his arms up, his left going around his waist and his right buried in the hair on the back of his head. Dean cleared his throat before looking him in the eye, thumb brushing away the stray tear that had escaped the angel’s eyes.

“Cas… I love you too.” Was all he got out as the rest of what he was going to say got stuck in his throat, but that didn’t matter, because Cas knew, he understood all that he was trying to convey, if the blinding, watery smile was anything to go by. And beside, words were no longer need, not as he finally pulled him even closer, closing the rest of the distance between them, pressing his lips to the angel’s surprisingly soft ones in a gentle, chaste kiss. It was the first of many, if he had anything to say about it, because now there was no way he was going to ever let this go, ever let Cas go.

THE END

The Endearing Woman

River isn’t sure why she keeps seeing this woman everywhere. It seems that every corner she turns, the woman is there. It’s not creepy. If anything it’s… endearing. River catches the way her light brown eyes soften, whenever she’s looking at her. There’s something oddly familiar about her. The innocence yet the hint of mischievousness behind those eyes remind her of a certain someone. Someone River hasn’t seen in over a century. 

No

It can’t be. 

Can it?

The woman has a bit of an awkwardness in her gait and she’s trying really hard to be nonchalant but it’s really not working. And that’s what gives it away. 

River gives her the slip while the woman is busy trying on various hats. 

“Oh, I swear to gods if you buy that cowboy ha-” River grumbles to herself and throws her hands up in the air when she sees the woman hand over a wad of cash to the shop keeper. “Well some things just never change, do they, sweetie?” She says, releasing a deep sigh. 

River hides behind one of the shops when she sees the woman look around, presumably trying to find her. Out of the corner of her eye, River notices how the cowboy hat falls over the woman’s eyes and she smiles to herself. 

River was right. She is endearing. 

As the footsteps get closer, River prepares herself. Her heart is beating hard in her chest. She doesn’t even know what she’s going to say. But when has she ever needed preparation to talk to them?

As soon as the cowboy hat comes into view, River reaches out and plucks it right out of her head. 

“Hello, swee-” The words die on her lips. 

It’s not the woman. Instead, it’s some old man with shriveled skin and a cigarette between his lips and he does not look impressed. 

“Oh no, I am so sorry, I thought you were someone else,” River apologizes quickly. 

He huffs and snatches his hat out of her hand before storming away. 

“Looking for someone?" 

River hears an unfamiliar voice and looks over to find the woman standing opposite her, leaning back against another store, with her cowboy hat on her head and a straw between her teeth. 

A laugh escapes River’s lips and she shakes her head. "No one in particular,” she replies. 

“Oh, but I sure am looking for someone in particular,” the woman replies as she moves away from the wall and makes her way over to River. 

“Oh yeah? And who would that be?” River teases back. 

“My wife. Have you seen her?" 

River’s breath catches in her throat as the woman stops right in front of her. "I wouldn’t know, you would have to describe her to me,” River lowers her voice down to a whisper. 

“Look into my eyes and you’ll find her,” the woman lowers her voice too and a bright smile spreads across her face. 

“When did you get so cheesy?” River asks, rolling her eyes. 

“I’ve always been cheesy, honey. Thought you already knew this." 

"So when did this happen?” River questions pointing towards the woman’s body. 

“Do you like it?” She asks. There’s a hint of self-doubt in her voice. 

“Do I like it?” River voices her disbelief out loud. “Do I like it, she asks! Why do you even bother asking me such ridiculous questions, Doctor?" 

"Ever consider that maybe I just love hearing compliments from my wife?" 

"Well then,” River whispers once again and closes the gap between them. “Take me back to the TARDIS and I’ll give you all the compliments you want." 

My Favorite Performances of 2016

These are the 15 movie roles this year I most felt deserved highlighting. Man, there were some great roles this year, introduction, introduction, introduction, how many words does this have to be? You don’t care and I certainly don’t. On to the list!(Note: except for the top two, this list is in no particular order).

Glen Powell (Everybody Wants Some!!)
The entire cast of Richard Linklater’s spiritual follow-up to “Dazed and Confused” is one riotous bundle of joy (and a cure for the usually cliche portrayal of college kids), but Glen Powell’s Finnegan is by far the standout. The scene that makes his character comes at a party for the “artsy fartsy” crowd when, after encouraging a freewheeling spirit of sex, booze, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll throughout the film, he actually gets for real hurt when his proteges crash his chances with a girl he happens to like. Finnegan is on the cusp of adulthood and leadership heading into one of the most tumultuous decades of American history, but he’s not quite there yet…and it’s the leftover, subtle vulnerabilities of the kid during his last days of youth that make him so unbelievably endearing. If there’s any justice in the world, EWS!! will do for him what Dazed and Confused did for…well, most of the cast.

Tilda Swinton (A Bigger Splash)
The (in my opinion, overblown) controversy over Swinton’s Doctor Strange role sadly overshadowed her performance in this Fellini-esque story of beautiful people behaving in decidedly un-beautiful ways. Playing a major, David Bowie-esque popstar who has gone near-mute from the stress of living in public, Swinton has few lines but somehow manages to steal the show from a simmering Matthias Schoenaerts and a manic Ralph Fiennes. Being mostly robbed of the ability to speak, Swinton has to convey a massive range of emotions largely with body language—a task she accomplishes with all the skill you’d expect from one of the world’s greatest actresses.

Natalie Portman (Jackie)
Frail and tough, honest and veiled, open and censoring—Portman’s portrayal of the most famous First Lady in American history is riddled with contradictions that, in her hands, become a coherent character. She can sink to the depths of unbearable anguish at a moment’s notice, and five minutes later it is as if nothing very bad had happened. Yet, there’s always something boiling under the surface…perhaps an understanding that history will forever place “JFK’s wife” next to her name, whatever else she may do with her life. At times, Portman seems to barely hold it all in, yet when we leave the theater she is still a mystery. Maybe that’s how it should be.

Joel Edgerton (Loving)
Rarely does more go unsaid or understood than passes behind the face of Joel Egderton as Richard Loving, one half of the married couple whose simple wish to live in their home state of Virginia dealt a death blow to laws banning interracial marriage in the United States. Edgerton says little, and when he does it is in as few words as possible…every one of which speaks his entire mind. Key to the performance, though, are scenes of him simply sharing intimate moments with wife Mildred. At a time when the stereotype of the traditonal American husband and father of yesteryear is often held up for all the wrong reasons, Edgerton’s performance is crucial.

Emma Stone (La La Land)
Until near the end, the music is the driving force of La La Land. Then someone asks the character of Mia to “tell a story”, and Emma Stone delivers one of the best scenes of her career. The strength of the “Audition” number redefines what has come before for the character, and solidifies her as both someone we can really root for, and the personification of dreamers, however hopeless they might be. The final look she gives Ryan Reynolds in the film speaks more than a page of dialogue ever could.

Viola Davis (Fences)
Before the era of feminism, there was an unspoken agreement between married couples in the U.S.: a wife was to put up with her husband’s shit, even when he was full to bursting with it. It was hard to pick one of the two main performances in “Fences” to single out, but ultimately Davis’s simmering cauldron is the heart of the story, enabling her to both survive and love life with her deeply, deeply flawed husband. Unlike Denzel Washington, who gets to vomit forth an endless stream of anger throughout the film, Davis is tasked with saving her one great outburst for when it is most needed and has the most impact, creating a scene the trailers should not have featured; it should have been allowed to burst on audiences like water from a broken dam, rolling over everything in its path. Five minutes later, she’s calm again, but she’s also a different woman…or maybe just another woman who was hiding behind the first all along.

Sunny Pawar (Lion)
The trailers all emphasize the adult Saroo’s search for his home, but the bulk of the movie is taken up with a young Saroo getting lost in the first place, and Dev Patel is overshadowed by 8-year-old Sunny Pawar…not an easy feat. Like Quvenzhane Wallis and Jacob Tremblay, Pawar takes a role that could easily have been phoned in (since we have natural sympathy for kids) and makes little Saroo into an enormously relatable character, a lost boy whose stomping ground is no Neverland. It isn’t any wonder the filmmakers keep coming back to him in flashbacks after his character is grown. He’s the heart of the film.

Hailee Steinfeld (Edge of Seventeen)
I swear, my generation moons over the era of John Hughes High School comedies so much they seem to forget that being awkward, out-of-place and unable to wait for the day after graduation day isn’t unique to them. Every year we get a handful of largely unheralded comedies about that very topic, and Hailee Steinfeld’s performance as a morbid, confused and, yes, aggressive (bad female! bad!) teen who openly discusses her sex life, alcohol habits and dark, dark, dark humor elevates “Edge of Seventeen” to the top of the pack. With acerbic wit, pinpoint aim, and unflinching pessimism, Nadine Franklin manages to skewer not just every aspect of High School life but many of life in general. The only target she routinely misses? Herself.

Kate Beckinsale (Love & Friendship)
It is exceedingly rare that a woman in the movies can be aggressive and acidic at the same time. Kate Beckinsale’s Lady Susan is such a character. It is impossible for all but the most ardent feminists to actually like her, and you’d never want to be drawn into her poisonous circle of rumor, manipulation, innuendo and life-destroying gossip, but you have to admire her for taking charge of her own life at a time when women were tasked with hosting guests, looking pretty and shutting up. These days, she’d almost certainly be described as a sociopath, wrecking lives for her whim and amusement, yet you can’t look away. She’s the year’s best villain…or is she?

Ben Foster (Hell or High Water)
Chris Pine’s well-meaning father is our anchor to this story of two desperate brothers in hard times, but Ben Foster is the anarchic, destructive force that keeps our eyes glued to the screen. Whereas Pine’s dad doesn’t think of himself as criminal and Jeff Bridges’s sheriff has spent far too much time watching old westerns, Foster knows exactly what he is: a violent criminal whose psycopathy he might be able to turn to his brother’s aid in one last blaze of glory. There’s never really a question of him surviving the story; he’s not a man, he’s a storm, and he’s here to rage harder than he ever has before blowing himself out.

Naomie Harris (Moonlight)
Talk about embodying multiple people in one role. Harris plays mother to a young, gay black man at three different stages of his life, but she’s not the kind of perfect mom the movies prefer. She’s a drug addict at a time when the War on Drugs refused to treat such people with any sort of humanity, and she’s got a temper to match the times; when she screams hurtful words at her own son, the decision to remove the audio from the scene makes her come off as near-demonic. Simplicity, though, isn’t really what Moonlight deals in, and there are layers and regrets to her revealed as the film goes on. Her final scene asks a rather important question: should any time be too late to be forgiven?

Anya Taylor-Joy (The Witch)
For the most part, horror will forever be considered beneath the notice of those who hand out accolades, which means even if you turn in one of the most startling performances of the year, it doesn’t really count if it’s in this genre. That’s a shame, because unless you count a tiny, uncredited role from 2014, Taylor-Joy makes the most impressive film debut of any actress this year. Called upon to do things involving animal blood and demonic possession that a more image-concerned person might spurn, she handles the role of a teenage girl whose family is being assailed by the forces of hell by taking it all absolutely seriously, which is essential; any hint that she thinks anything she’s doing is silly, and the film falls apart. There’s reason to question whether anything supernatural is really happening in the New England wilderness of the late 1600’s, but no reason to doubt the strength of Taylor-Joy’s performance.

Ryan Reynolds (Deadpool)
Not everything has to be so serious, something Deadpool would probably remind you of right before delivering a kick straight to your kibbles and bits. As the star, producer and driving force behind the hilariously raunchy R-rated superhero flick, Reynolds is the most eminently watchable and entertaining a comic hero has been outside the suit since Robert Downey Jr. swaggered into the Iron Man armor. Mel Brooks once famously described his films as rising below vulgarity, and whether Reynolds is taking time out to break the fourth wall or making incredibly lewd comments at his blind, elderly, female roommate, he’s bringing the spirit of “Blazing Saddles” to a genre that sometimes really needs to get over itself. In a year where “Batman vs. Superman” took itself more seriously than a second heart attack, Reynolds’s Merc with a Mouth is the filthy, over-the-top cure the doctor ordered.

And my top two performances, starting with my choice for Best Actress:

Isabelle Huppert (Elle)

In arguably the most challenging role this year, which comes in certainly the most challenging film, Huppert plays a woman who, after being raped, plays a cat-and-mouse game with the rapist. Whether she is trying to catch him or get caught again is another question. The role was turned down by multiple more well-known actresses, before being taken by Huppert, who deserves to be more well-known outside her native France. Key to her performance is that her character is not altogether very likable, and if she were not a victim of a heinous crime, you’d have a real difficult time feeling empathy for her. That takes far more guts, I think, than playing out brutal scenes of assault, since we tend to demand our heroines be pure as the driven snow.

Casey Affleck (Manchester by the Sea)

He’s been turning in the best work he possibly can in every role he’s had, big or small, for two decades, always overshadowed in fame by his older brother, but this year is Casey’s. Angry, violent, adrift and bereft, Lee Chandler is a man with no purpose in a world that demands every man have one, not that he grasps himself on that level: he’s simply a man who has been struck over and over until nothing but armor remains. Forced to deal with the issue of custody for his nephew after his brother dies, he portrays a truth no man wants to face: not all of us are cut out for responsibility. Despite this, Affleck walks a fine line, making Lee simultaneously a jerk and someone you’d really like to see come out on top. Unfortunately, as Lee well knows, the world just isn’t that simple.

Honorable mentions: I limited my list to 15, and even after expanding from ten it was still difficult. There are lots of great roles that didn’t make the cut, and here are the ten that really gave the winners a run for their money, in one big list. If you don’t see your favorite, remember: it doesn’t necessarily mean they weren’t good, just that I can’t possibly list them all.

Kristen Stewart (Cafe Society)
The Cast of Don’t Think Twice
Royalty Hightower (The Fits)
Meryl Streep (Florence Foster Jenkins)
Lou de Laage (The Innocents)
Ruth Negga (Loving)
Lucas Hedges (Manchester by the Sea)
Jessica Chastain (Miss Sloane)
Pretty much everybody in Moonlight (Moonlight)
Katie Holmes (Touched With Fire)

anonymous asked:

H-hi! I had a request, and I really hope it is no trouble, but I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader insert, but instead it's one sided. The reader has Hanahaki Disease (fake). It's where someone has unreturned feelings, and flowers start to build up in their lungs and they start to cough them up, and if they don't go into surgery, they die from choking on flowers. Maybe the reader starts to act funny and the avengers find out one day when the reader has a coughing fit? T-thank you!

Pairing: Loki x Reader (one sided)
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: angst

A/N: of course it is no trouble, my love! I honestly hope I did this one justice. My heart broke a little, thinking about this entire situation, but yeah.. I hope it’s alright <33

                                                         *****

Falling in love with someone who didn’t love you was a curse itself. It was usually accompanied by a lot of crying, doubting yourself, food and alcohol. That’s what every other person did. The normal thing.

But of course, that’s not what would happen to you.

No, you wouldn’t be that lucky. You had to get a freaking DISEASE from it.

Sure, coughing up flowers was better than coughing up blood, or at least that’s what one of your friends had once said, when you had talked about this sickness, way before you had it. 

At least it looked prettier.. In a.. sick way.

But you knew that, sooner or later, it would kill you.

The coughing fits were getting worse and more and more flowers were building up in your lungs.

But surgery was expensive and you didn’t have the money for it.

Sure, you were friends with all of the Avengers and one word would probably be enough for them to pull some strings, so you’d get the surgery for free, but you didn’t want them to know about any of it. Because if they knew, they’d ask who it is, that you fell in love with. Who didn’t love you back..

And you weren’t ready to tell them that this person was none other than Loki. 

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Street racers!AU

warnings: street magic to the extreme, the series is slowly piecing itself together so the newcomers might get confused, ft. Ha Minho, theft, guns, virus codes, betrayal and secrets because everyone does, confident Samuel  

You stood there on the pavements amidst the downpour and rowdy crowd. As the lights flashed on you, you greeted, “Great day to all over Kingstown, and a great night to experience the things we don’t understand.”

People paused around you as they recognized who you were–the red horse. You flashed them a smile when they started cheering, but you quickly silenced them to speak, “In spite of the heavy rainfall, I want you to pay close attention. But not too close, you’ll only see less of anything.”

“I won’t clear up the skies for you, but we’ll go crazy with the rain like a snap of a finger where it,” you waited before ending, “stops.”

The rain suddenly stopped around you which made the crowd scream and shout in amusement. But the show didn’t end there, you questioned, “What if they turn into diamonds?”

You snapped your fingers before the droplets hit ground in their solid state. You laughed, gesturing towards the clothed water tank behind the people. You raised a finger directing them to look at your next reveal, you said, “Look closely, some things aren’t what they always seem.”

Dragging the fabric away from the glass tank, all of the diamonds were already inside. However, something bothered you, your friend said through the other line, “You need to leave, now.”

You climbed the ladder beside the tank making the people roar, afterwards you finished, “The closer you look, the less you see.”

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anonymous asked:

I don't know what greg berlanti said about b/archie but it's worth noting he's the same writer that thought of the storyline of pacey and joey in dawsons creek who were never supposed to be endgame but they were and he's the EP of arrow who put oliver with felicity who the narrative made clear from the start was better for him and not his comic canon love interest. So he's definitely not opposed to straying from canon wrt ships, he goes where the chemistry is and what people respond to most.

really? it’s strange that he had RAS add the triangle into the finale then. my personal bias of b*rchie having no chemistry aside, they’re definitely not the pair the audience and critics have responded to the most.. but, then again, they finished filming the finale on valentines day, which was before episode 4 even aired. bughead’s rise in popularity didn’t really happen until after they got together in episode 6, so they wouldn’t have known they were going to become the most talked about pairing. perhaps he wanted RAS to add it in because he wanted to see the fan reaction to the possibility of it coming back? to see if that’s something we wanted? or maybe he just wanted to nod to the comics? i know when they were filming the finale, lili said that the triangle was still there a little bit and they liked to play it up when they could. she didn’t, at the time, seem to think it was going to come back in a big way. of course, that was long before the production for season 2 started, so it was probably a guess on her part. but she also knew that betty was in love with jughead. 

i’m starting to think maybe he purposefully wrote the triangle hints in a way that could be interpreted as romantic or non-romantic. that way once it had aired and they had a better idea of what the fans liked and didn’t like, he could interpret it accordingly in his interviews. because, as upset as i was reading his quotes about the triangle in season 2, i’m now realizing that he’s never said the word romantic (i don’t think). i believe he said they were 100% going to be exploring the BAV triangle, but i can’t remember if he specifically said “love” in front of it. we already know that they’re proponents of friendship triangles– they briefly did one with jughead, betty, and archie. he also said that betty and archie have a lot of history and there are deep feelings there, but, again, i can’t recall him ever stating they were romantic feelings. i was informed by some very helpful anons that in the new versions of the comics, archie is happily with veronica, but there’s still some tension or jealously sometimes between archie and betty because they’re having to figure out how they fit into each other’s lives now. since it’s no longer just the two of them. that could be what they’re planing on doing when he says they’re definitely going to explore the BAV triangle. that fits with his explanation of the finale too. he says that, growing up, archie and betty were each other’s confidants. they shared everything with each other, they were each other’s comfort, they were each other’s happiness– and, in the finale, archie is realizing that jughead has taken over that role for betty. except for them it’s more than a friendship. i think maybe archie was supposed to be mourning that loss a little bit and realizing that he wants that too. in the words of veronica lodge: he wants a soulmate. he feels like it’s possible he could find that romantic, confiding, supportive, strong relationship with veronica. he’s really made his rounds in the first season, and when he tells her that watching betty and jughead confirmed what he’d been feeling the past week– i think he means that out of all the women in his life, she’s the only one he thinks or can see himself forming that bond with 

RAS said that archie was being honest in that scene and that he was fully committed to veronica, so i’m not buying into fandom belief that archie was lying to her and is settling for her because betty is taken. archie has made a lot of mistakes, especially on the romance front, but he is a good person at his core. having him be romantically interested in betty while she’s with jughead and he’s with veronica completely obliterates that. he’d be hurting all of the other core four members. he’s already not a fan favorite, but that would send him down to the bottom 

now that i’ve stepped back and pushed some of my panic and fear to the side, i’m taking notice of other aspects of RAS’s interviews.. like never once does he mention betty possibly having lingering feelings for archie. and when describing the problems coming for bughead, he didn’t bring up the BAV triangle at all. it was all about the civil war– jughead is leading a double life, betty feels like she’s losing him, betty feels attracted to the darkness of the serpents, ect… but there’s no mention of a love triangle or doubting feelings for each other. in fact, when the bughead ‘i love you’ scene was brought up, he made it clear that it was a big deal. especially for jughead. he told us jug has never said those words to anybody.. and the same is true for varchie. when talking about their problems for season 2, he said that hiram is going to be their biggest conflict. and it’s been pointed out to me by a couple people that the archie/hiram dynamic they’re wanting to bring from the comics to the show doesn’t work if archie is conflicted about who he wants to be with 

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“Hey Helga, can I talk to you?”

Helga turns to look at Gerald, and gives him a scowl. “What do you want Geraldo? I’m in the middle of my lunch.” She gestures down at the rather pitiful scene in her lunchbox, wherein lies a few packets of saltines and a battered looking box of apple juice. She sighs under her breath and mumbles, “I hate apple juice.

“Seriously Pataki, we need to have a conversation and I’m pretty sure it’s not something you’re going to want to have out in the middle of the lunchroom.”

Helga huffs dramatically and slams the box closed. “Fine, if you’re so desperate for conversation, c’mon Hairboy.”

The hallway is deserted when they get out there and Helga leans against the lockers and stares down Gerald. After a brief moment of silence between the two of them, she gestures impatiently. “Well, c’mon then, what the heck do you want?”

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time’s been kind to you, my love

Many thanks to @queenblackbetha for betaing!

[Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2]

Chapter 3: strange, the things we regret


Jon seats himself outside Sansa’s room- technically, it’s their room, but he’s fairly certain that Sansa doesn’t know that, and also that she’s distressed enough to miss the signs of his presence in them.

He settles against the floor opposite the door instead of knocking. He’s learned enough to recognize what her crying sounds like- she’s done it before, once, when she thought him deep asleep- but she’d shied away from him then and he’s certain that she’ll do the same now. So Jon pulls out his sword, balances the blade across his knees, and starts to sharpen it.

The metallic zing of the whetstone across his blade seems to rouse her, though, for it’s only a few minutes past him starting that Sansa opens the door. Her eyes sweep over the hallway once, then twice, before catching him. They narrow.

“What’re you doing?”

“Sharpening my sword,” he says, shifting it so she can see it better.

Sansa’s eyes are red-rimmed, and the tear tracks still gleam in the torchlight. It’s strange, Jon reflects; but Sansa manages to turn blotchy cheeks and graceless anger into something ladylike. Somehow, through some strange method, she still manages to look lovely.

“You look ridiculous,” she snaps. “Where’s your bedchamber?”

Jon lifts his eyebrows, tilts his head to the door open behind her, and Sansa flushes in sudden understanding.

“Well, then- come inside. People will talk if they see-”

“This is your family’s private wing,” Jon replies, easily. “It isn’t a problem.”

“The floor cannot possibly be comfortable.”

“I’m fine,” he says bluntly. “You needed- still need, likely- some privacy. Take it. I’ll be here.”

After a long moment, Sansa’s face softens. It’s no longer the exasperated look she’d sported before, nor the heartbroken one before that; there’s affection there, in the gentle swell of her lips, in the crow’s-feet along her eyes. Jon’s called himself a fool countless times: for seeing a flame-haired woman with more strength than was entirely healthy and falling head-over-heels in love with her- and there have been times when he hates himself for putting another man in her way, after so much has already been taken from her by men.

Then there are moments like this, when Sansa looks at him as if she could love him, as if some part of her already does, and he can’t quite stop his heart from quivering with delight.

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anonymous asked:

thanks sm! about anne boleyn, i wanted to ask why historians always say that she was a calculating person, scheming her way to the top to become queen bc that's what she rly wanted to be, and how she knew how to handle the king and get him to do what she wanted. ppl also think that she made the reformation happen. that she is to be blamed for wolsey's fall. and i don't understand when ppl say that henry was passionately in love with her but i doubt it. i'm confused with her image.

Anne’s image has seesawed throughout history–for more of how she’s been perceived on a cultural level, I highly recommend Susan Bordo’s book–I think it’s The Creation of Anne Boleyn.

Anne was initially perceived in a general sense by Catholics as this whore who basically turned Henry away from Catherine of Aragon and by extension the Church.  She was Black Nan, and that’s where a lot of the “scheming Anne” image stems from.  It’s a holdover from that era.  Protestants had a more favorable view of Anne, but she wouldn’t get her “mother of the English Reformation” rep until Elizabeth I took over and made some steps to rehabilitate her mother’s image.

I tend to feel like the postmodern, post-feminist Anne B that we see today on Tumblr is a combination of those two images.  People project onto Anne–and God, a good bit of it, as much as I really appreciate Natalie Dormer’s Anne Boleyn, is thanks to that. People focus a ton on Anne’s “bad bitch” moments in The Tudors, but I think Natalie actually projected a much more complex woman who was insecure, anxious, and perhaps driven to some level of instability by her abusive husband.  You can act as if the scene where Anne tells Cromwell that she’ll have him cropped at the neck is badass–but Natalie Dormer, I imagine, knew that was yet another desperate moment from a woman whose days were numbered, and who had much less power than Cromwell at that point.

The real Anne Boleyn may have wanted to be queen–I tend to feel like she didn’t set out to seduce Henry, but when his interest became obsessive she saw an opportunity.  She was clever.  But she wasn’t a Protestant heroine.  She may very well have believed in the Reformation a real level where Henry did not.  But like.  Anne was not some hardcore Lutheran reformer princess.  She was a woman caught up in a game controlled by a man, and she ultimately out of her depth.  My perception of this Anne became solidified after I read Sarah Gristwood’s “Game of Queens”.  She’s deeply sympathetic to Anne, but points out all the ways that Anne was a smart woman–but far from a trained politician.

Henry forced the English Reformation, and not because Anne pushed him to–but because that was the way out of his marriage to Catherine, and he had other advisers (male advisers) pushing for it.  If he’d met another woman or really wanted out of his marriage for other reasons, if Cromwell had whispered in his ear then–yeah, it probably would have happened sooner or later.  Was he in love with her?  Well, I’m sure he thought he was at some point, but I err on the side of not believing that a person who ever truly loved someone could murder that someone in cold blood while also essentially disavowing their toddler.  I think he loved what Anne represented, and there honestly is a classic midlife crisis to it all that people tend to overlook–men have always been, and still are, drawn to women who represent everything that their solid, middle-aged wives aren’t.  And Anne also dangled the carrot of full sexual gratification, probably, for a long time.  His desire for her was more about the son he thought she could give and lust than love.  You don’t abuse someone you love because they stop being sexy.  And as soon as Anne began to show her insecurities and slip up, Henry began to lose interest. Their marriage lasted like, three years.  No way do I think he loved her.

Some misogynistic historians may present a romanticized, sexualized version of Anne–like Starkey, like Weir.  But if you look at Eric Ives, Antonia Fraser, and more recently Gristwood and Bordo, I think you get a more level look at a woman who was incredibly human, and who has borne the weight of all of these feminist projections onto her combined with the misogyny of many male historians.  It’s a weird combo that has given us Black Widow/Power Bitch Anne.  I really hate it.  She was a flawed, victimized woman who exhibited the capacity to love–and the capacity for cruelty.  Like many other women.

gooonmooon  asked:

Nevada ramirez for the ship thingy!!

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Are … are you sure!? Asshole Nevada!?!? … Okay. I just hope you weren’t expecting as much sweetness as was in literally everyone else’s … Here we go

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anonymous asked:

I read in a Cat/Ned fanfic that Catelyn was wishing she was with Brandon on her wedding night. It was gross and it still bothers me. I don't understand it. It's not the first time I've read fanfic with Cat wishing she had given her virginity to Brandon. Why is this such a common idea in Cat/Ned fanfic? Do you think it comes from the fact that Cat compared the two and Brandon was viewed favorably? Why do you think Ned gets treated as if he's inadequate and portray Cateyln as victim? What gives?

Well, Nonnie,

I’m honestly not that bothered by the idea that Catelyn thought of Brandon on her wedding night or even that she might have wished it was he she was marrying and bedding. While the 35 and 34 year old Ned and Catelyn we meet in AGOT are undoubtedly in love, the 18-19 year olds who wedded that day in the sept at Riverrun were complete strangers!

While I have no idea whether or not Catelyn fancied herself in love with Brandon Stark, I DO know that she had at least met him. She’d had YEARS to correspond with him, have him visit her on occasion at Riverrun (ALWAYS putting his best foot forward to impress his betrothed, no doubt.) He was handsome, outgoing, tall, charming, confident. I imagine young Catelyn was a bit like Sansa in that she could look at this dashing older man who treated her with such courtesy and imagine herself as his lady in their castle quite easily. And since she never knew him well, she could imagine him to be everything she wanted him to be during the long years of their betrothal as she grew up. Even if she never really truly felt anything like love for him, at least he wasn’t a stranger (which Ned WAS), and she’d had years to get used to the idea of being his wife instead of mere days.

Then he dies tragically, and in his place she’s handed over to a man she’s never met–younger, almost as young as she is, not particularly handsome, grim and silent rather than laughing and charming. While as readers, we KNOW Ned is a man who is warm and loving and cares deeply about people, virtually every non-Stark POV describes him as cold and stern. Even Bran’s opening POV of the book describes Ned wearing what Catelyn called his “lord’s face” at the execution. And when Ned and Cat met and married, Ned had just lost his father and brother to death and had no idea what terrible things were happening to his sister. He was suddenly the Lord of Winterfell and was dutifully stepping up to wed and bed his brother’s betrothed to secure the armies of the Riverlands to his cause. Can you imagine just how grim Ned Stark looked with all of that grief and responsibility heavy on his young shoulders?

Ned isn’t inadequate, and I don’t think Catelyn ever considered him that way–even in the beginning. She saw him as an honorable man doing what he must for his family and for the Seven Kingdoms. But she didn’t want to marry him. She was a teenager!! She wanted Brandon alive and to get the life she’d been imagining for 6 or so years by this point! She didn’t want war. She didn’t want to wed a man who’d immediately leave and possibly die. She didn’t want to be stripped naked and thrown in bed with a stranger. But she had no choice. She did her duty. The fact that she may have wished devoutly that it was Brandon beside her does not belittle Ned or herself. It’s simply a natural response for a teenaged girl who wants desperately to do what’s right and responsible but still mourns for the life she’s just lost and has NO IDEA what this new life with this solemn stranger will bring her.

As for portraying Catelyn as a victim in this, well, she is. I honestly don’t think that’s considered enough by a lot of readers. She has ZERO agency in this situation, just as she has zero agency when Ned brings Jon home and says, “This child is mine, I will tell you nothing more about him, but you will allow him to live here as my son and grow up among any children you bear me and never ever ask me a damn thing about him.” Just because Catelyn ACCEPTS the feudal system and attempts to work within it to build her life rather than rejecting it entirely doesn’t mean the system does not victimize her.

Notice I don’t say that Ned victimizes her (although he does to a certain extent in the matter of Jon, albeit reluctantly and guiltily.) I think Ned Stark is actually a very good man who wants nothing more than to treat Catelyn with all the respect and honor he possibly can–first for duty, and later for love as well. But the system DEFINITELY victimizes her. (Think about it–she’d have married Roose Bolton or old Walder Frey if that’s who Hoster had given her to, and talk about being a VICTIM! Ugh!!)
And even as a man and a High Lord, the feudal system of Westeros limits Ned’s agency in this whole situation somewhat as well–just not nearly as much as it does Catelyn’s as a woman. But I think they were both pretty miserable at that wedding, to be honest.

But all of this in NO WAY diminishes what the two of them created over the years. We are given very few examples of married couples who have even an abundance of affection for each other in ASOIAF, much less a deep and abiding love. Yet that’s what Ned and Catelyn achieved. Partially, that was sheer, dumb luck–they are remarkably suited to each other–much more suited than Brandon and Catelyn would have been, a fact she definitely comes to realize through the years. But even more importantly, they both WANTED a good marriage. They both wanted a successful family and life together. They bonded over their sense of duty and their desire to live up to the titles and positions they’d been given and even more so over the incredible love they felt for their children. And they turned toward each other when they could have turned away. They allowed the attraction and affection between them to blossom. They nurtured it instead of trying to squash it out of anger, fear, resentment or pride. And they were rewarded with a love beyond anything either of them expected during that hasty, grief-filled, war-motivated wedding between two strangers.

And THAT is why I will ship Ned x Cat like burning fire FOREVER. :-)

The Last to Know

If anyone were to wander into the morgue at St. Bart’s on a Tuesday night, they would expect the silent solemnity that comes from handling the dead and their grieving loved ones.

What they would not expect would be an angry, petite pathologist covered in splatters of blood gesturing madly at a red-faced, somewhat short man in a torn jumper, gesturing just as madly.

The two people in question, one Molly Hooper and one John Watson, were good friends. Not that anyone would assume that, considering the volley of curses flying between the two this particular Tuesday night.

‘And I’m telling you, Sherlock will find out one way or another!’ John shouted, running an agitated hand through his short-cropped hair.

Molly planted her blood-covered, glove-clad hands on her hips. 'And I told you not to tell Mycroft! And what is the first thing you do? You go blathering to His Nibs! Of course Mycroft will not keep it a secret, there’s nothing he likes more than one-upping Sherlock!’

John growled and breathed in five distinct deep breaths, an audible crack sounding as he clenched his teeth. 'I did not go blather- Why am I defending myself? Mycroft looked at me and deduced it.’

'No,’ Molly huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, painting her white coat with more blood. 'That still doesn’t excuse the fact that within ten minutes of promising to not say a word you spilled everything! Thank God you don’t know any government secrets,’ she mumbled the last bit angrily.

Throwing his hands in the air, John groaned. 'How was I to know he would kidnap me today and within two seconds deduce something about you?’

'He’s Mycroft Holmes, you complete tosser! He’s better at deducing than Sherlock, you idiot! If I’d had a warning, I would have called him and explained or… or…’ Molly huffed, flushing redder, if possible. 'Or even gotten a bit of a head start!’

'What the bloody Hell is going on?’

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Ichiruki Month: Honeymoon Spread

Deserved Rest Part 3 for @ichirukimonth

Here are the previous two parts to this fanfic in case you’re interested:

Pt 1: http://funtimeswithfinandbarry.tumblr.com/post/159126801603/deserved-rest

Pt 2: http://funtimeswithfinandbarry.tumblr.com/post/162792230163/deserved-rest-pt-2

Part three below the cut…

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Killian and Emma are best friends and they spend one night together after drinking too much. And they decide to stay friends cause both of them think the other one thought the night was a mistake, and they don't want to lose the other. And than Emma discovers she is pregnant.

a/n: alright, another angsty prompt lmao thanks, anon, i needed this one. (ignore mistakes, if any, i’m in no mood to actually review and make sure i don’t have a dumb typo or something.)


“Ah, that is very incorrect of you to accuse me of such matters, Swan.”

“I’m your best friend, I think I know precisely what matters are good to accuse of or not, Jones,” she retorts sharply, taking another sip from her scotch. “Besides, we’ve known each other for… what - four years?”

“I believe it’s five.”

“Nope,” she slurs, “four.”

He chuckles, swaying forward. “I also believe we’ve had a bit too much to drink.”

It’s not like she’ll deny that. Drunk minds speak sober thoughts, right now she’s extremely over-the-edge drunk after a shitty day at work, cursing her crap luck when it came to chasing down her latest perp.  Despite her capable abilities which her boss does acknowledge, it turns out he still gets angry at her after failure. Chasing bail jumpers aren’t easy (even though it’s not that hard for her by this point), but today was her latest failure - biggest failure.

So…drink to forget, really.

And who else would pay her company besides her best friend who is also conveniently her roommate?

(Not the best idea she’s ever had, but she’s drunk and her brain isn’t even working, can you blame her by this point?)

“I think you’ve had too much to drink,” she drawls, bringing the short glass back to her lips, finishing it in one down. (Yeah, she’s fucking drunk, no doubt.)

Emma’s mind is hazy, which to be honest, is currently the best state of bliss she could be sated with at the very moment. At least it means her plan of drinking until I forget everything that happened today is working quite successfully.

“‘Scuse me, love, but that’s the most incorrect statement I’ve heard all night,” he complains, taking a sip of his rum. “The fact that you’re flirting with me means you’ve had far too much to drink.”

“Flirting with you? You’re kidding me,” she grumbles.

His eyes are so fucking blue - Jesus - it’s unsafe for her to hang around him while drunk. As much as the day’s events have faded to the back of her mind, it makes valid room for her feelings for Jones to emerge. She’s always had this crush on him, something peculiar for her to ever explore at most, too afraid to make a move - to ruin their friendship, something she’s worked so hard to keep on with.

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anonymous asked:

Erwin was in love with a woman. Is he bisexual in your opinion? Are Levi's feelings for Erwin (if they exist) reciprocated? I don't think so. What do you think?

Hi there anon :) This got very long, so I put it under a cut.

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