doing brilliant things

Try to unravel this mystery, January.

I did it for the pun

Pepper was the first person to find out that Obadiah was the one who paid to get Tony killed. She found out that he was a murderer and she sat right under his nose, right in front of him, and gathers evidence against him. And she LOOKS OBADIAH IN THE EYE to tell him that Tony will be alright when Stane tries to say that Tony never really came back from Afghanistan. She looks at this murderer and she tells him that Tony will be fine because she’ll be damned if she ever agrees with anyone who implies that he isn’t. She might acknowledge his problems in private and call him out when they’re alone but she NEVER tells anyone else that he is anything but capable.

Pepper has always respected and loved Tony, even when she faced danger herself.

Disney thinks they’re sneaky

Okay. I think Disney is setting us up for something here.

Something no one is gonna see coming…

Okay. Disney is on their live action kick and that’s all good, and great, and wonderful.

But let’s look at some of the movies that have come or will be coming out in the future.

Beauty and the Beast (2017)

The Lion King (2019)

Aladdin (2019)

(tbh I don’t even wanna talk about the casting choices…)


The Little Mermaid (TBA)

Yes. I know that’s Anna Kendrick in an SNL skit. BUT back to the point

All of these movies have one thing in common that stands out in my head. The all provided iconic scenes that ultimately turned into trailers for this little guy

That’s right. Everyone’s favorite little, blue alien, Stitch.

I believe Disney’s ultimate goal is to actually make a live action Lilo and Stitch movie and all of these remakes are just so they can reintroduce it just how he was introduced the first time… through other movies’ trailers.

Come on, not even Disney can deny that a live adaptation of Lilo and Stitch would be fantastic.

So what do you think? Is Disney setting us ip for a Live Action Lilo and Stitch? or am I just reading way too into things and living on a pipe dream?


Some illustrations i did (stylized as dragon age tarot) for last year.

Me on my death bed...

Me: Tell my family that I love them

Grandkid: Yes, grandma.

Me: And tell telanu that Truth and Measure is the best novel I’ve ever read.

Grandkid: I think you mean fanfiction, grandma.

Me: Did I fucking stutter?


Margaret and Mary Tudor, princesses and later Dowager Queens, the daughters of Henry VII and Elizabeth of York, the sisters of Henry VIII. Born nearly a decade apart, the two knew little of each other after Margaret departed to Scotland, yet shared the same passionate and self-possessed nature, choosing their own mates to the scandal and scorn of others.

for the lovely @margarettudor

Every time Robert does that little voice crack during an emotional scene my brain automatically thinks:

  • Person: Renfield is nothing more than a creepy bug eater
  • Me, who has every instance of Renfield dialogue bookmarked: ok but he's not tho

anonymous asked:

32 malec

32. “You could have died.”

(So, I cheated a bit here. @ayfe asked for 13. “I thought you were dead.” so I just combined both of them. Although, I might still do the other prompt that @ayfe requested, which was 50. “People are staring.” Maaaaaybe. We shall see.)

Magnus knew fear. Having lived for centuries, it was an all too familiar feeling at this point. Shallow breaths, a pounding heart, hair standing up on the back of his neck. He and fear remained unfriendly acquaintances as fear always crept upon Magnus in the most inconvenient moments. Despite his cool, unwavering appearance, when fear took him within its clutches, it felt impossible to shake until the imminent danger diminished. Anyone strong enough to ever become the leader of a people, no matter the size, had to know they’d be tangoing with their worst anxieties more than necessary. 

Magnus thought he had encountered all of the types of fear one could. Thought that perhaps with time, a numbness might settle in and he’d be impervious to the jolt of terror.

That was until a bitterly cold December night. Demonic activity had been steadily on the rise for reasons not entirely evident, which meant his nights were primarily spent with clients or projects for clients instead of with Alexander. Without the distraction of his boyfriend’s presence, Magnus took on more clients in order to fill the void. His booked schedule became jam-packed for lack of anything better to do. Not that he minded being perpetually busy, but the blatant emptiness he felt at spending less and less time with Alec left him feeling uneasy. Alec, naturally, felt similarly. But there was little either of them could do to control the Shadowhunters needing their leader in time of heightened activity. Magnus found himself on all corners of the globe, doing brilliant and magnificent things, yet always returning to an empty loft, no matter the hour.

The shrill tone of his ringtone broke Magnus from his concentration on an elixir he was desperately low on. He grabbed the phone, hitting the answer button without paying the slightest bit of attention to who was calling.


“Magnus, we need your help.” The tone was rushed, afraid, shaking, and female. Isabelle.

“Isabelle, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Alec. It’s bad, Magnus. He’s bleeding like crazy and just please, get here now.” She rambled off the location before hanging up. 

Fear seized him entirely as he wasted no time opening a portal. It may have been his imagination, but he swore he had heard Alec protesting while Isabelle was talking to him, telling her it wasn’t as bad as they made it out to be. But he knew how stubborn Alec was and it gave him no peace of mind as he stepped through the portal. 

Dizziness almost took over when he saw the scene in front of him: Alec covered in far too much of what Magnus assumed to be his own blood from a gaping abdominal wound. The pallor of his skin made his runes stand out even more, a testament to how much of his natural coloring had vacated. 

Magnus dropped down beside where Jace was holding onto Alec’s hand with one hand and drawing iratzes to no avail with the other. Isabelle was trying her best to staunch the wound.

Alec gave Magnus a pained smile, his eyes unusually bright from tears that had gathered up, “Told them to not call you. Just a scratch…”

Magnus huffed an impatient and panicked laugh, “Let me be the judge of that, darling.” He started pouring all of his magic into Alec, trying to extract the poison he knew to be running through Alec’s veins. An iratze was entirely ineffective when any of the ichor penetrated open wounds. Alec was essentially drenched in it.

“I love you, Magnus.” Alec whispered. It sounded too much like goodbye. Too much like he wanted to say it for one last night.

“No, Alexander. You don’t get to say that like that, right now.”

“I…” He trailed off, words difficult to come by most likely due to his blood loss. “You just need to know.”

“And I do, Alexander. I do.”

Alec’s eyes started drooping more, becoming more dull than Magnus felt comfortable with. “Keep your eyes open, Alec.”

Izzy offered her strength to Magnus even without him asking, even without his magic showing any sign of wavering. Draining Jace was a last resort, because making his parabatai weak seemed like a sure way to lose Alec entirely.

“I can’t, Ma-“ He choked on a wet cough, Alec’s body trying to curl in on itself. 

“Yes, yes, you can.” Magnus urged, desperate as all hell. 

Alec’s eyelids fell entirely and Magnus’s heart nearly stopped. “No, Alexander! No, you’re not dying on me! Not now!” Not ever, he added mentally. For a paralyzing moment, it seemed this was all for naught. He honestly and truly thought Alexander was dead and this was the end. 

Alec coughed roughly and his eyes opened, only slightly, but just enough to give Magnus a renewed sense of hope. Magnus held eye contact with him as he continued to pour all that he could into healing the wound.

Magnus managed to get the wound closed and it was then that he became aware that Jace and Isabelle had most likely been talking the whole time. “We have to get him back to the Institute. Is it safe to move him now, Magnus?” Jace asked, his features exhausted and pinched with worry.

The warlock nodded, magic still flowing into Alec. With his weakened energy, Magnus opened a portal before helping Jace pick up Alec gingerly before heading into the portal behind Isabelle.

Alec lost consciousness as they went through the portal. It had been hours since and Magnus still felt himself trembling. Between pouring most of his magical energy into healing Alexander and the all-encompassing fear of thinking he had lost him, he couldn’t stop the shakiness spreading through him. Despite the wound being healed and his coloring slowly coming back to normal now, he couldn’t shake the fear that Alec was going to slip through his fingers. Looking down at himself for the slightest moment, he winced before forcing his eyes back on Alec. His hands, his clothes still had too much of his lover’s blood on him.. He had been too exhausted to cleanse himself of it before, and now, he felt himself too numb to move. To conjure up any spell.

It was an hour or two later when Isabelle finally convinced him to clean himself up. 

“He’s going to be okay, Magnus. Thanks to you.”

“We almost lost him.” His voice sounded foreign to his ears, strained and weak.

“But we didn’t. He’s going to be okay.” She hugged him and Magnus barely reciprocated the affection, his eyes still focused on Alec.

It wasn’t until early in the morning the following day that Alec groaned softly, breaking the painful silence. Magnus stood from the chair he sat in all night, fighting any and all urges of exhaustion. 

“Alexander?” Magnus asked cautiously, his hand immediately resting on Alec’s thigh.

Alec cracked his eyes open, a slight bit of pain and haziness evident. “Magnus? What? What happened? Where are we?” He sounded just like he did every morning, still half asleep. How Magnus wished it had been a normal morning.

Magnus gave him a sad smile, “You managed to almost get yourself killed. We’re in the infirmary at the Institute, love.”

“I- what?” Alec struggled to right himself, but Magnus pushed him back gently, worried he’d only make himself lightheaded. 

“Easy there. You were pretty out of it by the time I got there. I’m not surprised you don’t really remember. But you’re okay. Now.

Magnus didn’t mean for his voice to crack like it did, didn’t mean to emphasize that he was okay now. It wasn’t really fair to spring the severity on him as soon as he woke, but Magnus was exhausted in more than one way.

“It was that bad?” Realization always hit Alec rather quickly and Magnus saw it dawn on him.

“I thought you were dead.” Magnus whispered desperately, unable to stop himself. “Your eyes had closed and your breathing may have stopped for a moment. You could have died and I could do nothing about it but continue to pour magic into you and beg you to not leave me.”

Alec stared at him in horror. 

Magnus regretted telling him. “I’m sorry. You just woke up. I shouldn’t have dropped this all on you. Not right now.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just… by the angels, Magnus, I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how you felt.”

Magnus stared at him, dumbfounded and slightly exasperated, “Alexander Lightwood, are you really apologizing to me right now?”

“Well, yeah, that must have been awful for you.”

Magnus let out a tearful laugh, not even having been aware of the tears that had gathered in his eyes. “Only you, Alec.” He took hold of his hand. “Please never do that to me again. I’ve never known such fear. I love you, Alexander.”

Alec squeezed his hand, giving him a sheepish look, “I’ll try my best. And I love you too.”

Day 16 - Matt Bellamy and Miles Kane in DPJHCB

Best and Worst of: Block B Photoshoots

Looking at Block B photoshoots is such a wild ride because on the one hand half of them look like this:

Thrift shop meets witch aesthetics and Park Kyung is holding a fake bird but it still looks good?

Keep reading

Since we know that lin manuel miranda and dwayne the rock johnson can do brilliant things together (moana), let me propose an idea: dwayne the rock johnson as kvothe. 

not kote. kvothe. 

I want Dwayne the rock Johnson to play an eleven year old redhead with a lute


Selina Meyer/Kent Davison (requested by anon)

- “Oh my God! I’d kiss you right now, but I’m never gonna do that!”
- “My brain is at you service, ma'am.”
“We’ll see.”