but man this was an awesome scene

she was a queen
with neither crown nor kingdom,
the most powerful piece on the board
with no moves left to make,
so she overturned the table.
—  l.s.CHRYSALIS © 2016
Animated movies that don't get enough love
  • Megamind: Strong female character, funny jokes, anti-bullying, great animation with touching scenes, and strong moral messages
  • Wreck it Ralph: Again strong female characters, plus overcoming mental hardships, proving that being different is okay, amazing moral messages, beautiful animation and a hella rad plot
  • Brave: Strong female characters, different views, wonderful animation, proved that you don't need a man to save you, cutting your own destiny, awesome characters, magic broken by actual love, and strong mother-daughter relationship
  • Peabody and Sherman: Is packed with witty dialogue, good morals about unconventional families, fatherhood, and childhood struggle, it respects the intelligence of its younger audience, does actually manage to teach some history to its watchers, and has well animated characters (plus mr. peabody is a boss ass bitch)
  • Atlantis: whats this i smell? Its...its more STRONG FEMALE CHARACTERS, roots for the underdog, over coming physical and mental hardships, shows religious differences, beautiful animation, witty character dialogue, sassy one-liner dialogue and humor, and a detailed plot and story line
  • How to train your dragon 2: Beautiful animation, MORE STRONG FEMALE CHARACTERS, plus characters who aren't physically strong being portrayed as strong, showed that war isn't always the answer, major feels trip, shows friendship and compassion, mother-son relationship rekindled, DRAGONS, ADORABLE PRECIOUS DRAGONS, CANT BELIEVE THIS MOVIE GOT OVERSHADOWED BY FROZEN
Favorite parts about Spider-man homecoming:

•Pun t-shirts
•Tom Holland
•"But you’re here too" “am I?”
•Tom Holland
•They named a bomb “the glowy thingy”
•"I larb you"
•Michelle, always Michelle
•Tom Holland
•"This is your chance Peter, kiss her" *falls*
•Peter wrecking Flash’s dad’s car
•Peter going into the final battle with his homemade suit
•Tom Holland
•Happy carrying the ring around since 2008
•Pepper Potts
•Tom Holland
•Karen
•The scene™
•Tom Holland
Extra:
•Tom Holland’s lip sync battle, not in the movie but can we talk about how awesome that was

ALRIGHT PEOPLE

SO

I rewatched Winter Soldier last night (because literally what else am I supposed to do the night before I see Civil War)

And it was still great. Obviously. But you know what the best scene is?

None of the awesome action scenes. None of the Stucky fanfic fuel. None of the scenes with Falcon (somehow? Falcon’s so freaking awesome, I can’t believe I just said that he’s not the best part of a thing he’s in).

No.

The best scene is this one:

Remember this? Basically, Cap just told everyone over the intercom about Hydra infiltrating Shield, and how, if you’re not Hydra, trust no one, and fight back if you can. 

In the speech, Cap acknowledges that “If I stand alone” (that is, if no one wants to step up, because, fun fact, guns are really scary), then so be it.

And then Hydra’s resident Mr. McMuscle Man Brock Rumlow up there walks up to this lowly Launch Technician (Cameron Klein is his name, played by Aaron Himelstein) and orders him to launch Project Insight (aka Hydra’s evil plans).

Five minutes ago, Cameron had one job, and it was to press a few keys and launch this thing. Sure, he’d heard about Cap becoming a fugitive, and that was weird (and sounded kinda sketchy), but hey, he works for the good guys, right?

But now the game has changed. Launching this thing is a bad idea. 

Cameron pauses as Rumlow demands him to start it up. And Cameron refuses.

Rumlow pulls out a gun and points it straight at Cameron’s head. And Cameron panics; heck, he’s practically holding back tears already. But he still says no. “Captain’s orders,” he explains.

You know why this is the best scene in the movie? Because Cameron reminds me of someone. Someone that people watching the movie are already pretty familiar with.

Cameron is the guy who may not have the muscle or the skills to be a soldier or a spy, but he wanted to help make the world a better place, so he did what he could. He got a job at Shield, he followed the orders of people he thought he could trust, and when he realized the truth, he stood his ground and did the right thing. He hasn’t gone through any training, he has no powers or skills or suits of armor. He didn’t even know Sharon Carter was armed and would be able to get him out of harm’s way. He thought he was about to die. But he wasn’t going to stand by and let evil triumph.

And that’s despite the fact that Cap had EXPLICITLY given him permission to do so. That’s what he meant by “If I stand alone.” Cap was saying that if there’s a gun pointed to your head, it’s not cowardly to give up. That’s okay. It doesn’t make you a bad person. If a grenade gets tossed your way, you’re allowed to run away.

But Cameron chose to jump on top of the grenade instead.

I’ve heard people say “Steve Rogers is a hero with or without the serum,” and other people say that’s kind of a cheesy thing to say, but if you want proof of that statement, Cameron is it. In a 90-second or so scene, this movie perfectly emulated what it means to be a hero even if you have a desk job. Even if you don’t look like you take steroids. Even if nothing eventful has ever happened to you until one moment when everything in your life changes, YOU CAN STILL BE A HERO.

I don’t care if that sounds cheesy or hokey. This scene is incredible. Cameron Klein is incredible - so incredible, in fact, that he got a cameo in Age of Ultron on Fury’s Helicarrier.

Yeah, someone (I’m guessing Sharon) was so freaking impressed at his bravery that they recommended him to serve on Fury’s staff (and, after Winter Soldier, the amount of people Fury trusted could probably be counted on one hand). And he’s in charge of the evacuation - which was LITERALLY THE REASON Fury shows up at all. Not military backup, not surveillance. Evacuation of civilians. And Fury gave Cameron that responsibility.

Because that  guy up there may be the face of a nerd, or a gofer, or a desk clerk.

But it’s also the face of a person who won’t back down. Even when his world is being turned upside down, even when his life is on the line, this is the face of a man who will always do the right thing.

This is the face of a hero.

Now, Marvel’s Damage Control is an upcoming TV show about the normal folks. The ones without powers who always seem to be in the background but may have a lot more depth than they let on.

And I’m gonna try not to be too upset if I don’t see this guy’s name in the cast list, but man I’m hoping I do, because Cameron Klein is a hero.

Saw Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 2 and a few things I need in Avengers Infinity War

Spoilers obviously 

  •  - Thor explains he’s a god to GotG and Peter (Star Lord) is like, “I was a god once. Lower case." 
  •  - Star Lord bring us at least one battle with an awesome sound track. Steve doesn’t know what to think about it. Tony is jamming out. 
  •  - Spider Man not understanding any of Star Lord’s songs (like Star Wars being an old movie). Like The Who is playing and Peter says "who is this?” Other Peter answers, “The Who.” Peter says, “Yeah, who.” This scene goes on for several minutes. 
  •  - Hawkeye and Rocket being smart asses together. 
  •  - everyone amazed Rocket can talk 
  •  - Rocket meeting a wild raccoon. 
  •  - Steve having none of this shit about actual real life aliens from outer space 
  •  - Gamora/Nebula explaining that Thanos is daddy dearest 
  •  - Banner being baffled that someone else is also green

 I also just reblogged a similar post like this and all their ideas were amazing as well

a lil comic i did of one of my favorite moments in @terusmom ‘s freaking amazing, well written mp100 fanfic, “A Kick in the Teeth is Good For Some”

A Plethora of Dates With Peter Parker...

The Movie Theater 

  • Peter always taking you out to see the newest Sci-Fi films and definitely the newest Star Wars (but it’s his second time seeing it, since he promised Ned he would always see it with him first)
  • “Peter, can I please see Star Wars again in the theaters with you and [Y/N]?
  • “No, Ned! It’s a date… between two people only!”
  • “But it’s my favorite!”
  • “Ned, you say that about every Star Wars movie!”
  • Always finishing the popcorn before or during the previews
  • Peter constantly making sure you are comfortable and have the best seat in the house (this means getting to Star Wars showings at least an hour early)
  • “Are you cold? Do you want my jacket? Can you see the screen okay?”
  • “The man in front of us has a giant hat on, and I can’t see over it!”
  • “Excuse me, sir. Do you mind taking your hat off? My girlfr- NED! What are you doing here?”
  • “Hi, guys! How’s your dateeee?”
  • Finally giving in and letting Ned sit next to you during Star Wars (Peter and Ned regularly looking over at you for your reaction to their favorite scenes)
  • NEVER doing anything naughty in the theaters because you both want to respect the actors, directors, and all the hard work put into the film PLUS you wouldn’t want to miss anything important!
  • However, you often hold Peter’s hand or lay your head on his shoulder (or vice versa)
  • Peter shout-whispering to you when something awesome happens in the film
  • “Aw, man! Did you see that? That was so cool!”
  • Occasionally watching Peter instead of the movie. The look of pure amusement and enlightenment on his face. Adorable.
  • After the movie, you set aside a half an hour (or an hour for Star Wars) to have long discussions about your favorite parts, the science, the filming, the music, or how the film made you question the meaning of life
  • “Babe, that movie was amazing! My mind is officially blown. We should go to my apartment right now and try to creat-”
  • Always Every once in awhile you have to kiss him to prevent him from rambling on about the movie too much

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“You’re either brilliant and sufficient, or incredibly stupid and lucky. My bet is on the latter.” Almond lips pressed together as he made his way over to the small dresser drawer that held various needles and thread.

“Orrr - just super awesome -”

“Or perhaps an utter moron -”

“Could a moron do this!?”

“Do - WHA -”

Just had to doodle this scene from the fic @dragongem777​ was kind enough to write for my Prompto Spider-Man AU! I loved it so much!! Thank you. <3 <3 <3

“To die-to sleep, No more; and by a sleep we say to end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks” ~ Hamlet, Act 3 Scene 1

A Certain Elegance

@gdesertsand made an awesome mafia!au and felt inspired to write this scene. They made an ask blog about it @ask-mafia-lance-salazar. Go check it out!


“Lance. Come in, Lance.“ Shiro’s commanding voice rang in his ear.

“What’s up, boss man?“ Lance answered with a casual tone that always annoyed most of the paladins.

“Where the hell are you, Lance?“ As if on cue, Pidge snapped at him in their comms.

Lance grinned at the Galra soldier he managed not to kill during his infiltration in one of the control rooms. He shot both of the Galra’s knee caps just to be sure the alien won’t run away from him, and for the sake of precaution, Lance decided to tie the Galra up in one of the metal chairs in the room. And because he felt like it, he stuffed the Galra’s mouth with some cloth he cut out away from one of the fallen Galra soldiers on the floor. 

“I’m in one of the control rooms, Pigeon, cool your jets.” Lance whispered. “I’m a bit outnumbered but I can handle a couple of Galra soldiers on my own.” He even panted for added effect. They had to believe that he’s a little preoccupied so they’ll leave him alone, so he can do what he was known for back on earth.

“Are you sure, bro? I’ll be there in a few minutes if you need some assistance.“ Hunk, the bestest friend he could ever have, asked.

“Nah man, I can handle a few of these aliens. Besides, you and Keith have a mission. Protect the mullet head, yeah?“ Lance continued to whisper, shooting a few blasts from his bayard to sell his story even more. “I gotta go, guys, I think I just got found out.“ Lance pressed a button on his helmet which cut off his frequency away from the team. It was an altercation he made himself and no one seems to mind not hearing from him, so Lance figured why not.

“Now, we’re alone.“ Lance took off his helmet and placed it on the control board. He shook his head and massaged his scalp, his hair finally out of the confines of hi sweaty helmet. He made his way towards the Galra soldier who glared at him, yellow eyes glinting. “Comfy?”

The Galra mumbled against the gag in its mouth. Lance simply took another chair and sat in front of the tied up alien that was his prisoner at the moment.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Lance reached forward, “Ooh what is this?” He brushed his fingers against the Galra’s pelvis, which made the Galra groan and saliva dripped past the alien’s lips, and took hold of a hilt of a blade.

“I didn’t know you have one of these.” Lance inspected the wicked sharp blade, the black and violet surface catching the light, giving it an eery glow. He wielded the blade from side to side just like what his older brother taught him, slicing the air with finesse and speed. The Galra stared at him, not believing the way lance wielded a bladed weapon. 

“You must be wondering where I learned to do this.” Lance continued to slash at the air but he was now slicing closer and closer to the Galra’s blown up knees. 

“Wanna know a secret?” Lance leaned forward, his hands on either side of the Galra’s head, caging the alien. 

“I’m a Salazar.” 

Lance smiled, a smile he rarely used these days. This smile was the kind of smile he only wore when he’s at home, where violence and mind games were raw, there is where he thrived and showed his colors. The smile- a predatory show of teeth- he always wear when things are about to get messy and go Lance’s way. It was a the Young Demon’s smile.  

Lance sighed in relief. There was something liberating from saying his family’s name, something every Salazar needs to be proud about. It’s like he never left the vast household that was his home.

“That name may mean nothing to you, but back on Earth?“ Lance languidly played with the knife, mere inches away from the Galra’s face. “The mention of that name can make grown men tremble in fear. But I guess here in outer space, the Salazar name doesn’t hold that much weight. I’d like to change that.“ He swiped the blade against the Galra’s face, drawing blood.

“Shall we begin?”


“I repeat,“ Lance situated himself between the Galra’s legs, the knife slicing through the Galra’s purple fur, digging deeper and deeper as he dragged the knife across the alien’s chest, “the Champion was captured with two other humans, one was even brought to the fighting pits. Where are they?“

“I have told you over and over again, Blue Paladin, I do not know! Please, please, I do not know. Please believe me.“ The Galra, Joras, begged. His yellow eyes were dull and wet with tears.

“I want to believe you, Joras, believe me I do.” Lance stopped his slicing and sighed at the alien. It’s time, he thought. Lance laid his hand against Joras’ cheeks with enough tenderness to calm a frightened lamb before the slaughter.

Joras nuzzled against Lance’s palm. Hook, line, and sinker.

“But I checked your credentials, Joras. You are one of the major generals in the Galran forces. You were the one in charge of the Champion when he was in the fighting pits.“ Lance wiped the tears that were flowing down the Galra’s furry cheeks, and cupped Joras’ face with his hands. “So you are either lying to me or you take me for a fool.“

Lance looked at the Galra in disappointment and frowned. He leaned in and kissed one of the slices he made on Joras’ cheek. “Which is it, Joras?”

“I-I…“ Joras refused to look at the Blue Paladin, confused on what to say.

“I get it. Really I do.“ Lance lifted his leg and placed it on Jora’s side, straddling the alien who spluttered when Lance sat comfortably on Joras’ lap. The earlier venom in Lance’s voice as he cut through Joras’ skin was gone and was replaced by a warm, velvety smooth tone that washed away Joras’ fear. Small comforts, he thought. “Most people take me for a fool, and I don’t blame them for it. I suppose it’s my fault for letting them think of me that way.“

“No! I take you not for a fool!“ Joras didn’t know what came over him for suddenly exclaiming what he was thinking, but the frown on the Blue Paladin’s face was gone which urged him to speak more. “You have successfully infiltrated this control room, one of the most secured control room in this ship. You have killed all of my soldiers who were the top of their class and was handpicked by me. And you have me between your legs, Blue Paladin, you have me bruised and bleeding, begging you to have mercy on me. You are no fool.” 

Lance didn’t expect Joras to break easily that’s why he took his time with him. He remembered his brother saying: “There’s so much more to torture and acquiring information, little brother. It’s not just punching, slicing, and stabbing- though those methods get the job done. There’s a certain elegance to it.” At first he didn’t understand what he meant, but as time went by, he started to understand the intricacies of torture.

Lance learned that pain was only one of the methods you can use to break people. There were other means to make people talk, his brother stated as he typed in his laptop. And he found out that the best and full proof plan of action was to mentally and emotionally break them. Lance learned that pain and blackmail can only take you too far, that harming or intimidating a person doesn’t make them break. So Lance found a new method of torture, a method that works in his favor.

“Thank you, Joras.“ The Young Demon smiled. “But that doesn’t answer my question. I need to know where they are. “ Lance cupped Joras’ face and tilted it up so he can meet his eyes. “These people, they’re important to me. Don’t you want to make me happy? Don’t you want me to smile again?“

He can see the hesitation in Joras’ yellow eyes. He was there, he’s on the midst of breaking, he just needs a little push. 

“Please don’t make me hurt you. I hated hurting you, Joras.“ 

The best way to break people was to make them care. Make them give a damn about themselves, about you, about your purpose. It doesn’t matter as long as you involve them in the process, make them feel that you care about them too. So that’s what Lance did.

Every time he sliced Joras’ skin, he apologized. When he punched him in the gut, he had to explain why he was doing it. When he buried his finger in the hole he made on his knees, Lance expressed reluctance to do it. He made the Galra feel that he was forced to do this, that it wasn’t his choice to hurt him. He made him believe that by sharing what he knows, he’s stopping the hurt that’s inflicted on them both. Lance made him care.

“Data pad.“ Joras whispered, “I promise you I do not know the people you speak of, but with my data pad and my clearance, you can search through the prisoner database from the time the Champion was captured to when he escaped.“

“Really?“ Joras nodded. He was clearly relieved when lance put away the knife but there was tension in Joras’ shoulders. “See that wasn’t so hard was it? All I wanted from you was information. I never wanted to hurt you, Joras, you should know that. “

Lance stood up to fish out the data pad from Joras’ suit. He turned it on and was not surprised to see that it doesn’t have a password. He was far from understanding the Galran alphabet but he was pretty sure their resident techy can figure it out. He placed the data pad inside his body suit’s pocket and went for his helmet.

“Thank you for your help, Joras. Really, thanks a lot. I know this may sound cruel but know that I have the right intentions in mind. Do you want me to kill you?“ He didn’t put on his helmet just yet. He simply held it in his hand while his other hand fiddled with his bayard. 

Joras looked at him funny, but his shoulders were trembling again.

“I know you know what’s coming to you. Zarkon doesn’t appreciate snitches, just look at what happened to Thace. And what’s worse, Zarkon will just dispose of you like you were nothing. He will erase all of the things you have done in service to the empire, let people remember you as a traitor.“ Lance gave all that he had to not laugh right in front of Joras’ face. The strong and mighty Galra he met moments ago was now broken, shaking and scared. 

“But if you die now, die on my hands, I can make it painless. I will let the entire universe remember you as the Galra who helped the Blue Paladin rescue the humans that ended the war against Zarkon. You will die a hero, Joras, don’t you want that?“

Lance already knew the answer but still he waited for the Galra to give his consent. It was the least he can do.

“You will make them remember me as a hero?“

“Yes, Joras. And even more.“

Joras looked dejected. Lance can see the resolve in his eyes as well as understanding. He knew that it was pointless to live when the moment the Paladins of Voltron leave their ship, he’s as good as dead. The higher ups will check the cameras and see that he was tortured, they’ll even hear him confess to Lance about his data pad. He will be dubbed as the Galra soldier who was tortured by the Blue Paladin, who begged for his life, an embarrassment to the Galra as a whole.

“Alright. It was nice to meet you ,Blue Paladn Lance. It is an honor to die on your hands.“

“Goodbye, Joras.“


There you go. What do you think? I admit it’s a little messy but there’s something with an evil Lance that I quite like. I’m a sucker for evil geniuses and even more for Lance so why the hell not.

Peter couldn’t be Spider-Man, May thinks to herself, he’s scared of heights.

Still, here he stands, his eyes as wide as the lenses of his mask and wearing a familiar red and blue suit. May knows this stance, she knows this expression plastered on his face and is expecting the predictable, following words : I can explain. But she can’t look past the suit, her throat dry as she thinks about the fact that Peter’s scared shitless of heights. For a moment, May entertrains the idea of going with whatever excuse Peter would come up with. She thinks that anything would be better that admitting that Peter - dear sweet Peter, her nephew, her charge - is the webswinging vigilante that the whole of New York seemed to be worshipping.

Which to May sounds ridiculous because he’s just Peter. Boring, old, geeky Peter who works on building the Death Star with his best friend on his downtime. A regular teenager whose only real struggle should be homeworks and whether girls like him or not, not fighting flying supervillains or going to Germany to fight Captain America. Peter gapes at her, lost for words and May is torn between crying, yelling or passing out. She settles for staring back, at war with her own thoughts. Raising a genius on her own is hard enough - she remembers crying when Peter, having just started middle school, didn’t need either of hers or Ben”s help with his homework - she doesn’t think she’s equipped to raise a vigilante on the rise.

Please, say something.

She blinks and looks up, finding Peter staring back at her, his mask clenched in his hands and the expression on his face, a mix of hope and expectation. May realizes a second too late that the words had left his mouth ad weren’t part of her thoughts. She blinks again, as if she blinks once more, the suit would disappear and Peter would be wearing one of his lame science-pun shirts instead. May clears her throat and plasters a smile on her face. Judging by the frown on his face, Peter isn’t fooled.

“I need your help with the grocery bags, downstairs,” and damn, if she isn’t surprised by the calmness of her voice.

May-” he starts, taking a step toward her;

“Groceries first,” she interrupts, her smile sliding from her face as she notices his frown deepening, “We’ll talk about.. this later. One thing at a time, Peter.”

She ignores the voice whispering that she’s running away from her responsibilities and walks away from Peter’s bedroom. She stops by the frontdoor and lets out a breath, keeping tears at bay as she runs her fingers through the hair, trying to ground herself.

“One thing at a time,” May repeats to herself, trying to convince herself that her entire world hasn’t come crashing around her.

Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 5)

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: You and Dean are getting comfortable in your relationship, but Bobby isn’t giving up and causes problems for Dean at work. Later, a house fire lands Dean and Benny in some trouble.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,200

Warnings: mild smut, language, house fire, civilians trapped inside

Lingo Guide: “Striking a box” is when a department calls for help from surrounding towns. They can strike multiple boxes, which just means they call in towns from farther and farther away. “Recalling firefighters” means they’re asking men who are off duty to come into work to help out. “Working fire” means that it’s the real deal, smoke and flames confirmed.

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So, ONE is a god and mob psycho 100 has the best characters and scene escalations ever. Teru, I’m so proud of you. Also you lost your hair again, which PARALLELISM to the beginning fight between mob and Teur, I love it so much.

(this piece is not entirely true to the manga but its an interpretation regardless of AWESOMENESS chapter 100.5)

Practice with motion blur and object proportions.

“The fuck are you wearing ?” - Wolverine x Reader

I saw a deleted scene from Reel Steel where Hugh Jackman is shirtless and then puts on a shirt, and besides the fact that he’s incredibly sexy, I couldn’t help but think…”What the fuck is he wearing ?” cause that shirt is…I don’t know I just find it funny. So…Here we go with a short and shitty Wolverine thing, because…Yeah. Boom, here, hope you’ll like it

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It was still rather early in the morning when you felt Logan’s side of the bed shift, and you groan as he slipped the arm that was under your head away, and stood up. You slowly opened one eye. In the light of the rising sun, you could see his naked silhouette gathering some clothes from his wardrobe. Damn he looked good. You wanted him to come back to bed…

-Logan, honey, it’s like - you quickly looked at your alarm clock- 6 am…Oh my god it’s 6 fucking am ! It’s Sunday, and you’re up at 6 am. The Hell is wrong with you ? 

You heard him chuckle as he put on some boxers and pants. You gave him a disappointed pout, because you wanted to check him out some more, and he just smiled at you, giving you one of his sexy wink he reserved for you only.

-I promised Cap’ we’d go on a motorcycle ride today, road trip you know. So we can talk about old times and such. 

You rolled your eyes to the sky, but couldn’t help the smile creeping on your face. To the surprise of many, the Wolverine was actually a great friend. Once you went threw his layers of being a bit rough and broody and a “lone wolf”, he was great to be around. He was always there for his close one, and if someone needed him, wether it was to talk, get drunk, or just hang out…He was up for it. Still, you sometime had trouble sharing. 

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chy_leigh: #fbf Last week - my 1st day on set ep 217 @ThatKevinSmith gave us stickers for doing a good job last time This time, #Upgrade !! He’s #Boss

chy_leigh: ‪#fbf Last week after my 1st scene with @florianalima on set of episode 217 with @ThatKevinSmith - He gave each of the cast members stickers for doing a good job the last time he graced our cast and crew with his presence. This time, #Upgrade !! I can’t remember the last time I was given silly putty. But I do remember how much I love this stuff. Though, this time I think I’ll keep it in the package ;) Pretty special prize. Folks, that’s just the kind of man Kevin is. Encouraging, heartfelt, inspiring, humorous, genuine… He puts the Awe in Awesome. I hope he’s back for many more during season 3 of @thecwsupergirl - Next time, aiming for a #slinky or a #unicorn 🦄 Which ever he can fit in his pocket 😏 #supergirl #alexdanvers #sanvers #memeandchychy #therealthing #epic #kevinsmith