don't we all man

Shadow Moon is just so pure and unequivocally good, and I’m just in awe of him. He’s confused and unable to grasp what’s going on around him. He’s in denial. Sure, he’s seen all these ridiculous and illogical things but he’s still unwilling to believe what he’s seeing. He still wants to hold on to his long-held philosophy, and can we blame him? I know some people think it’s odd that he’s still unable to believe what he’s seeing, but it’s realistic. No one really wants to believe in something that challenges everything they already believe in, even if they’re seeing it with their own two eyes. Once you start believing in the impossible, you can’t go back and your entire life changes. That’s when it becomes real. You’re more comfortable gravitating towards what you know, even if evidence says otherwise. The unknown is terrifying; no one wants to venture into the unknown because there’s a lack of predictability that comes with it.

When something’s familiar and predictable, it’s safe. When it’s not, it’s not. You know what to expect from the familiar, but you don’t know what to expect from the unknown and that makes some people hesitant to move forward. I’m just happy that we’re finally able to get this take on this strange new world from the perspective of a Black man. In Abbie Mills, we were able to get the perspective of a strange new world where weird things happened through the eyes of a Black woman. As short-lived as that win was, it was still a win. I wish we could have seen a world where Shadow Moon & Abbie Mills existed at the same time, because the possibilities would have been endless. It would have been amazing inspiration for some thought-provoking, abstract meta.The comparisons would have sparked quite a few things that we probably wouldn’t have thought about before. Abbie, just like Shadow, saw something impossible happen too but she refused to believe what she saw. Even though there was evidence of what happened to her, she blocked it out and refused to believe it. Abbie & Shadow are so much alike, and it’s a shame they couldn’t exist at the same time.

With all that being said, I think it’s important to acknowledge and celebrate how groundbreaking Shadow Moon is and how different he is from the other Black male characters we’ve been exposed to in the last few years. He’s so different, and I don’t think we give the writers & Ricky enough credit for bringing Shadow Moon to life and creating a character you genuinely want to see win.

That one time Sherlock Holmes stood in a room full of women pointing at most of them saying “not you”
Then again in that cursed episode he pointed at John Watson saying “it’s you, it’s always you”


kings rising ch16: nikandros is a bro pt 2 (pt 1)

Sherlock belongs to us now

Seriously, the writers essentially gave Sherlock William Scott Holmes to us. 

Moffat and Gatiss completed their part in his story, and set up each happy ending that we could want.  Now, it’s up to us all to make that happy ending into the story we all want to see.  No one’s end wasn’t real.  No lies were told.  All I Love You’s and texts and caresses gave us all exactly what we wanted and they were all as real as we want them to be.  Sherlock belongs to us now. 

Steven and Mark are finished telling the story they wanted to tell.  Now it’s our turn to continue that into whatever we wish.  Don’t talk yourself out of your happiness.  We all deserve our happy endings.

atagotiak  asked:

Anakin attempting to be respectful of how Qui and Obi need to be together and work things out in butterflyandroses, but still he's possessive and angry. He's trying to work through his issues, but that doesn't mean he's good at it. He gives a very possessive lecture on how if Qui wants to be involved in the relationship he needs to treat Obi-Wan better

Obi-Wan looked up at a knock at his door and took a deep breath, already knowing and feeling who was on the other side.

Glancing around to make sure everything was presentable, Obi-Wan got up from his meditation mat by the window and walked to the door, opening it to peer up at the older man. “Hello Qui-Gon.”

“Obi-Wan.” The Master smiled back, hesitating only a bit before reaching out and brushing his fingertips over the others cheek. “I was hoping you were in. I wanted to speak with you.”

“I am, please come in then.” The knight stepped back, keeping the door open for him as a small smile crossed his own lips at the gentle touch. “Do you want tea?” He questioned even as Qui-Gon slipped in past him.

“I…no, not right now. But perhaps we can have tea alone at some point.” Qui-Gon moved into the room and glanced about. “This is nice, you’ve made it homey.”

“I’ve tried.” Obi-Wan hummed, slipping over to the squishy couch and settling down while peering up at Qui-Gon, eyes full of questions and caution.

It wasn’t the first time Obi-Wan had looked at him like that but that had been through holos. It was more of an impact with Obi-Wan’s deep green eyes looking at him just so.

Sitting down slowly on the couch too, Qui-Gon took a deep breath. “I came to… ask for forgiveness. Though I don’t expect you to give it to me right now.” He murmured, watching him with a small smile. “Though I’d be grateful if you let me stay in your life.”

Glancing at the window for a few seconds, Obi-Wn gathered his thoughts before looking back to Qui-Gon and the deep blue eyes that he had both loved and hated. “… I never threw you out of my life. But I needed time.” He sighed quietly, reaching up and covering his secondary soul mark. “…I gained it before Naboo you know.”

“…What?” Qui-Gon whispered.

“Up in the council chamber, when you took Anakin as your padawan. One last perceived rejection.” He offered quietly.

“…It wasn’t my brush with death then…” Oh Qui-Gon’s head was spinning in shock. “…I… see why you left.”

“I ran away.” Obi-Wan snorted then sighed and leaned forward. “I needed time Qui-Gon. I’m in a better spot emotionally speaking right now. But this is your last chance.” He looked at the other. “And… you will have to share me with Anakin.”

Qui-Gon’s lips twitched before he sighed and nodded. “I understand.” He tried to gather his mind before looking at Obi-Wan again and reaching out, this time more firmly as he cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek instead, stroking gently with his thumb. “If you will allow me the curtsy of taking you out on a date at some point, then I will do my out most to prove my worth to you.”

Obi-Wan stared at him for a long moment, leaning into the hand. “…Actions speak louder then words Qui-Gon. If you want to prove anything to me… you will have to prove it through the actions you take and the words you give. Because I refuse to be less then I know I am. I refuse to be hurt again.” He whispered quietly.

“Then this is my last and only chance.” Qui-Gon agreed quietly. “Because if I hurt you once again, then I don’t deserve you and all that you are.” He leaned forward slowly and Obi-Wan almost expected him to kiss him.

But all Qui-Gon did was rest his forehead against the others, smiling faintly. “And I will make sure that I earn this forgiveness you’ve offered me.”

Meeting blue eyes, Obi-Wan slowly reached out with one hand and grasped the older mans free hand with one of his, holding lightly on.

Hiding behind a pillar a few doors away, an agitated presence resisted the urge to pace as Anakin watched the door his master had slipped in closer to an hour ago. He knew he had to share Obi-Wan, knew that Qui-Gon was going to be there too in whatever capacity Obi-Wan allowed but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

Obi-Wan was his, Qui-Gon had hurt him enough for the other to need a secondary soul mate to fill in the void.


If anyone had any rights to be in Obi-Wan’s quarters it was Anakin.

Taking a sharp, deep breath, Anakin mentally reminded himself that Obi-Wan was an adult and could do as he chooses and that just because Qui-Gon was there didn’t mean that anything was happening.

And that confronting Qui-Gon like he wanted to would be a bad idea.

It was after all his master he had to share with…

It didn’t stop the jealousy curling in Anakin’s stomach though.


— Doctor.
Captain …


beth greene & tyreese williams ( inspired by this post [ x ] )

“ I’ve (we’ve) survived and you don’t get it ‘cause I’m not like you or them. But I (we) made it ! ”

Why is it cool to be mean? Why is it cool to not care about people’s feelings? Why is it cool to be emotionless? Why do we compete to see who cares less? Why is dehumanizing ourselves a trend?


Halsey lyrics // aesthetic things

Wow it’s almost like female characters who date guys and then discover that they’re attracted to women and subsequently start solely talking about women might actually just be lesbians who were experiencing compulsive heterosexuality, and fandoms shouldn’t just declare that every woman who has ever dated a man is actually bisexual.

  • friend: what's your favorite song off of blurryface?
  • me: *starts crying* why are you doing this to me?!
  • friend: so then, is it your favorite album?