can we go back to the past

That was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most OUTRAGEOUSLY STUPID EPISODE OF A TELEVISION SHOW I’VE EVER SEEN MY LIFE.

They have outdone themselves in stupidity.


Writers: “We need to deal with this split Regina story so what will we do? Will we make Regina absorb the Evil Queen and acknowledge that she can’t erase her past and have her accept responsibility for everything?

Nah! We’ll have Regina take only a little bit of darkness back so she still gets a totally clean slate while the Evil Queen will be completely forgiven by everyone for no reason and get to go live with Robin Hood forever and be happy! Oh and we can’t forget to always pretend that they’re two completely separate entities even though they’re not! That sounds great!”

I felt like spontaneously uploading a storyboard I did way back in 2012 before a lot of canon stuff about their past was revealed.

So, to totally go against the grain of canon, past me ran with:

  • Dan and Chris went to the same high school, but Chris was a big ol’ douchebag jock and mellowed out with age.
  • The rest of the cast was also interspersed in there too. (You can catch those references in the scene with all the red nicknames)
  • Dan had a douchey stepdad. His mom followed suit, and they became incredibly controlling of him. So Dan naturally pushed back, dying all his shirts black and going against what they said, and in turn, made them afraid of him.

Since it’s messy and unfinished, I’ll go ahead and note a few parts that might be kinda confusing:

  • Other kids in high school were awful to Dan, and he shot a firework in the school, resulting in him getting sent to the principal’s. (From there he ends up whittling a shiv from a pencil under the desk and filing his teeth down to the rounded points they are now)
  • At the pharmacy part, he bought more shirt dye, and promptly blew up the place. I assume cause the dye was expensive. And then got tased by the police where his mom had to pick him up from the station.
  • This is more of a trivia than anything else but he stole his stepdad’s shoes (as you can notice with the gun’s part) and now regularly wears them.

I think the rest is pretty clear-ish??? Again this was in high school when I made this with a minimal amount of storyboarding/animatic experience SO.

harmonyshield  asked:

Meg, would it be possible for another record company to buy the girls' contract, and if that happened, do you think Camila could go back to the group? Do you think she can ever come back?

hmmm I’m really not sure about buying artists out - I haven’t come across anything like that in my reading yet but I’ve heard people talk about it in the past and I’m assuming something like that would be technically possible, but I really don’t know. In any case i don’t really see how that possibility would fit with the 5H case. I mean they’re nearing the end of their contract anyway as far as we know so someone who wanted them would just have to wait a little while and then make their offer. But as for the idea of Camila coming back - my friendly advice is to let go of that hope - what’s done is done. I’d say just watch some takeovers to fulfil your OT5 needs, then follow them all in their current pursuits and feel proud of how much they’ve grown since those little munchkins were running around that tourbus.
'The Flash': Who Is Savitar?
Now that Team Flash knows Savitar is not a god, but an actual person, the race is on to try to find out who’s under that armor. While Barry was attempting to free Wally (Keiynan Lonsdale) fro…

Subsequently, Barry will take a trip to the future in a bid for answers. “Barry is going to realize that the hunt for Savitar’s identity might not lie in the present, which will take the show in a fun and interesting direction,” Kreisberg teases of episode 19, aptly titled “The Once and Future Flash.” Adds Gustin: “This is definitely his most involved trip to the future or the past because he’s there for a predominant part of the episode and tries to get some clues as to how this went down in the future so he can come back and stop it. Barry starts to get some answers pretty soon. It’s going to be a challenge to stop this guy. It’s going to be a different kind of challenge than we’ve ever had.”

I’m really glad I’ve been keeping a log on Solomon’s condition. It used to be a daily med time record, but turned into a log of important events, med and food changed, anything unusual. He had a really amazing 2 months after the blood vomit incident, though he seems to be declining (or at least some old symptoms are popping up, mildly) over the past 2 weeks. 

Looking back through the log I remembered that we increased his steroid dosing for 2 weeks (vet called it pulse therapy) after the bleed, now I am hopeful that maybe if we do that again it will help and we can avoid a real downward spiral. I’m going to email her tomorrow and see what she thinks… The specialist most familiar with his case is usually very busy and not always available, I’ve called for advice before only to have someone else skim his huge file and I always feel like they don’t really know enough about his complex situation. Our regular vet is at a different office and is much easier to see, closer, and cheaper, but also doesn’t know the situation as well. Plus the woman we saw the most left a few months ago. 

you know what i love? established apocalypse aesthetics

  • leaves and flowers and trees growing out of abandoned houses and cars, smashing glass windows, invading and reclaiming the spaces humanity took from them
  • warning scrawled hastily on the sides of buildings in spraypaint or in blood; don’t come here, it’s not safe. turn away, go back. we died here. you will too.
  • notes and messages scattered across the world, addressed to people who never saw them or never lived to reply to them. rachel, we’re alive. david, don’t look for us. amy, dad got bit, please come home, we need you. kim, i love you. 
  • people broken into tiny groups. society shattered. they are past the anger, past denial, past trying to fix any of it. now there is only begrudging acceptance, and the knowledge that nothing is ever going to get better. the only thing they can do is survive.
  • a skeleton lying at the foot of a tree, flowers blooming in its ribcage. a bloodstained note in its front pocket. ‘sorry, mom’. travelers see it and barely spare a thought; such things are commonplace.
  • roaming packs of dogs and cats still wearing their collars, centuries of domestication breaking down under the need to live and to keep living
  • families born of blood and sacrifice. trading stories over campfires about who they used to be, who they might have been, what they could have become if none of this ever happened. looks of understanding when someone loses a sister, a brother, a father. it happened to me, too.
  • abandoned bedrooms combed over for supplies, but the faded posters still hanging on the walls and the useless knickknacks on the shelves tell the stories of the people who lived there years ago
  • moss covering television sets, water lapping up into backyards, tree limbs shooting up through collapsed roofs, evidence of humanity being eroded one day at a time

Guys, not to get intense, but WE KNOW WHAT’S IN YOUR SOULS. Yep, we’ve been all up in that murky goodness, and once we got past the Chipotle burritos and the floating face of your AP Lang crush (he cute tho), we discovered what you truly want more than anything: ALL MARAUDERS, ALL THE TIME.

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Even the love that I thought would last forever faded away
Now even those common friends are leaving
As we age, I guess we become adults
Why am I so worried

People stay in the past today as well
The world spins fine without me
I think I am immature since I am still young
Why am I so foolish

The days when I was happy without anything feels like yesterday
Sure, I’ve come too far, I can’t remember it
Since it’s my first time for everything, I rush and am excited
Those memories from that time still feel like a dream to me
Where am I right now
I am going back to you as I sing this song
If I can see the beautiful you once more,
We will have our last dance as we listen to this song
Remember this moment until whenever
Just one last dance

Becoming a faded light among the stars
You also become a star and signal
Since I’ve become alone I must look lonely
Why do I keep tearing up

The days when I was happy without anything feels like yesterday
Sure, I’ve come too far, I can’t remember it
Since it’s my first time for everything, I rush and am excited
Those memories from that time still feel like a dream to me
Where am I right now

I am going back to you as I sing this song
If I can see the beautiful you once more,
We will have our last dance as we listen to this song
Remember this moment until whenever
Just one last dance

The music keeps playing
Give me a chance, I’ve been waiting here
Please just once
I promise
It won’t be that long

As I sing this song
As I sing this song
I will go back to you
If I can see the beautiful you once more,
We will have our last dance as we listen to this song
Remember this moment until whenever
Just one last dance

Last night when we danced as I held your hand
Your beautiful shining one last smile
An ecstacy with no differentiation for colors
It doesn’t fit with the world I’ve seen and felt
Last night when we danced as I held your hand
Your beautiful shining one last smile
An ecstacy with no differentiation for colors
It doesn’t fit with the world I’ve seen and felt

Translated by: kristinekwak

Imagine Tony going up and hanging with the Guardians for a while after Civil War and during his stay, he picks up a few of their,, like,, unusual alien mannerisms and stuff and so Rhodey and Peter are Super Freaked Out when he gets back home and starts greeting them by touching their noses and then sliding it up across their head like he was shown how to do on a planet he stayed at for a month, or how he had to be reminded that yes Tony you can eat your food warm that is how we do it on Earth remember, because for the past few weeks him and the guardians had had to eat their food icy cold.

And Tony can’t even be annoyed because holy fuck he’s literally been on other planets and overcome his worst fears and made some brilliant new friends and he’s just too fucking happy to care that he accidentally slapped Rhodey across the face in greeting yesterday because that’s just what you do on Morag, damn it, I’m sorry Rhodey-Bear please don’t hit me back your punches hurt-

And suddenly we looked at each other for the first time in 5 months with tears streaming down our faces. It was all too familiar, the feeling of wiping her tears off her cheeks, they were always so soft. But now, they were red from the yelling and crying. I felt my face turning a similar shade of pink as I looked at you with a strong hesitancy to hold you. I did anyway. We stood there for a while and just held each other.
‘I loved you so much. I loved you so much’
I didn’t know what to say. It felt strange using it in past tense.
You looked back at me with red eyes, ‘I loved you too. I loved you a lot’
But we were toxic. We both said it, I had no room to disagree.
'We were never going to work’
And it hit me that this, this moment was what I had been waiting for since the moment you left me. The tears, the eerie nostalgia, the fact that we looked at each other and said that although we are no longer in love, we can say that yes, we loved each other. And maybe we were right for each other at a time. But we became two people that weren’t meant to be together as we grew.
We loved each other,
but we were never going to work
—  past tense
Some Wisdom for Today

1. Life is a mixture of experiences. Some of them are painful and some are fabulous.

2. If we accept responsibility for our lives, we’ll have a lot more say and exert much more control.

3. Avoiding pain will bring some temporary relief … But pushing through the pain often reaps more benefits.

4. Time is very precious and can never be regained – so try not to squander your opportunities.

5. If we treat people poorly we will suffer in the end as we all need one another to succeed and grow in life.

6. Choose to learn from the past – then let it go, and live your life. Today’s a precious gift that you can miss, if you look back.

7. Life is constantly changing, and our friendships often fade. So make the most of the present, and recognise it may not last.

Coda 12x11

Sam’s trying to keep it together but it isn’t easy with Dean wandering off like a child, nothing even resembling a lead on the witch, and the metaphorical clock ticking so loudly that he can practically hear it. The television kept Dean’s focus for a while, but now he’s restlessly wandering around the motel room, complaining. Racking his brain for a game to pull up on his phone to keep his brother occupied, Sam entreats him to sit back down on the bed, but Dean shakes his head.

“I wanna go outside,” he says again.

“I need to keep working so we can get you…better,” Sam says, with a false note of confidence. “If you could just give me some time to research—“

“I wanna go outside,” Dean insists, like a child who wants to play. Sam’s trying not to snap at him when Dean’s suddenly present again with a pained lucidity in his eyes that Sam hasn’t seen for the past few hours.  “It’s too much being cooped up in here, Sammy, waiting for whatever I’m gonna lose next. I need some fresh air. I need to see the sky.”

Sam’s on his feet in an instant. It’s bad enough when Dean lets Sam lead him around, happy to be along for the ride and pleased with whatever simplistic answers Sam gives him. But at least in those moments Sam can pretend it’s a stranger wearing his brother’s body. These flashes of awareness are exponentially worse and Sam is determined to give him whatever he needs.

“Ok, Dean,” he suggests. “How about this?” He moves a chair into the motel doorway, propping the door open with it. It will leave him close enough to get a signal while he keeps one eye on Dean outside. The Impala is parked right at the curb and he leads Dean to it, hoping that the familiar sun-warmed feel of the hood will comfort him in a way that words can’t. Dean climbs onto the hood with his eyes trained on the clear blue sky. As Sam watches, Dean begins to relax, leaning back against the windshield. “You want your sunglasses?”

Dean doesn’t answer, just shakes his head no. Sam gets back to work.

The calm lasts about a half hour until clouds begin to move in, marring the blue with a promise of rain.

Dean clambers awkwardly down from Baby and comes to stand before Sam. “The ocean,” he says with no preamble.

Sam blinks up at him. “What about it?”

“I want to go see the ocean.”

“Dean.” Sam tries to keep his voice calm and gentle. “We’re in Arkansas. There’s no ocean here.”

“But I want to see it.”

“I’m sorry, Dean. That’s not something we can do right now.” Dean’s face begins to crumple, so Sam quickly adds. “I have an idea,” and that’s enough to elicit Dean’s interest. Back inside the room, Sam takes out Dean’s laptop and types ocean into Google image search. “How about you look at pictures of oceans and tell me which one you want to go see when we’re all done here?”

Dean’s already fixated on the blues and greens filling the screen and he reaches for the computer.

“Just click right here to make each one bigger.” Sam points to the trackpad and he’s treated to an eye roll from his brother that he finds equal parts jarring and reassuring.

“I’m not an idiot, Sam.”

You forgot your own name, Sam wants to say, but there’s no point in burdening Dean with that.

“Ok, Dean. Find the one you like best.”

Sam gets back to his research as Dean takes his assignment to heart. There’s a steady stream of clicking and muttering as Dean opens and then rejects photo after photo. Finally, he stands and brings the laptop over to Sam.

“This one.”

Sam smiles at him and takes a look to be polite. It’s a beach in French Polynesia with tropical waters as deep and blue as…

“Good job, Dean. I’m gonna call Cas, ok?”

Dean nods, never taking his eyes away from the screen.


On his way to meet Rowena, Sam pauses in the doorway. “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he tells Cas, who is sitting on one of the beds.

Calmer than he’s been all day, Dean lies with his head in Cas’s lap. When Cas turns to say goodbye to Sam, Dean reaches out a hand to Cas’s cheek, angling his face so he can continue to stare up into his eyes.

GATISS: I worry that we’re sort of getting into a world where people just want warm paste fed to them. Why can’t things be challenging?    
It’s not that difficult, I mean, it’s really not that difficult. [In TAB, Sherlock’s] imagining the whole Victorian world in his mind palace in order to solve the case of how Moriarty has apparently come back from the grave, and flicks back in time in his head.      
That’s all it is. I mean, if that’s challenging, God help us!      
INTERVIEWER: Is Series 4 going to be very very complicated, or a little bit of ‘warm paste’, as you put it?    
GATISS: No warm paste in Sherlock.      
It’ll be as challenging as it always is, and I hope as entertaining and thrilling and as much fun as it always is.

Mark Gatiss, when asked about the online complaints that TAB was “too complicated”, and the upcoming Series 4.

(BBC Radio In Short interview, January 2016 [x])

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Do You Know Me?

Oh man. I’m hooked (HAHAHA…sorry). I wrote some Sidon x Link. Because I am weak for that stupid sweet sharkboy. This one is for @cinensis, who is aboard this ship with me and as thanks for his awesome support. ENJOY.

All fluff - cut for length, not for content.

Originally posted by potionxshop

Link wakes up sweating and panting, the silken seaplant sheets a tangle around him. It’s hard to tell if he has made any sort of noise in his sleep, but his throat feels rough, like he’s been inhaling small pieces of rock. The private bedchamber Prince Sidon gave him is in one of the towers overlooking the square below, where he can see the profile of Mipha’s statue from the balcony, past the gossamer curtains.

“Once this whole thing is over maybe things can go back to how they used to be when we were young.”

That’s what she had said, in the memory he had had, and perhaps that should have given him some comfort, but…he had seen her again in his dream, and her image shattered into a thousand fragments. There was chaos and screaming, pain and darkness, and then…he had awoken before there was anything more.

Sleep is the worst time for Link. Sleep, when he can’t tell where pieces of memories end and the tricks of a broken mind take over.

Link rises and puts on his simple tunic - leaving the Zora Armor neatly on the chest where he had placed it after trying it on (even the perfect fit had frustrated him, though he did not show it) - and wanders out, down the stairs to the Domain sprawling below. He knows that on the morrow, he will be called to fight the monster plaguing them, once again take on the mantle of the Champion of Hyrule, and…

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mutesystem  asked:

OKAY so all this talk about sangwoos dick, i have some information. We see in one panel that sangwoo puts his dick against yoonbums face. So considering yoonbum is small and feminine, i'll be using female measurements. the average size for a females face is about...17mm. which translates to 6.6 inches from chin to forehead. considering sangwoos dick was slightly bigger, going a bit past his forehead, we can round it up to about 7 inches. which is above average. He has a big cock basically.


So when Bum gave Sangwoo some of that public head in the bathroom how did he fit it in his mouth? Like one panel I thought I saw it all the way in? Does he not have a gag reflex?


Koogi, homie, we need answers.

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: how did Delilah come back into the corporeal world? what has the Outsider been doing for fifteen years? where did the bloodfly infestation come from? do plagues occur once every fifteen years or is it no no coincidence bloodflies are turning up at the same time as witches? why do we have to go back in time in the mission A Crack in the Slab? will we affect events in Corvo's past? do the different witch classes have names and explanations for their different powers? how did the Duke of Serkonos print all those amazing posters of Delilah so quickly? how long will we get to spend with Lt. Alexei Mayhew? will there be more of a plot than just taking down successively more important targets and rescuing the occasional natural philosopher? will Dishonored 2 even have a canon ending? WHO IS DELILAH'S HAIRDRESSER AND HOW CAN I MEET THEM? WILL THE OUTSIDER EVER SIT IN AN ACTUAL CHAIR???
From the moment you left it’s almost as if I’m being haunted by a ghost….
I see their smile in old photographs when I look back on our happier times and on rainy days I could swear I hear the their laughter on the wind. It is as if echoes of our past have come to haunt me and even the sky itself is crying.
When I visit the places we used to go together I could swear I see this person from my past reflected in windows but then I realize they’re not really there. They can’t be… they’re gone and they’re never coming back.
I miss their jokes, that gleam in their eyes and that vibrancy and passion for life they used to have. Not a day goes by I don’t wish they were still here. But they’re gone forever and I need to accept it.
There’s a ghost haunting me… A person I haven’t seen since the day you left.
But it’s not you…. No… It’s the happy person I used to be.
Separate them-Part Two

Separate them

Gif Drabbles

“Where’s Y/N?” Cas asked as his eyes glanced around the woods, expecting you to pop out and try to scare him like you normally would.

“You mean she hasn’t gone back to the bunker yet?” Dean questioned.

“What are you talking about?” Cas replied with a confused face, “She was taken with you; I haven’t seen her since.”

The brothers shared a concerned look. They had expected you to break out of whatever foster home the government had placed you in; just like you always did in the past. The fact that you hadn’t alerted them that perhaps your punishment was more severe then they had anticipated.

“Let’s go before they can catch up to us, then we’ll figure out where Y/N is.” Dean said, ushering the group along. He silently grabbed Sam’s attention and whispered to him, “We’re gonna find her.”

Sam nodded his head, “I know. Whichever one of us-doesn’t matter which one of us it is, we need to find her.”

The car slowed to a stop on the bridge, Cas and Mary got out of the car confused whereas Sam and Dean got out knowing what was going to happen. “What’s happening?” Mary asked.

“Yeah Dean, sup?” Billie replied.

The boys exchanged nervous glances before turning their attention back to the group where they explained what happened while they were in the facility. How terrible it was. How they couldn’t handle it anymore. They told Mary and Cas about the deal they made with Billie and how she was there to collect.

Mary was offering herself up, she had the gun pointed to her head when Billie suddenly moved to the side as Cas came stumbling from behind her; his angel blade still in front of him.

“There is no getting out of this deal.” Billie said with anger in her voice.

“You can’t take them, any of them, I won’t let you.” Cas responded while placing himself in front of the Winchesters.

“Fine.” Billie told the group as she rolled her eyes, “There’s one Winchester I haven’t talked to yet and when I tell her what the deal is, I’m pretty sure she’ll agree.”

A chorus of “no’s” could be heard in the silent of nighttime but they went unanswered because Billie was gone.

“Hello baby Winchester, I have a deal to make with you.”

Part Three