but this part is just great

For her part, Supergirl star Benoist was relieved when she found out that the musical crossover villain came with a shocking twist. “He was just teaching them a lesson!” she tells THR with a laugh. “That’s a great message to spread, that love is the answer and it supports everything and that’s what you should fight for. Kara and Barry had obviously lost their way, and it was worth remembering that the people that they love are the most important things and why they fight for good is to keep the people that they love safe.”
—  Melissa “doesn’t like Karamel” Benoist x 
Voltron Demigod AU

Coran is a son of Dionysus. With his father being the god of craziness and wine Coran has his funny side and his ability to turn every liquid into wine from him. Due to him being one of the oldest Demigods to still live he teaches the other halfbloods about Monsters and Greek History with his awesome videos.

Allura and Pidge have Athena as their mother.
Allura got the wisdom part that makes her a great diplomat and strategist.
Pidge is extremly intelligent. She just knows everything about every possible topic and often invents incredible things.
Also both of them are skilled warriors and would kill you in seconds, but occasionally they sit together and just weave beautiful carpets.
Alluras carpets are extremely stunning and Pidges have various tech weaved inside. (She once made a flying one for Lance just so he can pretend to be Alladin) Pidge loves her tech and carries around a shield (The Aegis) that has every function imaginable from electrifying to making perfect pancakes. Allura has a staff. It has nothing special, its just a staff, but damn she is so skilled, she will slice up your throat with said staff.

Hunk is a son of Hepheistos and is able to understand and repair every tech within minutes.
Also he has a belt where he can summon tools and materials from, which he uses to create constructs in mid fight to crush his enemies heads. Hunk doesn’t have a favourite weapon since he likes to create them specially for the enemy he faces.

Lance, of course, is the son of Apollo, the sun god. He always shines like a small sun (the intensity depends on his mood)
He got his sharpshooting skills from his father. Lance is so good he can shoot an apple off an animate object in mid flight with just 2 seconds of preparation time. The bow he uses is from Hunk and his arrows are made by Pidge. Hunks bow is able to absorb Lances light and channel it to a bright arrow of pure and compressed sunshine. His other arrows have different functions but he just loves the ones who can create freezes things. Firstly because he can use them to spread his light to blind enemies and secondly because he always has a mirror to see himself and his flawless skin. But not only his shooting skills, Lance is also an incredible singer. Sometimes he just starts to sing so good that it disturbs all the others and stops them from working.

Shiros godly parent is nobody less than the godfather Zeus himself. Zeus granted Shiro with his leading abilities and the lighting that Shiro can create in his body. These lighting strikes are so strong that they can toast hundreds of enemies at once and so precise that said enemies are goldbrown without burned sides. Shiro likes to fight with his bare hands, but sometimes he uses massive metal sticks to strengthen his electro powers.

Keith never knew his heritage. He spent all his life searching for his parents and his purpose. Keith carries a dark dagger around that he somehow always possessed. One day, when he was nearly about to die he was saved Lance who just passed by. When the boy brought Keith to the others, the dagger activated itself and grew to a huge sword. The sword had a name carved in it “Hades”. Since then he trained every day to get better. With Hades came the power to manipulate the darkness. Contrary to Lance, Keith has an aura of darkness and he can shoot dark fire that steals life energy from organic matter and disintegrates non living matter. A cut from his sword has the same effect just worse.

Thanks for your attention on this very important topic.
Soulmates pt. 1

Prompt: You have a tattoo of your soulmates wrist on your arm

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Chris Evans.

His name marked your wrist like a tattoo you wished you hadn’t gotten. Of course, you were lucky enough that your soul mate was famous and gorgeous… But when people told you that, you just smiled because you knew how unlucky it was. Having a soul mate to look for was great, but you didn’t need to look. He was in the movies, the magazines, on TV, and you just sat there and watched from your tiny apartment in the middle of nowhere New Jersey. The unlucky part was that you would never get to meet him. You didn’t even know where you would start if you wanted to find him. He was probably really busy and surrounded by security all the time. You had begun wearing a bracelet to cover his name once the Captain America movies began to come out; too many people had seen and freaked out, you just wanted to ignore the marking.

 Chris googled your name one more time; Y/N L/N. He was 35 and should have found you already. Once again, his search popped up with nothing, confirming that either you weren’t famous or you were dead. He sighed and rubbed his right hand over his beard before going back to sleep. He couldn’t believe how his whole life he had dreamed of meeting his soul mate, and now that probably wouldn’t happen. He couldn’t help but wonder if you knew who he was, if you watched his movies, or if you cared. He also wondered if you did know who he was and didn’t want anything to do with his life since he was always in the eyes of the public.

“Y/N, come on!” Your best friend Rachel called to you. “We need to go; he’s your soul mate.” All week, Rachel had been trying to convince you to go to ComicCon in New York to try and meet Chris. You kept saying no because you didn’t want to get your hopes up just to be let down.

Ever since Rachel had found Brian, her soul mate, she wouldn’t get off your back about finding Chris. She kept saying that her life finally had meaning and that she felt complete… Blah blah blah.

“Please.” She asked once more before you regretfully said yes.


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i mean T’Challa just lost his dad and the only part of grief we have seen so far is grr revenge hiss but i mean he has to learn how to be a king let alone deal with that type of loss. he’s going to be a great king, but we have a long way to go first

basically let him be a mess for a while. he shouldn’t immediately be taking care of other people and even if he does it should be at least a little mutual for the love of god i shouldn’t have to say this yeesh

In Your Head - Part 9

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 2,922

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

There you were. Locked away in your room just staring at your phone. You must have written the text out 20 times. You almost called him 5 times. Part of you wanted to tell him. Another part didn’t think it was bad enough. It had been worse in the past, easily.

Your phone vibrated in your hand and you jumped a little.
Hey Sweetheart, just thought I’d tell you goodnight. I had a great day with you. Love you”.

You sat there in guilt. You were pretty sure that he really meant those words.

It was finally late enough that you could leave your room without hassle, everybody else in the house was asleep.

You made your way to the bathroom. You weren’t sure what your back looked like and you weren’t one to have mirrors in your room. Your head had still hurt but the throbbed part had gone away hours ago. The only thing you were sure of were the small bruises around the inner part of your arm. Finger sized.

You quietly closed the door behind you and then turned on the light. Your lip was mostly fine as it seemed you had bitten the inner part of it.

You turned and lifted your shirt looking behind you to see in the mirror. A small stream of dark bruises ran across your spine.

Your put your shirt back down just trying to shrug off any feelings. You took a deep breath.

You slowly went downstairs, grabbed a bowl of dry cereal and went back to your room. You had finished all your homework already.

You finally texted Jughead back.

Thanks for wishing me a goodnight. I had a good day with you too. I don’t think I can hangout tomorrow but I love you too. I’ll see you Monday okay?”. It had been a little bit so you figured Jughead went to sleep.

As tired as you were with the last 2 days of events, you couldn’t find yourself getting sleepy. You decided to go back to one of your books.


With Sunday greeting you, you wanted it to go quickly. You had stayed away from your mother almost the entire day. Your Dad kept to himself in his office, only coming out to get something to snack on. You helped your brother with his homework and barely texted Jughead. That was your day. Quiet and kept away.


Monday morning’s alarm was signaling to the right of you. You did your morning routine while dreading going to school. However if it meant you got to escape from your house for about 8 hours, then that was at least something. You wore a long sleeved shirt making sure that today the sleeves weren’t pushed up and headed out.


You got off the bus and were greeted by Jughead. Your face suddenly turned into a large genuine smile. “Hey Sweetheart ”, instead of the usual kiss on your head he leaned in a grasped your cheek bringing his lips to yours. “I missed you”, the words escaped his mouth as his lips were parting yours. 

You gleamed with a smile as he reached down and grasped your hand. “I missed you too”. He walked you to your locker as usual but ever slightly more affectionate. 

You tried to keep your mind away from your mother and then you looked down the hallway. There was Chuck with a still swollen face. His eyes looked at yours and then to Jughead’s. You could feel Jughead’s body tense up. You held his hand with more strength and squeezed it before using your other to slightly touch his chest. “Hey hey hey…”, you were trying to calm him down now and his eyes that were so still on Chuck before now landed on yours. His face softened. “Nothing is going to happen here. It will be okay, I got you and all of our friends. Alright? Just ignore him and he will ignore you”.

His eyes went to his feet and he gently nodded, “Okay but can I walk you to all your classes?”. 

You smiled. “Well Veronica and I have back to backs together but after that okay. It doesn’t really stray from our usual day. You do realize you usually walk me to class.” You gave him eyes that were filled with a sardonic undertone. 

He got a little flushed. He played with the hair that escaped his beanie in the bottom part of his head. His arm flexed a bit while pulling on his hair. “Yeah, I know. I guess I’m just being overprotective”, his eyes looked to yours. You though, were staring at his flexed arm. And once again he had caught you ogling him. He gave you a smile.  

You laughed when you met his eyes. “Sorry”. 

Veronica made her way up to the two of you, giving you both a rather interesting smile. Her eyebrow going up at you as if she was trying to talk to you with just a look. “Alright lovebirds. We got to go to class”, she eyed the door to the math room. 

“See you later?”, his hand brought your body closer to his and he gave you a small kiss. 

“Why do you keep phrasing this in questions?”, you giggled and gave him a slight hug. He slowly walked away backwards while keeping his eyes on you.

You looked to Veronica and were once again blushed. “Oh, I have soooo many questions”. 

“You very well know I’m not going to say anything”, you gave a nod but knew she already had assumed correctly. Veronica slowly shifted your body to the left side of her and you weren’t sure why until you saw Reggie and Chuck passing through the hall on the other side. Veronica’s eyes steered forward only focusing on the door. You weren’t sure if she was being protective or trying to harness her own rage. 

You went to your usual seat and Veronica in front of you. You gently sat down with the brace of knowing that there was still pain when you sat down. Luckily no one’s eyes were on you. 


A few classes had come and gone and you knew you were headed your way outside once again. Lunch in hand, you saw everyone but Betty at the table already. You were excited to sit down but because your focus was on Jughead, you had forgotten about your back. You gave a small sigh of pain while you sat down. Only Jughead had noticed because Archie was talking rather loud with Veronica, once again conversing about the upcoming dance. 

The second you sighed, Jugheads head had snapped to you with his face full of concern. “You okay?” 

You once again gave a fake smile. You thought you were past this, but again you didn’t want to worry Jughead. Especially for something you considered minor. “Yeah I’m fine. Just a little tired. I was reading for a while last night and lost track of time”. At least that part was true - you thought to yourself. 

You passed him his chips and once again went on through your day. Treating it like any other day in school. The plus side of it being was that Chuck had seemed to be fearful enough of Jughead that he avoided you. No joking or staring at you. At least something had grown more positive.  


 *ring* 

The last bell had rung of the day and there was Jughead waiting for you by your locker. “Hey, how was class?”, he gave a peck on your cheek. 

“Good. Honors English is easily my favorite class”, you were putting away your books.

“Can you hangout today?”, Jughead asked with hopeful eyes.

“Yep. I already asked my Dad yesterday. I don’t have to be home until dinner”. Your arms went above Jughead’s neck. He gave a smile before diving in for a kiss. While gentle, his lips were warm. His hands slowly glided up your back but you resisted the flinch. Kissing through the pain, your focus trying to maintain on Jughead’s lips. You once again smiled while parting his body. You grabbed your bag and put it on your shoulder. Hand in hand you made your way to Archie’s house. Although, you just saw it as Jughead’s place now.


He was once again pausing to kiss you along your walk. However this time, a bit deeper and longer than any walk before. You took a breather from his mouth, with a slight pant trying to get some air. “Okay, but we are actually doing homework there right? Archie’s going to be there, and not sleeping this time….”

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah. Sorry, I’m just becoming too greedy with you”. 

You smiled while your feet landed on the steps of the porch. “I forgot to tell you!”, it had slipped your mind, something your dad mentioned the day before. “My dad is taking my mom on his next trip this weekend. My brother’s staying over his friends house for two nights and everything!”. This usually happened once a year towards your dad’s birthday. 

“Sounds like we’re having a weekend together ”, you could tell he was excited but he gave you a very coy smirk. 

“Yeah. He usually does this around his birthday. He has a conference in Vegas and my mom actually likes it there…”, your thoughts slowly went back to Saturday but you snapped yourself out of it quickly. You gave a fast smile to Jughead. You really were looking forward to the weekend. 

He thought for a second, “Just don’t tell Veronica. She’ll want to throw a party or something”. 

“Ha. I wouldn’t let her”, you gave a small chuckle. 

You put your bag on the couch and began to get your books out on the coffee table. Jughead was slowly coming back from the kitchen complete with some snacks in hand. You sat down slowly knowing that if you prepared yourself you could resist the pain of your back bothering you. Out of a little fear you pulled your sleeves to the palms of your hands. Jughead seemed to slightly notice but also knew that you would do this when you were nervous. You began to work on your math homework while he typed away on his laptop. 


About an hour went by and with you now starting your French homework you could tell Jughead was needing a break. He was stretching his arms and started in again on a snack. You watched his body move but knew with Archie upstairs, who was strumming off and on his guitar, nothing would happen. 

“So did Jellybean call you last night?”, your question was genuine. 

“How did you know? And she goes by “JB” now,“ his eyes gave a slight roll. 

You gave a small laugh. “We were texting about books and she mentioned it”. 

“I knew I shouldn’t have given your number to her…”, his comment was a little exasperated. 

“Ha. No it was more talking her out of reading Anne Frank too early. I did get her to settle on Number the Stars though…” Your words trailed as you noticed Jugheads eyes following your lips now. 

You gave a smile and Jughead leaned in for kiss. He put your legs on top of his lap and pulled you towards him while his lips were still attached to yours. When you pulled your body towards him you resisted giving into the slight pain. You tried to remain your focus solely onto Jughead. You pulled your sleeves back to your palms and then proceeded to put your arms over his neck. His body now somewhat on top of yours. His kiss was getting deeper with his tongue battling a bit with yours. It got slower as if he wished Archie wasn’t home and you could feel your own body become a little heated. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt a little and you pulled back. “Juggs. We can’t right now but I promise the second my parents and brother are gone, we will have a great night”, your voice was stern but filled with glee.

He gave a deep breath, trying to cool himself off from what you could tell. “I know. It’s just hard not to want you with you being like that”. 

“Being like what?”, you were still unsure how Jughead found you this fascinating.

“You being you. You know, perfect”, his words trailed although they had come out before. 

You gave a coy smile. “You’re too sweet to me”. He dived in for a kiss once again but this time his hands went under your back as he tried to pull you on top of his lap. 

You gave a heavy gripe in pain. He let go of you instantly. He looked you up and down. 

“Y/N?! What’s wrong?”. He wasn’t yelling so much his words were heightened with angst and worry. 

You shook your head relaxing your body. “It’s nothing, I’m fine. Really”. With determination he pulled at your shirt trying to lift it up. “Jughead! Leave it alone”, you were trying to whisper while pushing Jugheads hands away. 

“Come here”, he grabbed your hand and dragged you upstairs to his room. You knew what was going to happen and this was not what you wanted out of the day. 

He closed the door quietly and locked it while you stood in the middle of the room, pulling your sleeves down out of nervousness and fear, and began to cross your arms. 

“Let me see it”, there were no anger in his words as his face was once again soft. 

“Jughead, really I’m fine. It’s really nothing”, you came up to his chest with your palms on it. Trying to reassure him. 

“Please Y/N”, his eyes were starting to water a little. You tensed up. You didn’t want to show him, but you also knew the bruises had lightened slightly. You looked to the floor in both disgrace and guilt, purposely looking away from his eyes. 

You pulled your shirt off. His eyes went to the middle of your arm as he saw some light bruising. You turned around and moved your hair and he was now seeing your back. He paused before moving his body slowly towards yours and lightly grazing the middle of your back with his hand. 

His voice got stern again, “When?”. You knew Jughead only gave short answers out of seriousness. 

You turned your body around. “Saturday, when I came home. The house was a mess and I….” Your words were cut off by Jughead holding you in for an embrace. 

“You have to tell me when this happens Y/N”. Your eyes were filling a little bit with water itself as Jughead held you in close. 

“It wasn’t that bad Juggs, it was just quick. She just pushed me around a bit. Really I’m fine now. It’s just a….” His hands moved to your face, his sharp eyes looking back into yours. 

“Look. If you don’t want to do something about this right now I understand. But you need to tell me when this happens. Even if you think it’s nothing”. You looked back to your feet feeling ashamed. You nodded. 

“Promise me?”, his words were crackling with his voice a bit. 

“I promise you Jughead”, your eyes met his again. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”, he grabbed your hand leading you to the bed to sit down. He was looking at your arm again, closer.

“Yeah. I am. It just needs to heal a bit”. You jumped a little while Jughead was now slightly rubbing your arm. 

“Sorry”, his focus was on your arm. 

“I’m okay really. It wasn’t a big thing…”, you were trying to reassure him again but failing. 

“A “thing” is big enough for me”, his face once again stern. 

You felt ashamed again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you”, your tried to focus your eyes elsewhere. He gently grasped the side of your face to look back at his. 

“You know I’m not mad at you right? It’s not your fault”. 

“Well if I had just….” He once again stopped you from justifying it. This time grasping your shoulder a little while his hand rubbed it back and forth. You smiled. You gave a deep breath. “I know your not mad at me Juggs. I just feel awful not telling you. I really almost did a hundred times that night. I just thought I could get through it by myself”. 

“You don’t need to get through it by yourself. You have me, okay?” You nodded again while he brought you in for a hug, he was careful to not touch the middle of your back.

“When do you have to be back?” 

“Around 6”, you looked at the clock and it wasn’t even 4:30 yet. 

“Okay, well. Lay here with me and take a little nap then?”, he motioned his eyes to the bed. 

“Okay”, he laid back and you laid on top of him with your stomach. He was holding you gently while rubbing your hip, your shirt still off. 

He reached his phone out of his pocket and put an alarm on, then set it on the side table. His focus back on you. “I love you you know”. He went back to gently rubbing your arm. 

“I love you with everything”, your eyes looked up to his and you kissed him. You went back to holding his chest while falling asleep in his arms.

It’s always weird to see these posts like “My great (x20) grandmother was a witch and the tradition has passed from generation to generation, I’m an empath that can basically read minds and all of this witchcraft is basically like breathing.”

No one in my (remembered) family (known to me) practiced/practices or took part in anything religious beyond Christianity. And even then, the generation before me is predominantly non-religious (I have, like, one Christian cousin), and most certainly non-spiritual. They’re all quite content plodding along in the mundane - this isn’t a slight on them, just what it is.

But here I am casting circles, tempting fae, drawing sigils and casting spells … And sometimes, it saddens me to read these “I’m an [x] generation witch” posts that read like they’re somehow above me. 

I’m no less valid because I’m the first (and probably last, I don’t want children) witch in my family; my magic is still fueled with energy, incantation and intent. So can we stop pretending like those of us not born to magic are somehow less, please.


(Okay to reblog!)

Well Chyler Leigh and Katie Mcgrath were the only reasons to watch Supergirl Season 2 anyway, so it makes business sense to up Katie to series regular in Season 3.

I mean writers made some VERY dumb decisions and seem to advocate toxic and abusive pairings but they would not be as dumb as to just drop the main reason the show survives after all. Lena Luthor is the character majority of sane fandom loves and Alex and her coming out storyline was the only coherent and great part of this season.

Now if only Chris Wood was dropped from the show and his ManHell character just disappeared, then I would have some hopes for Season 3 being decent.

No heroic sacrifice(Only heroes deserve that and Man Hell is no hero), no grand final storyline. Just have ManHell disappear between seasons.  Nobody mentions him, nobody recognizes he was there, nobody brings him up. he is just gone. Thus Man Hell becomes “Xmen Origins - Wolverine” of DCTV shows in that nobody wants to ever acknowledge it ever existed.

Business Casual - Part 8 (Final)

Hey everyone! Here’s part eight, the final chapter of this saga. I have another multi chapter I’m going to start putting out maybe next week. That one is actually the longest fic I’ve ever written so yay!! But anyway, I hope you like this last part! You guys have been great and I’ve loved ALL your comments! Really truly you guys’s responses are why I keep posting. 

This last part has a good deal of sap so just gear up for it :D Thanks for reading!


Part 8:

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before i take a quick sleepski, i got an observation that won’t fit on twitter it’s “all of the comebacks trump supporters have when you present them with reliable information”

  • are you triggered?
  • snowflake!
  • FAKE NEWS
  • SAD
  • “PATHETIC”
  • “you’re just mad because…”
  • “this is all part of his great plan #MAGA”
  • “liberal brainwashing”
  • “whatever millennials have 18000 genders you’re wrong sweetie #MAGA”
  • “do you need a safe space?”
  • "i’m a straight cis white male, are you triggered snowflake?”
  • but her emails
  • but barack did
  • but clinton did
  • uranium!!!
  • fake news!!!

feel free to add more or spray caca at this post i’m sleepy and i got a college transferring counseling appointment later

talk to you later

anonymous asked:

Okay, I have just seen your say no to this and it's really great and I love it but... In the later parts of the video, it looks like Male!Maria is trying to rape Alexandra and many people in the comment section have commented about it, I feel conflicted right now.

They’re kids~ but lemme finish the animatic im not done yet. Let them comment About their problem , thats jot my probs… Anywaye thankss
(Youve watch a bunch of hamil animatic how can you 0
not see her doing a yes face)

Recreational Scolding


Disclaimer: This fan fiction is not written for profit and no infringement of copyright is intended. Just something I found on my laptop, enjoy!

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She appears to be part hobbit.

It’s Mycroft Holmes’ first thought when he reaches out to take the hand of the, frankly ridiculously tiny, local sheriff he’s here to meet. She’s… perky, he believes that’s the word the Yanks would use to describe her. Blond (of course), cheerful (good grief, is she cheerful) and watching him with the sort of offhandedly doe-eyed gaze that bespeaks either idiocy or great intelligence.

Mycroft looks at the young woman, takes in her studiedly casual business suit and small, puckish grin. Her subtly dissecting gaze. She smiles at him, blindingly bright and charming, and Mycroft decides that it’s probably intelligence which lights her countenance.

For a moment, just a moment, he is reminded of Sherlock when he was a boy, and he forces the thought rather sharply away.

“Veronica Mars,” she says when the silence has stretched out to a slightly uncomfortable degree. Mycroft does so enjoy making people uncomfortable. “That’s my name,” she’s saying. “And this is the part where you tell me yours.” She waggles her eyebrows. “Or are you going for strong and silent, hmm?”

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One part of exclusionist discourse that goes under the radar is how the many of them have the belief that being ace in the lgbtqia+ community is only acceptable if you’re lgbt as well as ace. I’ve seen exclusionist say that they aren’t aphobic and that lgbt aces are great, but it tends to ring empty to me.

What it sounds like to a bi ace such as myself is “sure you can come in, just leave that part of the identity at the door”

You can’t spend your time condemning one part of the ace community while playing nice with the other part. It just shows you only care to care about the identities you think are worth validating and ignoring the ones you don’t like while simultaneously claiming you do support them.

Now it goes to say this doesn’t apply to all exclusionists, but it’s very common and very gross.

To have hopes and expectations for another being is a form of great flattery, but one riddled with potential disappointment… almost from the onset. It is a balancing act to remember that our dreams are just that: our dreams as opposed to theirs. But what does it say of a people if we have no expectations of others? Isn’t that part of a society’s bonding element?

Live Action: BATB review part 2

Luke Evans is a great actor but he was cast wrong to play the villain.

Gaston was humanised as a character, but the film gave him too much relatability. In this film, he’s a war hero who feels stifled and bored by the village, much like Belle, and he likes Belle not just because she’s beautiful but that she’s the only one who makes him feel challenged. The movie goes so far to show that Gaston is an equal to Belle whether it’s because he’s smarter than the other villagers, he gives her reasons to marry that, in his eyes, would benefit her like not becoming a spinster and enjoying a cushy life. He grabs her skirt and sexually harasses Belle too in this version, but the film gives him far too much time and humanity on screen to really present it as a problem.

Gaston is self centered still, but Luke Evans did too much of a good job making us *like* Gaston because Gaston’s motivations and drive is so much more complex and deep than just being concerned with status or beauty.

Even when Gaston outright tries to murder Maurice in this film, it shows far too much of Gaston’s side, of how frustrated he feels and how insulted he is by Maurice’s rejection of Gaston as a son in law. He’s driven by anger, and the film justifies his actions because he’s willing to actually give Maurice a chance to find the Beast, to try cosying up with Maurice, and it just shows Gaston is frustrated, instead of outright being dismissive of Maurice.

But by the time the end of the film rolls around, Gaston just has to slip into the role of the original character, and this character set up for the third is dull and hollow. He just does things because the film says so and doesn’t fit well with his previous characterisation.

anonymous asked:

Personally I don't think WA Is taking over shadowing anyone else or taking over the show at all There's a been a perfect balance It's just that whole WA has been tastefully portrayed The other character storylines are kinda all over the place so naturally it stands but that's great because a great romance is a part of every superhero story

Mhmm. Plus, 3B is about saving Iris’s life. Ofc that means her relationship needs to get more focus.

anonymous asked:

okay but seriously tho, this is also the reason why "you're immigrants" is invalid, no our ancestors have been here before your great 100× great grandfather thought the world was round, this is technically OUR goddamn land, get a history book, latinx are mixed af, who knows maybe one of the darker skinned Cubans is part Russian, younever know unless you seek the blood tests out. And Lance is a fictional character, give the Cubans their well deserved dark skinned Cuban boy

thank you jesus christ man like just let him be cuban it shouldn’t be such a debate 

peachyfuzzz  asked:

hey! i know you guys have some related tags, but is there anyway you could start one specifically for to emotional dysregulation? i feel like its a huge part of my adhd that has gone unrecognized, esp in my childhood (looking back, i didnt have anger issues, i just had adhd). if you have any advice with dealing with strong emotional reactions due to adhd, especially when it comes to fear of perceived abandonment, that would be great! i feel like the emotional impacts of adhd often go ignored

This is what our emotions tag and our emotional lability tag are for. (Emotional lability is a fancy way of saying emotional dysregulation. I get high falutin’ sometimes.) It’s also a big part of rejection sensitive dysphoria.

-J

DON’T LEAVE ME (PART 1/?)

Characters:Steve x Reader(platonic),avengers x reader,eventually Bucky x reader

Genre:Angst/fluff

Warnings:none in this part.

A/N:so this is my first fan fiction ever.its going to be separated into multiple parts and I’m not sure how many.so im just going to go part by part.i really hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it!feed back would be great as well!here we go!

Summary:Reader is an agent/avenger whose father is a retired agent but becomes very ill which causes him to be in and out of the hospital.but one day reader leaves for a mission and gets bad news from her mom about her father.what will happen?
P.S.Im sorry I’m bad at writing summaries.

(Y/N) was an Avenger, not with abilities, but was more of an agent/Avenger. Much like Clint and Nat who were like family to her. Growing up (Y/N) always wanted to be a shield agent. Thanks to her dad who was a shield agent all her life ,until Shield was compromised and he retired. He was her hero, he was strong and a really good man who loved his wife and daughter very much. But he became very ill a couple years ago which caused him to be in and out of the hospital during that period of time.(Y/N) felt bad she couldn’t always be there to support her parents due to missions she had to go on. But when she got brakes from missions ,she was there to help her mother with her father.When (Y/N) had a week-long mission to go on she got a phone call from her mother as she was just taking off on the Quinjet.
“Hi mom.”
“Hi sweetheart.” She said with a deep sigh following.
“ Is everything okay with you and Dad?”(Y/N) says, her voice laced with worry.
“Um. Not exactly… your father I just had to rush to the hospital.” Her voice now we can cracking.
“ which hospital is he at?”(Y/N) now trying to figure out how to get to her father.
“ he’s at MedStar Hospital Center.”
“ Ok.. ok.. I just left for a week-long mission and about 2 hours out from New York ,I’ll have Clint fly me back and I’ll get there as soon as I can.”
“ No sweetie that’s too much go to your mission and come when you can-”(Y/N) could hear her mother interrupted by her father.
“ Babygirl girl,listen to your mother go on your mission and save the world for the hundredth time.” He said with a small chuckle and (Y/N) felt tears sting her eyes and one fall down her cheek.
“ but you need me more than the world needs saving buy me ,an Avenger with no super abilities. Daddy I’ll come to you as fast -”
“(Y/N), no go to your mission and be safe, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be okay they just need to run some tests and figure out what’s wrong with me and give me more medication and I should be home by the time you’re back from your mission and then you can come take care of me.” He says trying to sound convincing, but she knew him better than he would give her credit for ,but she went with it and tried her hardest to sound strong for her father despite the fact she was crying.
“ Ok.. I love you Daddy.. And I’m gonna go kick some bad guy butt for keeping me from you right now ,and I’ll get to you as fast as I can daddy.. I promise.”
“ ok baby.. Please be safe.. And I love you more.” After his last word the line cut off and (Y/N) took a deep breath to calm herself down, and get her thoughts focused on her Mission so she could complete the mission as fast as she can and get to her father.
(Y/N)’s best friend Steve seen the worry all over her face, like always when he was concerned about his girls on the team he would check on them. He knelt in front of her eyes full of concern but still comfortingly soft.
“ you look a little down in the dumps and worried. Is everything ok (Y/N/N)?” Now staring Steve straight in the eye ,she can’t help but sigh.
“ Well.. no everything is not ok.”
“ What’s wrong? Do you want to talk about it?”
“ It’s my dad. He’s in the hospital again and I can’t be there by his side because of this Mission. He says he’ll be okay.. But it wasn’t very convincing. He’s fought so much over these last couple of years and I know he is so strong .. but what if this is it? What if he is too tired to fight anymore? If something happens while I’m on this Mission, I’ll never forgive myself for not being there.. I don’t know what I’ll do without him Steve.”(Y/N) gets out realizing she was holding her breath and tears falling once again. It hurts Steve to see his best friend in such distress and he couldn’t protect her or save her from it. He wasn’t even sure what to say that would comfort her and reassure her that everything would be okay. So he gave her a tight bear hug and held on to her as if he was protecting her from the world. When he finally got his thoughts together he spoke and the most soft and gentle voice he could.
“(Y/N) everything will be ok and if your dad says that he will be ok then you gotta trust him .I understand you’re scared and want the best for him. But everything will be ok, and like you said he’s strong and a fighter. I’m just sorry you have to be away from him on this week-long mission.” Just as he finish speaking Clint ,who was flying the Quinjet speaks up.
“ Cap we’re 10 minutes from our landing point.”
“Ok thanks Clint.Ok (Y/N/N) now I need you to focus on the mission okay. And I promise as soon as our mission is complete, we will get you to your dad as fast as we can. I promise.” With that Steve gives her one last squeeze and a kiss on her head before standing up to go over Mission plans with everyone.(Y/N) took what Steve said to heart and got her mind focused on the mission with her dad needing her as a motivation to complete this Mission successfully. She walks up to the rest of the team after getting herself together.
Steve was assigning Partners when (Y/N) stood next to Nat who squeezed her hand comfortingly while looking straight ahead and Clint and Sam giving her reassuring Smiles, in which she returned back.
“Ok Nat and (Y/N), you two take the south side of the building to get to the data room and extract all files and wipe their system clean ,me and Sam will meet you from the north side of the building ,and Clint your our eyes and back up if needed.”
With that everyone nodded their heads in agreement and prepared their weapons.
“(Y/N) remember stay focused I can’t have you distracted and getting hurt .Ok?”
He said with a slightly firm voice but with kind ocean blue eyes.(Y/N) nodded her head.
“ yes Cap ,understood.”


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anonymous asked:

Y'know.. I think Supernatural is in fact an allegory of how awful life would be without women. No mothers, no daughters, no sisters, no wives. It's like an elaborate dystopian vision of a world without women. Just endless violence and echoing loneliness.

I’ve been sitting on this ask for a few days and just…no.

There’s a lot wrong here. One: do you watch the show? Do you realize that Mother and daughters and sisters and friends and lovers and women of all types play a huge part in the story from the very get go? It’s offensive to women and to the great female characters and their creators to act like because the protagonists of the story are men that the women simply do no exist.

Even as an allegory that doesn’t work and you may need to look more into what allegories are supposed to be (The Matrix is an allegory for readjusting your world view for instance).

But the other thing is - where do you get this idea of loneliness? The core of Supernatural is family. Brotherhood. Loving people and the world and dying for them. The boys are a lot of messed up things but they are not lonely and that’s kind of the entire point of the show. When they have nothing else they have each other.

crazycakesunesart  asked:

Calm Down my Dear, it's hard but it's fun! If you have fun everything for you will be easy peasy~ <3

Trying to do a completely new style with a different techniques.. It’s super fun!! But the problem is.. It just keeps repeating and when it comes to that part I’m always like “Goddyam it how did I do this part before!??! I CAN’T REMEMBER!!! AAAHHHHH-” and the endless pain goes on X'DDD and you have to agree with me.. Afterall.. You know exactly what I’m talking about~ (probably *cough*)

It’s like we can do the magic only once!! And then, it’s all gone again!!.. Of course only when you’ll remember how to do it again lol xD that would have been great (unfortunately I’m very forgetful :P) so yeah.. Only animators like us would understand this usual pain xD