everybody on this show is perfect

anonymous asked:

This is actually the perfect opportunity for them to show everybody what they are and what they’re made of tho... They don't have to start over just because Camila decided to leave, they have a legacy, they have 2 albums, major singles, do you expect them not to performed those ever again? They need to prove that they are Fifth Harmony without Camila, they can't just run away from their music and do something new right away, besides they've never been to Asia.

But that’s the thing, I don’t think they’re Fifth Harmony without Camila, they’re something else, something I’m sure is gonna be great, but not the 5H that we’ve known. And I just think they should respect that at least for a little bit. I’m not saying they should never perform those songs again, I just think it’s way too soon. Everything is happening so fast - whether it’s Camila’s solo career or the « new » Fifth Harmony - I mean I don’t know about you but I’m barely starting to recover from Camila’s departure and the entire drama that came with it - not only because my Camren heart has to go on blind from now on but also simply because I loved the five of them together, it’s as simple as that. And I do genuinely think they would benefit from a new beginning. It’s sad to say but I think they need to give the fans the time to move on from that a little bit, to grieve the old Fifth Harmony and not just pretend like nothing happened and that everything is just fine and dandy. The way it all happened was very sudden for the fandom, even if a majority of us knew it was bound to happen at some point nobody expected it to play out that way. And as happy as I want to be for the asian fans that get to see them, I’m pretty sure they’re gonna feel Camila’s ghost passing through. I just think it would’ve been more enjoyable to have an asian/american/european tour with their new album, but that’s just how I feel about it.

For a lot of you I imagine it’s going to be either going back to see your family, Christmas is really nice, it’s your favourite time of the year, time off work, time off school, presents and it’s all good. But for lots of people out there, you know, they might have family problems or personal health issues. Christmas isn’t the perfect thing that everybody wants it to be, so I hope for all the people out there that maybe aren't having the perfect break from doing whatever they want that Gamingmas is a nice little happy thing in their life. ‘Cause I presume that no matter your circumstances if you’re here watching the live show, you probably watch YouTube, so I hope that all of you, no matter how your Christmas period have been going, you’ve just enjoyed watching the fun silly videos on DanAndPhilGAMES.

@danisnotonfire during his live show on the 20th of December 2016

Quotes from Dan (19/?)

The true motivation behind deciding to do 24 videos of Gamingmas, I’m sure. Christmas time is complex. I hope everyone who struggles with this time gets through it okay.

Okay but imagine if ASoUE Netflix was filmed in a mockumentary style (à la Parks and Rec or The Office). 

The Baudelaires just stare into the camera every time Count Olaf shows up again. Or whenever Mr. Poe does anything.

The camera person is Lemony Snicket, who occasionally makes cast members hold the camera for him so he can give his own interviews, which are always just things like him repeating the word “ever” for two and a half minutes.

Esmé interrupts everybody’s interview segments, and Olaf spends all of his time self-promoting his plays.

Every time a scene is getting dramatic and someone’s life is in danger or things are about to be revealed, Lemony decides it’s the perfect time to turn the camera around and examine what’s going on out the window.

Disappointed but not with the episode...

Well looks like I’m in the very small percentage of people that actually liked The Final Problem.

The amount of time and effort that it takes every single one of the people that work on that show counts for something and for people to be slating them and saying ‘they’ve let every one of their fans down’ and that 'they should be ashamed of themselves’ is disgusting to me. They deserve better than that. Was the episode perfect? No, course not. Nothing ever is but it was a damn good episode and if people can’t see that then there’s something wrong.

I know a lot of people (not everybody) are saying the show was 'queerbaiting’ to which I roll my eyes. I’m aboslutely on the side of the lgbt community being represented in the media and in tv shows but do not blame a show and it’s writers for something not happening that was never promised to you in the first place. No ship is ever promised so when it doesn’t happen do not throw a tantrum and say you’ve been 'let down’ or that they’ve 'taken the right from you’. You never had the right. Nobody ever said it would happen.

Was Johnlock hinted throughout the show? Maybe. Maybe not. I know people that have watched the show and never even seen a hint of Johnlock and the idea of it is ridiculous to them. I, as a Johnlock shipper, have maybe looked into subtle things that I have considered hints. However, just because I have looked into that and considered it in a Johnlock context does not mean that the show intended for that. For example, I’ve seen the quote from Sherlock in ASiP about girls not being his area being used as an example of Moftiss 'queerbaiting’ thier audience. If you choose to see it as Sherlock saying girls aren’t his thing, guys are, so John and Sherlock should be together then that’s your porogative. Others might see it as Sherlock saying I’m not into people all together. It could even be seen as simply as Sherlock isn’t good around girls. Either way, it’s dependant on the person watching and what they choose to see and what they don’t. What everybody is crying about 'queerbaiting’ I personally believe to be people looking too closely into the show.
Another example I found of this was when I was scrolling through Tumblr after The Six Thatchers was aired and someone had taken a screencap of the bus that John get’s off of while talking to the mysterious 'E’. They had pointed out how the number of the bus was the same as the date that gay marriage became legal in one of the US states (can’t remember now which one). Now maybe Moftiss fully intended to do this or maybe we as fans have become so obsessed with finding the hidden meanings and symbols that we’re looking far too closely into things?

Similarly, I’ve seen people saying that the characters were never Moftiss’s to use like that and they are 'ours’ and we know better.
All I can say to that is don’t be so ridiculous. They are the writers and creators of the show and they can do whatever they want to with it!
Just because we choose to write fanfiction, just because we can draw some fanart, just beause we have different opinions to them does not mean under any circumstances that we know better than they do. We as a fandom are being selfish and choosing to lash out at the writers for what they choose to do with their show. We have no right to get mad for our AU’s not happening or for our ships not happening. That’s what the fandom is for, so that we can create all that and take pleasure from doing it. If Moftiss just gave in and said sure do whatever the hell the fandom say then what would be the point in having a fandom at all? What fanfiction would we write if it was already being showed in the show?
Don’t claim to 'know better’ about their own creation. That’s like somebody taking someone’s new invention and showing it round town, boasting about it and claiming it as their own when they haven’t even read the instruction manual. It’s rude and just makes them look the bigger idiot.

Don’t get me wrong, the episode wasn’t perfect and I have said that I didn’t think this series was as good as series past. There were a few plot holes and the show has definitely taken a more dramatic turn, straying away from the simple 'solve a case’ layout it began with. Yet, that does not warrant the amount of hate and the vile words that I have seen going around.
I have been a huge fan of the show since the first episode and have always taken great comfort in knowing that the fandom was out there and have made so many friends from it but after last night I can honestly say that I am ashamed to be a part of it.

Some of the hate directed mainly towards Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffatt is absolutely disgusting and I can only hope that they see some of the positive comments coming from the few fans out there who don’t feel the need to completely disrespect the writers, actors and crew of such an amazing show.

I hadn’t intended to go on a rant but last night, after scrolling through the Sherlock tag, I was left with a sour taste in my mouth that had nothing to do with the episode, only the fans.

Friendly reminder

That these social media sites only show what people voluntarily post. There’s no one out there with a perfect life. No amount of money, beauty, success, or even positivity is immune from struggle. Everybody’s going through something. Don’t let social media manipulate you into thinking your life is “wrong.” You’re doing just fine. All that glitters is not gold. 

ok but marco’s arc in 3% was so perfect??

he was the perfect example of how the priviledged elite ultimately wants to preserve their spot at the top

and their attempts at “blending in” with everybody are straight up lies, bcos they still find themselves superior….???

like,, he tipped me off since the beginning

in his interview, everybody was using some sort of honesty but he passed by using ‘seduction’, charisma – basically the tv show code for a con man

then the things he wrote in the letter to his future son??

plus after getting the food, and being the one who worked the LEAST he was still like “well i solved the problem and im p much the leader, and im hungry :))”

so! entitled! everybody worked hard and he only clapped his hands & told them to work

the end of his arc……. the way joana handles the situation…. no spoilers,, but it’s so on purpose!! that this is how the poor black woman defeats the rich (for their standards) “elite” white man!!!

joana is my girl!! and her in the finale????? what she tells ezequiel?????

anywAYS, watch 3%

anonymous asked:

Have you seen JL Action yet?

I have, and I love it. I’ve mentioned elsewhere that boy it feels like that show is pointed right at me. That first 4-episode arc, starting with a pitch-perfect Wizard voiced by Carl Reiner (maybe my favorite interpretation of the character to date) and leading into all the great Shazam-related stuff culminating in everybody taking down Black Adam, it really did the trick for me. I could go on about it all day. PLUS, my daughter really likes it, which is always a great bonus for me. The other day she casually name-checked John Constantine, all thanks to this show.

i can remember all three times I got “dragged” or cussed out on tumblr lol

1. I was dating this guy who at the time seemed like “the perfect guy” but his kissing really bothered me cause he was always forcing his tongue down my throat and thrashing it around and kissing me so hard my head would sink into the mattress and I couldn’t move it or my lips at all. And whenever I tried to show him how to kiss me properly and slower, he would never do it. 

So I turned to tumblr. My mistake lol. I was like “If yall was dating somebody who was basically perfect, but their kissing turned you all the way off, what would you do?” And everybody was chewing my head off about how kissing isn’t even that important in a relationship and it was a stupid question to even ask, and kissing doesn’t measure up to everything else you like about that person and if you really cared about them you would just teach them how to kiss and you sound so immature blah blah blah. I was like damn I must be childish AF and just deleted it and prayed it didn’t get anymore reblogs lmao.

2. I was in the middle of a pregnancy scare and I was doing a whole bunch of research online about pre-cum. And from the multiple articles I read, I gathered that there was no sperm present in pre-cum, but if a guy were to bust a nut and not wipe himself off AND urinate before entering you, the pre-cum could push the sperm from his first nut into you and you could get pregnant. So I made a post about it on tumblr, warning niggas because I know yall like to get that first nut off before sex so you’ll last longer. And this post blew up with people thanking me. Then I get an anon going off on me about how they’re a med student and I was 100% wrong about pre-cum not containing sperm and that I was fucked up for spreading false information to so many people and a bunch of other cuss words. I was just going off what I read and I feel like even if I was wrong about the sperm being in pre-cum, I was definitely right about everything else and it was helpful. No idea what other negative responses that post got cause I delete posts after 1000 notes if it’s still blowing up. Not tryna find out either lol.

3. I made a post one day about how I didn’t understand why some people go to concerts and just sit there and record it the whole time cause I feel like they were missing out on the full experience just so they can watch a fucked up choppy video with terrible sound later. I also said I could understand recording some clips, but doing it the whole time was annoying because they’re always blocking other people’s view, especially little people like me. And let me tell you…people started going the fuck off. “Why the fuck do you care so much?” “Why does it fucking matter”, “omfg just leave people alone, let them live their lives and stop judging them all the gotdamn time!”. One person gave me this long ass sob story about how they record every show they go to because their cousin and family members weren’t there to see it with them and I should be ashamed for judging other people so harshly. In my head, I’m like “I didn’t come at nobody as a person…I didn’t come at nobody’s sexuality, gender, religion, lifestyle, financial status, etc…. and they really coming at me hard as fuck over this post

and I think that was the exact moment when I stopped taking anybody on tumblr seriously ever lmao….like…fuck yall thoughts


Everybody’s favorite fit couple, THE BOSTONS, show us a perfect yoga pose.


In honor of my town finally achieving perfect status, I’ve decided to share my dream address with you guys! I’d been hesitating so long because I wasn’t sure my town was good enough for people to see, but now, well, Isabelle thinks it’s good enough so I’m convinced. 

Visit scenic Arkane at 4E00-002C-BED3! <3

PS I left lots of gifts for everybody who decides to visit! Please come check it out, it would mean so much to me.

I was wrong, this isn’t about the relationship between Sherlock and John.
It’s all about Sherlock.
We started the series believing he was an unemotional robot, who always put the brain before the heart. A Thinker. Somebody who didn’t care. Not a good man. Maybe we, the fans, suspected the truth, but everyone -Sherlock included- thought so. 
Four seasons later we know that he’s a good man. Everybody knows. And not only that, he’s a Feeler, somebody who acts based on emotion and who understands human feelings -even better than John. 
This is the development they decided to build the show around.
His friendship with John is the fixed point. It was never meant to become more, because it was already perfect from the beginning. Sherlock’s death disrupted it, but we’ve come full circle. They’re back at Baker Street, doing what they love, together. Only now Sherlock can be himself fully, he doesn’t hide behind his ‘emotionless’ mask anymore. He remembers his past. He accepts himself and the love he’s given. 
I just wish John’s character received the same treatment, that he came to understand himself and his needs, and stopped looking for a ‘normal life’ that would never satisfy him. Maybe the ending means he did, even if it wasn’t shown from his pov. 

anonymous asked:

That whole post coming out scene is absolutely gold and also shows tonnes of character development too. I mean, Mickey is literally screaming out to everybody around him that he loves 'sucking dick' and he gives no shits in that moment, Noel nailed it as always.

That scene is perfection! Mickey humping the police car is iconic, really.

anonymous asked:

Strech marks are gross

I disagree. Don’t get me wrong, I have struggled with mine for quite some time and even now I sometimes want to cry when I see them and I avoid wearing certain pieces of clothing. But why?

Because they’re perceived as flaws? ‘Cause it shows that I’m not perfect? Especially because society presses everybody to be perfect, to conceal every single imperfection?

Children, especially girls are expected early on to look, dress and behave a certain way. And stretch marks do not fit that image! We’re supposed to detest them.

Do you have any idea how many times teenage me cried over having marks on my thighs and breasts? Or why I developed a hatred for swimming because I had to wear a bikini/ swim suit? Exactly.

So I’m sorry but you can bugger off with your opinion because stretch marks are not disgusting. They are natural and show how your body has grown. They are evidence of your evolution as a person and I am not ashamed of them

Incessant  - Part 1 - Mingyu angst

Originally posted by jisvt

Wow my love for Mingyu is overwhelming.

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You were loved all around. Your entire school knew your name and everybody liked you. You were constantly going out of you way to help others, even if it made you suffer, and it really reflected. You were never without a friend and you always had people flocking around you. You were just a nice person and everybody needs that in their life.

And he hated you for it. He hated that you were so perfect. He hated the way that nobody could name any faults, even though he could pick out plenty. He hated the way you smiled and laughed with people. He hated the way you seemed so fake and annoying.

He showed that he hated you, too. When Mingyu didn’t like somebody, he made it obvious. He would trip you over as you walked by or he would throw things at the back of your head in class. He would slam your locker shut again as soon as you opened it and he would comment loudly to his equally rude friends about how weird you looked that day. At first, you didn’t care. You could deal with one bully, as he was only being annoying and wasn’t doing anything to seriously bother you.

Besides, you had bigger things to worry about.

The pressure from your father to do well in your exam was overwhelming and you were constantly close to tears. You couldn’t fail. You couldn’t make any mistakes or the consequences would be dire. The entire year group was panicking. These exams were important. They would basically decide the rest of your future and any mistakes you made now would reflect on your entire vocational career. You could not afford that.

“Hey, nerd!” Mingyu called at you when you were walking home from school one evening after studying for a few hours in the library. He was roaming around the streets on his bike. “Why are you leaving school so late?”

“Leave me alone, Mingyu.” You said politely, continuing your walk.

“No, go on, tell me. Did you have detention?” he jeered. “No, that can’t be right. I don’t even think you know how to get a detention.”

Your nostrils flared. You were tired, hungry and you just wanted to go home.

“Please, Mingyu, I’m not in the mood. Just let me go home.”

“Aw,” he laughed, circling me on his bike. I gritted my teeth angrily. “That is such a shame. And here I was, thinking baby Y/N and I could play together.”

Don’t snap, Y/N. He’s just messing around. Don’t get angry, don’t get angry, don’t get angry…

“Where are your friends? Don’t you have any?”

His eyes flashed dangerously.

“Of course I do. Just because mine aren’t constantly begging for my attention doesn’t mean I don’t have any.”

“Then where the fuck are they?” you snapped, glaring at him. His eyebrows rose in shock and he stopped cycling, placing one foot on the floor as he watched you walk away.

“See you tomorrow, baby Y/N!” he called after you and you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

What a jerk.

“I knew it.” he thought gleefully, cycling home quickly. “She’s fake. There’s no way somebody as nice as her would curse so easily.”

That night, Mingyu slept with a smile on his face. Y/N slept with blood on hers.


“Y/N!” a loud voice called from somewhere down the corridor. “Y/N!”

You turned, almost expecting Mingyu, but it was just Jeonghan, a popular boy with enviable hair and a passion for basketball.

“Oh, hi, Jeonghan. How are you?” you asked when he made his way over to you. You turned, opening your locker and getting the books you needed for that lesson.

“I’m good, thanks. I wanted to say thank you for tutoring me in Maths,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “I got an A in the last exam. So, really, anything I can do to pay you back, you’ve got it, okay?”

“Don’t worry about it, Jeonghan,” you laughed, shutting your locker and wrapping your arms around your books, holding them against your chest. “Helping people is what I do. You pay me back by giving me a sense of satisfaction.”

“You’re an angel, Y/N,” he said, enveloping you in a one-armed hug. He then tugged the books out of your hands and kept them in his. “At least let me carry your books, these look heavy.”

“Jeonghan, please-”

“No, I insist. Lead the way.”

“Psst!” came from behind you. You didn’t hear him the first time, too enveloped in your work. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, pushing your reading glasses up your nose, and continued focusing on these complicated maths equations. “Baby Y/N!”

Oh. Him.

“What do you want, Mingyu?” you asked quietly, not even turning to look at him. You were in study hall again, after school. You didn’t have much time to do homework at home, so this was one of the only chances you got to complete anything.

“Are you and Jeonghan dating?” he asked, the question throwing you off completely. You whirled in your seat, turning to stare at him. He was sat at the table behind you, absolutely no work on his desk, twiddling a pencil in his fingers.

“What?” you hissed, perplexed. You and Jeonghan? He was a lovely person, but you couldn’t see him like that.

“You and Jeonghan. Y’know, dating? For somebody so smart, you sure are thick.”

You flushed angrily.

“Of course Jeonghan and I aren’t dating, where did you get that idea?” you asked, almost raising your voice.

“I saw him carrying your books this morning and you were laughing together. You were acting all couple-y.”

“For God’s sake, Mingyu, no, we aren’t dating, friends do that with each other. Jeonghan and I aren’t together.”

With that, you turned and carried on with your work, although you knew he wouldn’t let it go that easily. Nothing was ever easy with that boy.


You were walking home slowly, your backpack on your back and earphones in your ears. The darkness of the streets of your hometown didn’t scare you anymore. The people that can hurt you the most are usually the ones closest to you, so you didn’t really give much thought to anything out here.

You were debating whether or not to turn around and go straight back to study hall and bear with Mingyu’s incessant pestering or go home and face your fears.

Figuring that you’d look stupid going back to the library after storming out angrily, you decided you may as well go home - you were nearly there anyway.

Standing at the end of your drive, you stared at the front door of your house. It was a pleasant looking building, the garage door and the front door painted the same deep, forest green. The front garden was well maintained and the grass was healthy. The car in the driveway was gleaming and there were no weeds peeking between the cracks of the path to the door and there were no spiderwebs in any of the window panes. It was a nice looking place.

So why were you so terrified to take a step further? Why did it feel like your hand was going to melt off when you touched the door handle? Why did you open the door so slowly, hoping that the house forces you back out so you never have to go back in there again? Why, when you looked upon the face of your father, did you want to curl up and die?

Ahsoka vs. Darth Vader

Please be aware that spoilers for “Twilight of the Apprentice” follow!

“Our long awaited meeting has come at last”

This confrontation basically, is what everybody was waiting for all season long. With the greatest respect to the primary thrust of the Rebels storyline featuring Kanan and Ezra, the fact that much of the audience was expecting a showdown between two secondary background characters really just shows how much in high regard Ahsoka (and quite obviously Vader), are held amongst fans. A lot of things could’ve gone wrong, but in the capable hands of this writing team, the reunion was pitch-perfect. I genuinely can’t find anything wrong with what I saw. All the emotions were correct, all the reactions were true to the two characters at this particular point in their lives.

The choreography of the fight itself was spectacular. Incredibly fast paced, it was truly one of the best duels in Star Wars. If there was anyone who could give Vader a proper fight, it would be the person who was actually trained by him. The setting too, couldn’t be any more epic. I’ve imagined this meeting countless times over in my head, but it really can’t compare to this. A spectacular, electrifying light show with an ancient labyrinthine pyramid as it’s backdrop. But it really wasn’t the physical fight that was the best part - it was the dialogue and body language.

Filoni elaborates in an interview with IGN: 

“As far as how Vader would treat Ahsoka and react to her, I base that interaction – the attitude, if not the dialogue – on my conversation with George about how that would go. I asked him pretty pointedly, “How would this conversation go? How would he feel about her?” We both agreed that the one thing that Ahsoka can’t represent in any way is any path of redemption for Vader, or the hope that that’s there because Luke is the only one that’s going to be able to make that happen. And that’s the story that we see. It was our belief that we could have this moment, but it’s not even a moment of hesitation for Vader. Because he says then, “You will die,” and he means it. He is going to destroy her, and the reason that is, is that she has knowledge of him as a good person. She represents and is a vessel for everything that he once was, and he finds such pain in that, and hatred, and anger. He doesn’t want to face what he’s become, but he just wants to destroy anything that reminds him of that former self. He doesn’t even talk about Anakin in the movies, at first, and if he is that person. “That name no longer means anything to me.” So we have to establish that Darth Vader and the destroyed character of Anakin. The moment you see it reach out in hope is when he says her name finally, and you hear the voice of Anakin. That’s the only thing, is beyond this horrible person is this trapped person inside that calls to her.“

The bond that Ahsoka and Anakin developed in The Clone Wars was something that was truly special to a great many people. For me, Ahsoka did wonders to Anakin’s character, who sadly fell flat and two-dimensional in the prequels (more so in Attack of the Clones, less so in Revenge of Sith). In the animated series, Anakin became more developed, more heroic, more likable. And it was Ahsoka who was responsible for this because Anakin developed a sense of responsibility. He was portrayed as a selfless, caring individual who would not hesitate to put himself in the face of certain death if it meant saving those who meant the most to him. Ahsoka, along with his mother and his wife, was one of the most important women in life, and the bond they developed during the course of The Clone Wars - from initial mutual irritation to an utmost sincerity and dedication to the other, was something truly special to watch.

It’s all the more tragic then, the events that happened to Anakin. When he fell to the Dark Side, he lost everything near and dear to him, and the things that remained alive and beating were a source of constant torment to him - a reminder of the good person he was, and he simply couldn’t stand the fact that he’d become so wretched. As Filoni mentioned, people like Ahsoka, and indeed Obi-wan, have knowledge of him as a good person, and he can’t stand to see how far he has fallen. It’s his method of coping, I think, to erase any evidence that he was ever was a good man. Hence we get dialogue such as “Anakin Skywalker was weak, so I destroyed him” - surely everyone noticed the chillingly similarity to the words his grandson would utter nearly 40 years later on Starkiller Base before he prepared to commit patricide.

And just like Ren, Vader’s mind was a source of eternal conflict. No matter how hard he tried, there was still a part of him that was Anakin Skywalker - it was this goodness that Padme felt on her deathbed, and the same that Luke felt after learning the truth about his Father. And every so often, however rare it was, moments of Anakin would shine through. We’ve only a few such moments on screen in Return of the Jedi - (his redemption at the climax, obviously, but also a little earlier when he says “it’s too late for me now, son”, which ALWAYS gets me). Another, as it would happen, occurs right in this episode, if only for a few seconds, through the ingenious decision to literally take us inside Vader’s head.

Just when Ahsoka is about to leave him and escape, we hear this vulnerable voice that’s half mechanic and half human call out her name. I cannot praise highly enough this choice to bring back Matt Lanter to voice Anakin along with James Earl Jones, in these precious few moments of Vader’s vulnerability. The second time he calls out her name is one that sounds far more human, and it’s his body language that tells a thousands words that don’t need to be spoken. As soon as his old padawan vows not to leave him, we see his eye muscles relax, as the screenshot above illustrates. We see this very human moment of hesitation, of regret, of utter sadness. It brings to mind those words Anakin told Ahsoka in the tunnel back in “The Jedi Who Knew Too Much”, that he would never let anybody hurt her, ever. Was he protecting her from himself in those fleeting seconds? It’s moments like these that make Vader this iconic figure of culture that he is today. Behind that helmet is the tortured soul that’s desperately crying out for redemption, for salvation. But that voice crying out is almost always drowned out by the evil that surrounds it.

The fact is, Ahsoka isn’t the one who will bring Vader redemption, as we all know too well. Only his son can bring him that, and that’s a good couple of years away. Snips and Skyguy aren’t going to hug it out and become friends again. Almost immediately, his eye muscles contract and contort in malice, as Vader resumes his crusade to destroy the few remnants of his former self.

I don’t care if Ahsoka was never in any of the movies, this was one of the most important moments in Vader’s life. It was one of the most powerful moments in the saga, easily rivaling and standing shoulder to shoulder amongst the numerous jaw-dropping scenes in the movies. It was phenomenally executed.

Edit: If you liked this analysis, consider reading my even longer in-depth discussion on the rest of the episode! Link is right here. Thanks for reading!

9 Summer Reads to Fill the Void Your Favorite TV Show Left Behind

There’s one drawback to the start of summer: lots of TV shows end in the spring. Fear not! Just close your laptop and turn off the TV, because we’ve rounded up the perfect reads to keep the magic going – whatever your favorite show!

Revenge ––> Daughter of Deep Silence

Here’s why: The lines of identity, truth, and revenge get blurred as these women fight to avenge the murders of people they loved. 

Game of Thrones ––> Falling Kingdoms

Here’s why: Kings clash, rebel forces rise, and a long-forgotten magic stirs to life in these intricately plotted fantasy epics. 

The 100 ––> Dove Arising

Here’s why: In the future, people live in space stations because Earth is inhabitable…but what’s really going on down there?

The Voice ––> Everybody Knows Your Name 

Here’s why: Ever wonder what it’s actually like off the cameras for the contestants in singing competitions? 

Once Upon a Time ––> The Wrath and the Dawn 

Here’s why: Giving new life to fairytales and stories of old: The Wrath and the Dawn was inspired by A Thousand and One Nights!

Penny Dreadful ––> Man Made Boy

Here’s why: Classics like the story of Frankenstein’s monster still make for fantastic storytelling today.

The Vampire Diaries ––> Bloodlines

Here’s why: Everything gets more complicated when humans and vampires coexist…and fall in love.

Reign ––> Landry Park

Here’s why: Young women at the top charging into changing politics and shifting societies and figuring out where they stand in the tensest of times. 

The Following ––> The Sacred Lies of Minnow Bly

Here’s why: Diving into the darkness of cults and the widespread effect they have on followers AND people who aren’t involved. 

BONUS RECOMMENDATION! Because let’s face it, you’re going to need more help with Game of Thrones ––> An Ember in the Ashes

Here’s why: If you’re missing brutal Westeros, you’ll feel right at home in the Empire, where defiance is punished by death and young people must become soldiers and spies, turncoats and killers, to claw their way into positions of power and freedom–they hope.

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You know what I think? I shipp everyone in his show. Because Rucas is perfect, Lucaya makes sense, Riarkle is SO cute, Smackle+Farkle (don’t know the shipp name) is logical, I think Zaya could have a future and Zayadora is something that could really happen. So yes, I shipp everyone, I love everybody on this show. And for the record, I really wanna a Lucas Friar OR a Farkle Minkus OR a Zay (don’t remember he’s last name, sorry) on my life.
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With Me

Will lingered in the hallway, watching the firelight lick over Hannibal’s arms, his face, the book in his hands. He made no motion, did not go to him and sit beside him on the sofa. He stood, breath held tight, wrestling with himself. He wanted to go sit there, but-

“Will,” Hannibal’s eyes looked up, then flicked towards him, turning his head to find him in the doorway, “come, sit down.”

And he’d been trying so hard to avoid detection, standing down wind and everything. Still, Hannibal had invited him, no point resisting now. He stepped forward gingerly, making his way consciously into the room. Here came the tricky part.

There were many seats to choose from, a sturdy rocking chair, a winged arm chair with its own ottoman, and the sofa, of course. Without looking too deliberate, too tense, without warning Hannibal, he hoped, he measured his steps and sat down next to Hannibal. He sighed with the cushions, making himself lean back in the posture of relaxation and stared into the heart of the fire, unblinking. He felt Hannibal start, pause, felt his eyes skip over the page, onto him, then back, afraid of being noticed for his watching.

“What’re you reading?” Will asked when he was sure Hannibal had read the page fifty times but not taken in a word of it.

Hannibal’s fingers hesitated over the page, trying to read for him. “The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám,” he let the pages fall open towards Will, “In translation, unfortunately. I plan to learn Persian to read it properly.”

“All that for a book of poetry?” Will mused, tilting his head back.

“It is beautiful,” Hannibal explained, “and deserves to be understood in its native tongue.”

Will nodded thoughtfully, “Well, that’s one project for the future.” He winced; they hadn’t discussed the future yet. At all.

“Yes…” Hannibal hesitated, feeling the elephant in the room, “if I find myself with enough time on my hands to-” He silenced abruptly as Will’s arm came down around his shoulders.

Will gulped, feeling like a high schooler on his first date, all stilted movements and anxious energy. Keep calm, relax; it wasn’t as though they weren’t both mature adults who had done this a million times before with other consenting adults. There should be no problem, no awkwardness, and yet… his heart beat in his throat like a bird thrashing at its cage.

Cautiously, Will stroked his thumb against Hannibal’s shoulder, almost to remind himself it was there, real and solid. Hannibal jumped, nearly dropping his book, “Will, your arm-” he fumbled, trying to turn to Will without turning in to Will and finding the proximity made this almost impossible. To look him in the eye he’d have to get closer.

“I’m nearly healed,” Will swallowed, his voice sounding high and foreign, “besides I should be stretching it anyway, so I’m not so sore. So the muscles… heal the… the way they’re supposed to.” He tried not to watch Hannibal, curving into him, pressing against him. He tried to focus on the fire as Hannibal gave in to the position Will had put them in with the softest sigh. It couldn’t be done.

Hannibal turned his head to reply and found his cheek brushing against Will’s shoulder. His eyes closed instantly, his lungs involuntarily inhaling. Will felt his bicep tense with nerves, there was a painful yank at the still closing wound, but he gave no sign of pain, transfixed on Hannibal.

“Physical therapy,” Hannibal returned abruptly, lifting his cheek, voice rough and low, “will be the hardest part of the healing process. It will be… lengthy and very painful for some time.” He licked his lips, trying to open his eyes all the way and failing, “You should still be resting.”

“I can sit here.” Will felt his hand come around Hannibal’s shoulder, palm flat against his arm. His body decided before he did that he wanted Hannibal closer.

“Could we… just… come here,” he mumbled, squeezing Hannibal to him with one long pull.

Hannibal’s last restraints broke. Before Will knew it he felt arms wrapped around him and a face pressed into his collar. Stunned, he put both arms around Hannibal and held him. Hannibal fit into him like a warm, heavy blanket, pressing against him everywhere he felt lonely. Though he’d been alone, he’d never felt lonely… until Hannibal. Only made sense that being with Hannibal could soothe that ache, maybe the only thing that might.

Hannibal’s hands skirted the edges of his bandages, wary of pressing too much, of being too much. Yet, he held tight, squirmed half into Will’s lap, as close as he could possibly get. Will could feel his heart beat, a skittering patter in reckless time, and he was sure Hannibal had no idea Will knew about it. The moment reeked of desperation, and yet… his arm curled tighter around Hannibal. And yet he pressed closer and yearned to feel Hannibal melt against him, melt completely.

Hannibal gave, he shuddered, he kept perfectly silent, but he shook like a leaf. Will held him close and never once thought about letting go. Hannibal gave so beautifully, he pushed and melted and succumbed so perfectly in his arms. This… this was nice. It was actually… really nice, holding Hannibal. He hadn’t expected that.

Will let his head fall against Hannibal’s, let himself breathe in his hair, press skin to skin, rest together like this. He listened to Hannibal breathe and slowly their breaths fell together. He lost track of time and was on the point of sleep when Hannibal murmured something in his ear.


“The fire’s all but gone, we should go to bed.”

The words struck a bell and cracked Will’s eyes open. He was still holding onto Hannibal, smushed together in one corner of the couch. “N-No, don’t go,” his voice croaked, groggy. The implications of it didn’t register immediately, too tired to remember to care too little.

Hannibal paused. “I won’t. But wait here, I’ll get some blankets.” His legs hit the floor and he slowly rose, untangling himself from Will’s arms with unfair grace. Will whimpered, freezing where his Hannibal blanket had been. He closed his eyes and curled onto the sofa completely.

Hannibal returned. He knew he returned because he felt warm again, he felt welcome pressure and weight on the sofa, covering him, slipping up beside him and into his waiting arms. Will’s lips lifted, pleased to be embracing Hannibal once again.

“You’ll regret sleeping like this in the morning,” Hannibal muttered into his chest.

“Won’t,” Will grumbled, one hand stroking idly at Hannibal’s back.

“We could sleep on the bed… still together.”

Will heard the request in his pause. His arms tightened, “Too tired. Drag me to bed tomorrow.” And he hunkered down, pulled Hannibal close, and silenced him for the night with a kiss.