does-not-get-better

anonymous asked:

Mittens, do you find it kind of funny (find it kind of sad) that in rapid succession we have had two weirdly sensual scenes feat. angels with belly/side wounds & someone leaning over them, plucking at their clothing? first angel/angel attentiveness where Cas could heal Ishim by touching him, but they argued about human/angel relationships the whole time. now vs human/angel attentiveness where Dean could not heal Cas, but offered comfort, and covered the wound back up... what's HAPPENINGgggg

That is… the opposite of funny. #_#

Poor Dean, though. He was trying to do what he always does in situations like this. Minimize, distract, reassure. Because Cas ALWAYS gets better. He’s ALWAYS been okay before. He’s an angel! He’s strong. One poke with a pointy stick ain’t gonna take him down. It’s just a matter of time and he’ll get better, right? RIGHT?! O_O

DEAN: Let’s see.
[Cas lifts his shirt to reveal the wounds, and Dean rears back, shocked before reaching out to cover it again]
DEAN: All right. Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, hey, you know what? I’ve had worse.
CASTIEL: Oh, yeah? When? Dean, something’s wrong. I… I can’t heal myself. I think the… I think the demon’s s-spear was poisoned. I don’t… I-I think I’m dying.
DEAN: No. No, you just need some time, okay? You’ll heal up the old fashioned way.
SAM: [in the background] Mom, what the hell did you get us into?
DEAN: Sam. Sammy!

He tries to cover the wound to distract Cas from the truth of the matter, because damn it does look bad. Dean KNOWS he’s never had anything that bad before and pulled through. But talking TO CAS, Dean’s all positive energy and reassurance. When he turns to Sam, calls out for help… that’s when it’s clear just how terrified he is for Cas. He invoked the Urgent Shouted SAMMY.

Dean’s so out of his depth here, and he’s scared, and Cas is in clear and obvious pain and is trying to stay calm himself. And they don’t think there’s anyone anything can do to make any of this better at all and…

And I’m… #_#

Does life ever actually get better tho if your born into a shitty life your going to die a shitty existence of a person

swordoftimeandspace  asked:

The flash

my all-time ultimate fave character: I want to say Leonard Snart, but I said him for Legends, so I’ll say Barry (he’s a little ray of sunshine–how could you not love him?)

a character I didn’t used to like but now do: Iris. I didn’t like how, in season 1, she kind of kept stringing Barry along even though she loved Eddie, but now I LOVE her. 

a character I used to like but now don’t: 


a character I’m indifferent about: HR. It’s not that I don’t like him, I just like Harry more.


a character who deserved better: Caitlin Snow. Why does she get hurt in every season? Why can’t they just let her be happy? 


a ship I’ve never been able to get into: Westallen. It’s weird to me, because they’re like siblings in a way.


a ship I’ve never been able to get over: Coldflash. Just Barry’s “you have good in you”, and Len watching his back in “Family of Rogues” and “Running to Stand Still”. 


a cute, low-key ship: Jesse and Wally. I think they’re so adorable. 

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: I don’t know how unpopular it is, but Eobarry is my guilty pleasure.

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: Patty and Barry, but not because they weren’t totally perfect for each other and cute. I don’t like how it felt like she had no purpose except to be Barry’s love interest and Joe’s partner, and then she was kicked to the curb without warning. 

my favourite storyline/moment: I really enjoyed the second crossover. I thought it was exciting and I love Olivarry. 

a storyline that never should have been written: I didn’t find Flashpoint well written. Like, why is it that every time the writers have a chance to do something new, fun, and exciting with Barry’s character, a chance to play with him a bit, they just decide to shove in our faces how Westallen is ‘meant to be’? We get it; Barry and Iris are going to get married. Why do they need to remind us every alternate universe? 

my first thoughts on the show: Fun and amazing

my thoughts now: Please stop hurting me like this

anonymous asked:

Does it ever get better?

YES
IT DOES IT REALLY REALLY DOES
It’s a long fucking process filled with so many ups and downs and it can get messy as hell but slowly it CAN GET BETTER you just have to start to believe in yourself and trust that you will be okay

YOI fandom post ep 7: Okay, but they can’t possibly make the next episode gayer than this, can they?

YOI production team:

A fella’s gotta look his best.


A companion piece to this Hanzo! I think McCree’s flowers would be a poinsettia, daffodil, and desert globemallow. And a calla lily for Hanzo. <3
(Mirrored composition practice, and hat practice! Also an excuse to draw freckles so! the dark freckle under his eye is right where I’ve got one like that. Art imitates life OTL McCree has lovely brown skin, so that was also fun to practice all over tone shading. My tortillon is the best everrr.)

Growing up asexual

You are twelve and your best friend kisses you the day before moving away. He’s nervous and shy, and the kiss is soft, but there are no sparks and no butterflies in your stomach. You are left feeling weird and uncomfortable, like there’s something wrong with you.

You are thirteen and your classmates talk about their crushes and how much they want to kiss them. You listen from a corner but don’t join the conversation. You don’t have a crush on anyone, you wouldn’t want any of their mouthes close to yours, so you can’t add anything to it. One of them still turns around and asks you about your crush. No one believes you when you say no one. The next day there is a rumor that you love one of your friends.

You are fourteen and come back home to find your living room busy with relatives. You join them and for a while everything seems fine, everyone is talking about embarrasing moments, and telling funny stories, and saying lame jokes. But then one of your aunts smiles conspirationally and winks at the other adults, and starts questioning you.

“You must have a boyfriend, someone as pretty as you!” She beams, and everyone gathered agrees. “So tell us, who is your boyfriend? Who do you like?”

You try to laugh it off and get out, and feel uncomfortable about it all, but they keep asking and keep asking and so you say the first name that comes into your mind (because your classmates didn’t believe you and you almost lost a friend because of it). That satisfies them for now and they all commend you for your good taste. No one notices you slipping out of the room until much later, and they all think it’s because you’re a teen now.

(Not one of them thinks that maybe they made you uncomfortable. No one thinks that maybe you would rather not talk about things like this.)

You are fifteen and have resigned yourself to the feelings of isolation. Your friends talk about masturbating, about sex, about the hot people in the class. Your classmates still ask you who you are crushing on. Sometimes you say a random name, and sometimes you claim to be too busy with your homework to worry about love (which seems to be a good enough excuse), but in the privacy of your mind you still wonder.

You look at women, trying to feel any sort of attraction towards them. You even try kissing a friend, but you feel absolutely nothing. You conclude that you can’t be neither homosexual nor bisexual. The logical leap to this is that you must be hetero, since those are the only options.

You try to make yourself fall in love with a boy, then. You stare at the so-called cute boy of your class for hours, waiting for the magical spark to appear. You try to make yourself love a boy based on his clothing. You try to understand what the hell is it that people are talking about.

You waste days, weeks, months on this task. You never succeed.

You are sixteen and you know you are broken. People still ask you about love and sex and crushes, and you still lie for fear of being different, of being alienated, of feeling even more isolated than you already do. You know you will have to marry one day, because marriage is mandatory no matter what you feel. So you resign yourself to pretending, to keep up the act. You try and keep trying not to let it bother you, but the idea of sex, of marriage, of love, all of it makes your stomach churn. You try to pretend you aren’t broken, but you know you are.

You are seventeen when you first see the word asexual, somewhere on the internet. You end up looking that word up, and find a website dedicated to it. There are hundreds upon hundreds of comments in the forums, but you first read the FAQs.

‘Asexuality is not feeling sexual attraction’, you read out loud, barely a whisper, as something inside of you clicks. It makes sense. It makes sense but you ignore it, and convince yourself that you do feel it (because there was that boy you thought looked pretty and that girl you considered cute), and you think the only reason why you don’t really fall in love and want sex is because you are broken. You know this to be true.

You close all of the tabs related to that word. For the next weeks you pretend to never have found it, but it’s always at the back of your mind.

(It’s a chance of being whole, your mind whispers, and you deny it because you are normal. You’ve been trying to be normal for so many years and you must be, have to be, will be…)

Asexuality fits with your life. You are broken, but maybe you aren’t alone.

You are eighteen, and you are more informed now. You have accepted that you are asexual (ace, as the community calls it), and you are somehow much happier now. You know you aren’t broken, now. You know this is an option that was never presented to you before.

You finally come out to your family, feeling safe and secure and confident in your knowledge. Your family laughs. They say that asexuality doesn’t exist, that it’s impossible not to feel sexual attraction. They tell you that you are too young, that you’ll find the right person, not to worry, as if your biggest worry was to not fall in love, instead of not succeding in life. They act like idiots and apologize when it’s too late, and even as you accept their apologies your mind keeps whispering (but what if they are right, what if it’s true, what if you are too young, what if you are faking it, what if, what if)

Your family refers to asexuality as 'that thing’, and they never ask you questions about it. It becomes an unspoken thing. Something that must never be talked about.

Sometimes you feel like crying, but you don’t really know why.

You are nineteen when you come out to your friends. You have put a wall around the fiasco with your family, and you explain everything to them. Your friends are open-minded about it and agree that it fits with your behaviour. They ask you questions and joke about it, but always make sure not to be offensive. You smile all thorought the afternoon, and even once you get home.

A few weeks later one of your friends tells you they are terrified of the idea of being like you, or becoming like you. They say, with concern and real worry in their eyes, that they wouldn’t be able to live a life like yours, so uninteresting, so lonely. You tell them not to worry and don’t even cry about it. But there is a heavy feeling in your chest and a knot in your throat.

You are twenty and the world exhaustes you sometimes. You get tired of watching sex and romance be such an important part of the plots of your favourite movies and TV shows. You are tired of being told in very subtle ways that your orientation isn’t valid. You are tired of the looming threat of corrective rape, of people who hate on you for your sexuality, of stupid jokes and stupid tropes. You are tired of them all.

But you are also twenty and understand that you aren’t broken. You know you aren’t alone. So you wear your ace ring with pride and wear the colors of the flag during the awareness week, and are ready to talk about it with anyone who listens. You are tired of being silenced, so you will yell until you get hoarse if that’s what it takes for the world to listen.

You are twenty, and you accept yourself, and even if things get rough, they can also get better.

  • Us: Today we lost an innocent soul, we lost Credence.
  • Credence: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I'M DEAD
  • Us: Sometimes we can still hear his voice, he deserved so much better. Curse you Grindelwald and MACUSA!
The problem with Women and Superhero shows

You know what’s really frustrating? How many TV shows,especially  superhero TV shows aimed at young people absolutely refuse to do something as simple as make sure that their show is gender balanced.Or show female characters have any connection with other women. Superhero shows are meant to inspire us, to show us a better way and yet they seem to hate the very idea of actually spending any time on female characters

Just look at all the TV shows we had till now .Can you think of one show where the the men don’t outnumber the women? Arrow, The Flash, Supergirl, Legends of Tomorrow, Agent Carter…….the only one which actually bothered to some degree  was Agents of Shield*

Arrow is horrible when it comes to it’s treatment of female characters. We all know that. But they are also horrible when it comes to the actual presence of female characters.. And they don’t learn. Oliver’s new team of vigilantes had a 3;1 male to female ratio. Was there ANYTHING preventing them from making Rene or Rory a girl? And look at how isolated Felicity is from other girls. She has zero female friends

The Flash is also very much a guy show and Caitlin and Iris barely even interact with each other. Again was there anything to prevent Julian from being a girl? No. They absolutely refuse to include more female characters

Legends of Tomorrow has a two girl maximum. At least in the first seaosn Sara and Kendra were friends but now Sara barely even seems to talk to Amaya. And again there was nothing preventing them from making Nate a girl. Hell his issues with being sheltered and feeling helpless his whole life would have been even more impact if he was a girl

And the few shows we have which are supposed to be about girls? They are cringe inducing when it comes to these issues and absolutely get worse with time

Agent Carter was male dominated and the only somewhat female light in the show was Carter’s friendship with Angie. And they snuffed this completely in the second season in favor of a shitty love triangle. And don’t get me started in how they took a brilliant female historical figure and turned her into a pathetic villain

Supergirl is probably the worse when it comes to this. Look at how the show started. Although Winn has improved he started as a creepy toxic male geek. One of his very first lines was thinking that Kara was a lesbian because she didn’t want him. And when Kara turned him down he made her feel guilty and apologize to him. And he was presented as her best and ONLY friend. Kara Danvers had no female friends. Do you realize how insane this is?. Still season 1 wasn’t quite as bad. Kara had Cat as a female mentor, she overcome her hesitancy and develop respect and friendship with Lucy and James although he had a few minor glitches like his reaction to the Red Kryptonite was a goddamn awesome and healthy male character. But in season 2?

Although the introduction of Maggie and her realtionship with Alex is excellent it’s the ONLY bright spot. Everything else ruined the little they had. They ditched Cat in favor of Snapper, Lucy disappeared in the void of unappreciated female characters and instead we got freaking Mon El. The very definition of bland pretty boy. James was turned into some fragile insecure boy who feel threatened by by Kara’s status, Winn actually actively sabotaged Kara just so he and James can shine and again don’t get me started on Mon El. M’gann should have been one of the bright sides of this season but he was barely used. We got see more of Mon El’s fuck then of a fascinating and complex character like M’gann. The ONLY female friend Kara has is Lena and you know they are going to fuck with this,


Literally all of these shows actively isolate women from interacting with other women. Female friendship is treated as some flaky thing that can easily be ignored and erase while male friendship is celebrated and iconic. Just look at Oliver and Diggle, Barry and Cisco. On Legends they pushed Nate and Ray and Ray and Mick to bond and become friends  while Mick and Snart were beyond celebrated and iconic. On Supergirl they put more attention on Winn and James friendship then on any interaction Kara had with a girl that wasn’t her sister

Female friendships gets none of this. The closest we ever came was Carter and Angie’s and Sara and Kendra’s (and come to think of Sara and Sin) . And all of them got only a fraction of the time spent on male friendships and was erased completely later on never to be mentioned again

The only chance girls get when it comes to friendship is with male characters and this is often either a prelude to or baiting of a realtionship

THIS IS FUCKED UP. THIS IS DELIBERATE . WOMEN DESERVE MORE


*I am not gonna get into the Netflix shows as well since this already got too long but they have their own issues as well. Not quite as horrible as the CW shows but still bad

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jimon week day 6   //   favourite scene

jace and simon… being nice? to each other? this episode was such a blessing for so many reasons (and it looked so bright and pretty i just)

the comics are so so close to making klance canon. so close. come on, comics. i believe in u. u can do it.