but i'm still not over this moment

Bad Dream?

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Raph jerked forward out of panting heavily. It took him a moment to recognize his surroundings. The same familiar surroundings he had grown up with since he could remember. 
The lair. The living room. The TV set on the multiple colored bars, indicating that the airing times were over and that it was well past 12.
He blinked and raised a hand to rub his eye. What… what WAS that? He thought, turning down to the sound of snoring. 

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i love waking up to the knowledge that paul lost in back-to-back seasons with a 5-4 vote two times in a row, having his fate decided by someone who hated both of the final two with a passion but ultimately despised him more both times, sitting in the same chair in the same exact outfit, while the girl who cast the deciding vote the previous year and the girl he lost to the first time watched him from the audience, canoodling with the guy he screwed over to get to the final two the first time as one of (if not the most) hated houseguests of all time (raven) hung off of him stroking his arm incessantly while her supposed boyfriend stood no less than a foot away, and then he had to go home to face the repercussions of his blatant racism and bullying, while the two people he lost to enjoyed being iconic winners (nicole being the first woman in final two to win against a man, josh being the second ever POC winner) and their 500k

more universe swap ideas:

Sidney and Geno are dating, but one day they have an argument. Maybe it’s over a dumb penalty one of them took, and Sidney is chewing Geno out for it, and that led to Geno accusing Sidney caring more about hockey than their relationship. Sidney is mad enough to be in tears (how could Geno ever think that of him?) as he storms off to their bedroom and slams the door shut, and Geno is still pissed so he sleeps on the couch.

Then Geno wakes up in a universe where not only does he still play for the Pens, he’s the captain. But Sidney is nowhere to be seen. In fact, no one’s ever heard of Sidney Crosby. He begins to panic.

“You just fuck with me now,” Geno says to Flower. Tanger and some of the rookies give him a nervous look. “No, really, where Sid. Not funny anymore.”

“We don’t know who that is, G,” Phil says. “Really.”

He’s about to have a panic attack when the Pens PR suddenly come up and ask if he’s ready to go deliver the season tickets. Geno, in a daze, lets him kind of guide him wherever, and soon he’s on his way, with the team and the Pens admin, to a little suburban house. 

Geno does not want to deliver tickets, but he knocks and he’s ready to kind of shove the tickets at them and leave. Then the door opens and–

“Oh my God,” Sidney says. He’s in jeans and a Malkin jersey, but it’s Sid, his Sidney, not missing or dead and oh God, he’s right here. “You’re Evgeni Malkin. You actually came.”

“Sid,” Geno whispers. 

He’s about to pull Sidney in for a kiss when a little boy peeks out from behind Sidney’s leg. “Dad, that’s Geno,” the boy says in wonder.

Geno watches, stunned, as Sidney picks up the boy and kisses his cheek. “This is my son,” Sidney says, smiling broadly. “Come in, come in–”

And Geno is led into this bizarro world where he meets Sidney’s fucking husband, the rest of the kids, Taylor, and Sidney’s parents, and he has to pretend that he isn’t losing it watching his boyfriend live a suburban life. Apparently, in this universe, Sidney had not played hockey after Shattuck. He went to university in Pittsburgh, married his college sweetheart (the football captain, to be exact. He’s handsome and tall and friendly, and it’s clear that he adores Sidney. Geno hates him immediately), has three kids with him who all adore the Penguins, and teaches at the local elementary school. And it’s breaking his heart watching Sidney live this perfect life, and knowing that he has no part in it.

anyways i want those angsty movie scenes where Geno keeps asking Sidney out on not-dates. It’s getting late, and Geno’s driving Sidney back home after yet another dinner.

“Sid, wait,” Geno says, as Sidney’s unbuckling his seat belt. Sidney looks at him in question. “Don’t go yet.”

“I still have some papers to grade–”

Geno covers Sidney’s hand with his, in one bold, sudden move. “Please don’t go.”

Sidney looks stunned, then pained. “Geno,” Sidney says softly. “Geno, I think I know what this is.”

“Sid, please–”

“I have a family,” Sidney says. “You’ve been–you’re an incredible hockey player–and–and a wonderful friend, I mean–you’re Evgeni Malkin–”

“I love you,” Geno says.

Sidney bristles. “I’m going home, Geno,” he says coldly. “Good night–”

“Wait–”

“Let go–”

“I’m show–” Geno fumbles with his phone, which miraculously had all the photos from his world. Photos of his Sidney kissing his cheek, of them lazing around after workouts, Geno and Sidney’s happiest moments. 

He presses play on a random video, startling Sidney into freezing as in-video Sidney’s voice asks cheerily, “Geno, what should we do on your Cup day?” 

“You captain,” in-video Geno responds. “You decide.”

“But it’s your day,” in-video Sidney whines. “Really, we can do anything. I promise.”

“Okay. You be nice to me all day.”

“I’m always nice to you.”

“No nagging. More kisses.”

“I don’t nag!” in-video Sidney laughs, then kisses Geno’s nose. “I just want your day to be perfect.”

“Everyday perfect,” in-video Geno responds, stroking Sidney’s cheek, as the Sidney on the screen softens considerably. 

“How is this possible?” Sidney whispers, entranced by the video. “Wha–I don’t–”

“I told you,” Geno says tiredly. “I’m boyfriend in other world.”

in all seriousness though watching a lost little warlock find one of her own people and connect with him as soon as she realizes he’s just like her is so healing because i truly know this feeling when i run into someone else who’s also of my ethnicity. i’m never more glad that it’s magnus bane whose allowed to make madzie feel safe and comfortable rather than some white shadowhunters

Phantom of the Opera explained, song by song
  • Prologue: Once upon a time...
  • Overture: If this song played at your funeral, you'd rise from the dead
  • Think of Me: Musical theatre version of the Eye of the Tiger montage
  • Angel of Music: Yeah it's totally my dead dad
  • Little Lotte: Friendzoned
  • The Mirror: Friendzoned part 2
  • Title Song: This isn't my dead dad
  • Music of the Night: This organ isn't the only thing I can use my fingers on
  • Stranger Than You Dreamt It: U G L Y u ain't got no alibi u ugly
  • Magical Lasso: Bitch shut up
  • Notes: This is just about the only comic relief you get in this damn show
  • Prima Donna: What's the worst that can happen ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • Poor Fool: 🐸
  • Why Have You Brought Me Here: There's like one redeeming trait in Erik and I'm holding onto it sorry Raoul the music is too bomb (still hella scared though)
  • All I Ask of You: The first happy moment of the show
  • All I Ask of You Reprise: Betrayal, anger, falling chandeliers, and this isn't even the worst that can happen yet
  • Masquerade: The second and final happy moment of the show
  • Why So Silent: Happy time is over
  • Notes: The fuck?
  • Twisted Every Way: Terrible idea. Let's do it.
  • Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again: Time to be a strong independent woman
  • Wandering Child: Not falling for the dead dad thing this time, wait maybe...
  • Bravo Monsieur: Imma fite everyone, let my damn opera start
  • The Point of No Return: If sex was a song
  • Final Lair: Great googly moogly it's all gone to shit
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favorite character meme » six scenes
↳ 6. watchdogs (3.14)

castielismyfavouriteangel  asked:

"What the hell were you thinking??" - "To be completely honest: nothing."

The first time they kiss, it’s not a kiss at all.

Castiel is kneeling in the mud, and there’s a slow tide of panic starting to wash over him, because Dean isn’t breathing. Castiel killed the creature that dragged Dean under the surface, had immediately pulled Dean up for air and onto the shore, but Dean still isn’t breathing. Castiel’s borrowed grace is weak and flickering, barely enough to light a candle at the moment and certainly not enough to do any kind of healing, and Dean still isn’t breathing. Sam is miles away doing reconnaissance in the town because they didn’t realize they would stumble across the monster so quickly, and Dean still isn’t breathing.

Objectively, he knows the concept of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. He knows how human bodies work, he knows the complicated processes of the respiratory system. Knowing and doing are two very different things, but he also knows how long the human brain can be deprived of air before suffering permanent damage, so he has no choice but to try.

He expects to feel something - he’s not sure what - when he puts his lips to Dean’s for the first time. Maybe something like a shock from static electricity, or a vibration under his vessel’s skin like the rumble of nearby thunder, or a flip in his stomach like the moment before spreading his wings to fly. Instead, there’s only the burgeoning panic and the running mantra of breathe breathe breathe.

Castiel breathes air into him - air that he probably needs for himself. Angels don’t need to breathe, but he’s not much of an angel at the moment. 

He forces air into Dean’s mouth again, and again, fingers curled around the back of Dean’s neck. He’s pausing for another breath when Dean spasms, a wet noise clawing out of his throat, and starts to cough. Castiel immediately pushes him onto his side, and Dean heaves up water and continues coughing.

Finally, with a groan, Dean flops onto his back. He’s breathing heavily, but he’s breathing. The sheer relief brings sudden pinpricks of tears to Castiel’s eyes, and it’s such a human reaction, but he doesn’t care. He sits back heavily on his heels, and at the movement, Dean’s eyes flick over to him. There’s a moment where Castiel knows they’re both thinking about how close Dean came to dying.

Then Dean carefully pushes himself onto an elbow and raises his fingers to his lips.

“…dude, please tell me you didn’t mack on me while I was out,” he jokes weakly. His voice is hoarse and raw from coughing. “Talk about taking advantage of a guy when he’s down. C’mon, man, you’re better than that.”

Joking is good. If Dean is joking, he’s going to be all right.

Castiel huffs and manages a faint smile. “A little gratitude would be nice.”

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“I hesitated.”

I guess I can understand that many people have a fear of snakes. Recently I saw the latest episode of the “new” Fear Factor, where people had to lay in containers while ball pythons and boas were placed on top of them. I couldn’t help but feel pure jealousy. Sometimes the camera would focus in on a ball python with the intention of you (the program viewer) thinking it was some “dangerous creature”, but all I saw was an adorable puppy in that moment.

anonymous asked:

i'm so nervous about this getting renewed since the get down got cancelled and it had a high budget ;-; and we got #renewsense8 trending #1 worldwide.

I am gonna say to you guys over here exactly what I said a few moments ago on twitter.

I need everyone to take a deep breathe before screaming about sense8 and comparing it to the get down. These two shows are similar in some aspects but these are still very different situations.

The Get Down had a high budget because Baz Luhrman wouldn’t give up on his vision for the show in order for it to be made more affordable for Netflix (I am not criticizing that, that is his right as a artist to mantain the integrity of his work), the show also wasn’t nearly as popular as Sense8 and as he said on his own facebook page, Baz Luhrman is already working on a film project while the get down was in the ‘limbo’. 

Now, about Sense8. It is one of Netflix’s most successfull shows (audience wise), the budget can and probably will (as it was hinted in the end of season 2) be made more affordable by just changing the shooting locations (if they visit less countries/cities by keeping the cluster in the same spot for a while) and lana wachwoski is extremely commited to the show, even with her sister’s absence she still managed to write and direct season 2, it took more time and effort but it was done and delivered. 

The Get Down and Sense8 are both shows with diversity and high budgets, but their similarities end there. I am a fan of TGD and that can be confirmed on my personal acc and I am mad and sad about it being cancelled but sense8 is a whole other deal. And I am not saying I am 100% sure the show will be renewed, no one is sure about that, maybe not even the folks at Netflix. However, it can’t be compared with The Get Down since these are two different situations and we have gone throught this exactly situation before. Way back in 2015, we had to wait nearly two months for them to announce the second season because they wanted to give us the news on August, 8 (the sensates’ birthday).

So, let us not worry that much. And about the campaign on twitter, I am all for it. It is good for netflix to always be sure they have a audience for this amazing show and have no doubts about the future of our beloved sensates. 

- R.

Obliviate // Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: After the summer away from Draco you are beyond excited to see him again. Except once you two are reunited you notice something is off about him. When you confront him about it you learn of the darkness that rests within him, terrifying you.

Word Count: 1,928

Warning(s): None

A/N: AHHH finally a Draco imagine!!!

Disclaimer(s): Not my gif credit to owner


You’re gleaming with excitement as you walk through Kings’ Cross Station, you can’t wait to get back to Hogwarts. All summer you had been counting down the days until you were going to see all your friends again. You had especially been waiting until you were going to see Draco Malfoy, your long-term boyfriend, again. You were meant to stay with him for the last bit of summer before sixth year begins, but he said something came up with his family and they weren’t in the right position to hold company.

When you reach Platform 9 ¾ you barely bid your family goodbye before dashing through the barrier. You had gotten there extra early, one so your parents could say goodbye before they had to leave for work and two so you could see Draco sooner. You set your trunk and other belongings in the train and step back out onto the platform to wait for Draco.

When the distinct platinum blond hair comes into view, which can belong to none other than your boyfriend, you are not surprised to see him going at it with Potter. You just chuckle and roll your eyes, this ongoing feud was almost becoming comical. You watch the two, unable to tell if Draco lunges at Potter to taunt him or actually fight him. Though, you can tell that Potter lunged to fight before being pulled back by Weasley.

If you lay one hand on my boy Draco will be the least of you problems, Potter. You laugh at the thought of you actually causing harm to someone. Though, you never know what you’ll do for Draco. You always manage to surprise yourself.

Draco brushes off his tailored, black suit before looking forward again.

He seems a little off, even from a distance. He’s always been pale but at the moment he looks completely flushed; you can tell that he’s stressed from the tension in his muscles and the worry lines you can see from where you’re standing.

You catch his eye, him managing to stare deep into your eyes from meters away. He lets a smile take over his usual scowl when his grey eyes meet your Y/E/C ones. His smile makes your heart flutter as usual, for you know how you are one of the few people, or things, which can actually get Draco Malfoy to show a real smile. He shuffles along to you and you tilt your head, confused as to where his typical strut had gone. Draco Malfoy doesn’t shuffle he struts, everyone knows that. Something must really be off.

“Hi, love,” he quietly speaks, smiling down at you. He grabs you by your elbows, his normally firm grip turned feeble. He places a light kiss on your lips, you can still feel the passion but the power is nowhere near how it usually is when you’ve been apart for this long. "How was your summer?“ His voice is so quiet and frail, what happened to him?

"I think I may need you to answer that first,” you say while taking both his hands in yours. “Are you okay? You seem a little… off.” You just want to get straight to the point, if something is wrong with Draco you want to know now and fix it fast.

His eyes leave yours and he gazes off to the side and his smile recedes from his face, “I may have left some things out of the letters I sent you.” He sighs, “We need to talk,” he looks to the ground, then back to you. “Alone.”

“Okay,” you nod with a sympathetic voice, you give him a small, encouraging smile.

He struggles to smile back before taking one of your hands and leading you onto the train. You tell him the compartment you had previously left your belongings in and he takes you there, relieved to see no one else is in it or its surrounding compartments. You take a seat and he turns to close the doors tightly. He stands there for a second, hands gripping the handles of the door so hard his knuckles turn white, his back faced to you, he seems to be gathering his thoughts.

In a blink of an eye he sharply turns one hundred eighty degrees and rushes to sit across from you. He sits still for a moment before he looks down at his lap and starts to rub his palms up and down his thighs. What could he be so nervous to tell you?

You place a hand on his knee and only his eyes move up to look at you. “Draco,” you say in a small voice. “It’s going to be okay,” you give him yet another encouraging smile. At that tears start to form in his eyes. Was it something you said? What’s going on with him? “Dray, you’re beginning to worry me,” you voice is soft almost a whisper, you take one of his hands in yours and rub circles on the back of his with your thumb.

“I’m scared,” he whispers. “I’m scared,” he repeats letting a single tear fall.

“What are you scared of baby?” You sweetly ask while placing a hand on his cheek.

He melts into your palm, placing the hand not currently being held by yours and places it over top the one on his cheek. You feel his tears start to collect in your hand and you try to wipe them away as they fall with your thumb. He lets out a few whimpers and you know to give him time to get out what he needs to say.

“I’m scared of everything,” his voice is barely a whisper now. “I’m scared of what I’ve become, what I’ve been told to do. What will happen if I do it and what will happen if I don’t. I’m scared I’m going to lose everything,” he sniffles. He looks up, reconnecting his eyes to yours. “I’m so scared I’m going to lose you.”

“Dray, you’ll never lose-”

“You don’t know what I did,” he cuts you off. “And what I’m set to do.” His gaze leaves yours once more. His face turns deeply solemn and you can see the pain twinging in his eyes. He removes your hands from him, breaking all contact and sits up. Tears continue to roll down his cheeks when he speaks, "And I think it may be better, safer for you if you were to just break up with me and forget we ever existed.“

"Draco, don’t say that,” you sharply remark, tears now filling your eyes. “Don’t ever say that,” your voice breaks. “Whatever you did,” you grab his hand. “We’ll get through it together.”

His eyes meet yours and he slowly shakes his head. “If you stay with me, if he knows how important you are to me,” he swallows hard. “He’ll hurt you. He’ll torture you to make sure I do what he wants.”

“Who?” You ask so quietly you’re unsure Draco could even hear you.

He looks down at his forearm. Your breath gets caught up in your throat. You hope that it’s not what you think. Then, he begins to roll up his sleeve and you see it. Evil rests inked into his skin forever.

He has become a Death Eater.

“No,” you shake your head, tears falling furiously from your eyes. “No,” you place your head in your hands. “This can’t be happening,” you sob.

“I’m so sorry,” he chokes out. “But I had no choice.”

You look up at him, barely being able to see through the tears in your eyes. You know for a fact he really didn’t have a choice, but he’s still done it and you know you can’t be with him anymore. It’s an internal battle, you know he’s right and it’ll be safer for you if you leave him but you can’t let him go through this alone. He’s going to lose everyone at school if they find out, you can’t let him lose the one that is most important to him.

“I-I don’t- I don’t know what to do,” you say. “It will be safer for me if I leave you,” he winces at your words. “But I can’t, I won’t.” You see a bit of hope gleam in his eyes. “Draco,” you take both his hands in yours again. “I know this is scary, you’re going to need me now more than ever. I’m not on his side but I’m not going to let you deal with being one of them alone.”

The hope in his eyes falters and is replaced with remorse. “You don’t want this,” he shakes his head. “You can say it all you want that you want to help me through this but you don’t. You want to runaway from it and I don’t blame you for that I really don’t,” he squeezes your hands. “I know you’ll never admit it and you won’t leave my side knowing what we once were.”

“Once were?” You question.

Draco knows you better than anyone and he knows the sheer terror that rang through you the second you saw the fatal flaw on his arm. He knows that you’ll stand by him through it and that eventually it will all become too much for you. Even once you reach your inner turmoil, he knows you will still stand by him. He knows the love you have for him is so strong that even once every bit of your soul is lost to terror you will still be at his side.

All of this is why he knows what he has to do.

“I’m so sorry,” he says and you give him a confused look. He kisses you once more, with more passion and desire than all of your past kisses combined. Tears roll down his cheeks as he knows this will be the last time he’ll ever feel your lips pressed against his. The last time he’ll ever feel that you two are one.

“I love you,” he whispers after pulling away, his face only centimeters away.

You don’t know what is going on in his head but that doesn’t stop you from responding, “I love you, too.”

Draco lets out a sob when the words leave your mouth. It’ll be the last time you ever say those words to him.

He does his best to pull out his wand without you noticing. You are both staring deep into each other’s eyes. You don’t notice him moving his wand close to your temple. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath before uttering the most painful word.

“Obliviate.”

He erases the memories of you two from your mind. He leaves a few behind from first and second year when you two only spoke when one needed help in class. He knew even with being obliviated you would question why you had seemingly never spoken to him.

When the memory charm is completed he quickly gets up and exits the compartment while you are still in a daze. He stands in the corridor for a moment, breathing heavily with his back faced to your compartment. He peers over his shoulder and gets a last look at you. His heart can’t take it, he immediately begins to shake with vicious sobs. He runs down the corridor to an empty compartment, sits in the corner, pulls his knees to his chest in attempts to become as small as possible and sobs until he runs out of tears.

“What’ve I done?” He repeats countlessly.