he looks so in love with her

Can you imagine the boys annoying Jungkook about his crush on you like
  • Tae: Jungkook-ah, Y/N's pretty!!
  • Jungkook: So?
  • Tae: Is it okay if I date her?
  • Jungkook: *shook into silence*
  • -
  • Chim: I'm sure Y/N likes me, right? Jungkookie?
  • Jungkook: *glares at Jimin*
  • -
  • Jin: Wahhh, let's invite Y/N over for dinner!
  • Jungkook: A-Aniyo! Don't invite her!
  • Jin: Why not? That would be rude.
  • Jungkook: Well,*looks for excuses because he would be blushing everytime you were there*
  • -
  • Yoongi: Yah, I just saw Jungkook blushing in the bathroom, what's happening?
  • RapMon: He must be thinking about his crush.
  • Both: *double over in laughter*
  • -
  • Jungkook: Noona, I like you :)
  • You: I love pizza, too
  • [Quack]

anonymous asked:

Do u have any hcs/thoughts about the 2017 gpf banquet??

  • Victor gets super wasted and clings to Yuuri the whole time
    • He’s continually professing his love for him and Yuuri is just kind of patting his shoulder like “ok darling”
    • “Look at our rings,” Victor pleads to quite literally anyone who will make eye contact with him
  • Christophe and Victor have a dance-off and Yurio and Yuuri film it
  • Sara and Mila slow dance together and everyone in the room is so captivated that they turn and watch as Mila slowly spins Sara around and then kisses her on her cheek
  • Yurio sees Victor and Yuuri slow dancing (Victor is drunk and stumbling) and smiles and a few people catch him smiling but nobody says anything
  • JJ and Isabella dance but JJ style it the whole time and it’s sort of ridiculous but they’re just in their own little world
  • Phichit nervously asks Seung-gil to dance with him and is shook when Seung-gil says yes and he takes his hands
  • Victor, as the night is winding down, starts to whisper the extent of his love for Yuuri in Russian
    • Yuuri can’t understand most of what he’s saying
    • Yakov is the only other Russian speaker nearby and he hears all of this, heart filling w/ love because Victor has come so far since he left for Hasetsu and he can tell that he’s so genuinely happy now
  • Yuuri tucks Victor into bed and kisses his forehead
  • Victor is a mess of incoherent giggles and love
  • They’re all in love and they’re all friends and everything is perfect and lovely and ideal
Ganging Up

“And look who’s joined us this morning,” Joe announces, spinning the camera around to the other man standing in the room.

“Who?!” Graham looks back and forth quickly, although his face is cut off from the shot, smiling as soft giggles come from the woman sat at the counter. “Ah, yes! The lovely Y/N!” He gestures over to her as Joe shifts the camera to her.

“I’m here most mornings,” She teases, sticking out her tongue at the camera.

“And now Joe will have to edit that out,” Graham winks at her, knowing that the viewers still weren’t fully aware of how close the couple had gotten.

“I know, it’s so much fun saying stuff he has to edit out.”

“Oh, so glad you get enjoyment from my torture,” Joe drawls, rolling his eyes.

“Part of being in a relationship, son!” Graham announces, turning his attention back to the breakfast he’s cooking. “Now, grab the plates, foods nearly ready.”


“Grab the plates, Joe.”

“I can grab them…” Y/N starts to get up, but Graham shakes his head quickly.

“Joe has two arms and two legs, he can grab them.” He winks at her again, and she smiles knowing that he’s simply trying to rile Joe up.

“Oh yes, lets just force the youtuber to stop vlogging,” Joe mutters, “You know, the thing he has to do for a living.”

“What are you talking about?” Y/N cocks her head, “You aren’t a daily vlogger.”

“Don’t you start too.” He glares over at her, grabbing a couple of plates.

“Start what?” She smiles back innocently, “You’re the one always claiming you aren’t a daily vlogger.”

“She’s got a point,” Graham nods, tapping the camera Joe had put down on the counter, “There’s physical proof of that.”

“You two are never allowed around each other again.” Joe replies, exchanging the plates for his camera, quickly turning it back on. “So Y/N and my dad think that because I don’t daily vlog, I’m not a true youtuber.”

“We never said that!” She protests, leaning over the counter to get in shot, “He’s making up lies!”

“Lying to your fans now, Joe?” Graham shakes his head, “How do they put up with you!”

“That’s what I ask all the time,” Y/N sighs, settling back in her seat as Joe spins around.

“Will you two stop it?! I am not lying to them!”

“Yes you are.” They reply in unison, and Joe lets out a small groan, looking back at the camera.

“No, I’m not. I would never lie to you.”

Graham clears his throat from the other side of the camera, and when Joe looks up, he points over at Y/N with his spatula, raising an eyebrow. Joe looks over at his girlfriend, who just starts giggling.

“Alright…” He focuses back on the camera, “I take back that statement. Although, it’s not lying. Just keeping stuff from you. To keep some privacy in my life. You understand that, right?”

“The camera isn’t going to answer, son. Sorry to break it to you.” Graham says casually, dishing out the food.

“I’m not asking the camera!” Joe splutters, waving his hand around, “I’m asking the viewers!”

“Do you see viewers, Y/N?”

“Hmm, no, I don’t. Just us and the camera.”

“So unless he’s asking us, but I don’t think he was.”

“No, I don’t think so.” She taps her fork against her chin, “He must be talking to the camera.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Graham nods once, picking up his plate as Joe stares over at the two of them.

“Are you serious right now?” He asks, glancing between the two.

“Sorry, us or the camera?” Graham asks, smirking as he takes a bite of food, Joe glaring over at him.

“Last time I invite you over.”

“Last time I make you breakfast.”

“This is unfair!” Joe pouts, staring at the camera, “My dad and girlfriend are against me. They have joined forces against me!”

“Oh sweetie,” Y/N coos, “We’ve been doing that since the day you introduced us!”

“My biggest mistake.” He grumbles, hitting the button to stop the recording, grabbing his plate and sinking into the seat beside her.

“You mean the best thing you could have done,” Graham points his fork over at Joe.

“It’s because we love you, babe.” Y/N leans over, kissing his cheek.

“Some way of showing your love,” Joe rolls his eyes, but his pout is fading as she links an arm with his, leaning against him while they eat.

“If I didn’t bug you, how would you know you’re my favourite?” Graham comments, picking up Joe’s camera and turning it back on.

“What are you doing…”

“And here we have the adorable couple enjoying a lovely meal cooked by Daddy Sugg. To which Joseph should be grateful, because it allowed him to vlog instead of wasting time cooking.”

“This is why you don’t have a channel,” Joe scoffs.

“I would have an amazing channel!”

“I’d subscribe.” Y/N tells him, “You could be the daily vlogger!”

“They’d all forget about Joe and watch me,” Graham chuckles as Joe’s pout returns, and he leans forward to grab the camera, but his dad steps back as Y/N tugs him back into his seat.

“Quit being a baby, and eat your breakfast.”

“You are both never allowed around each other again.” Joe repeats as the other two start to laugh.

Honestly that pause before Emori told Murphy the truth and how deliberately she chose to do so and look ice-cold in his eyes and make zero apologies for it. Like. I’m not here for “even Murphy can’t trust her”, y’all, he’s the one person she DIDN’T lie to. She took the chance he’d look at her differently if she was as balls-out ruthless as humanly possible and he just respected and loved her extra.

God, this episode stressed me out because I saw the twist coming the whole time (pats self on back) and I knew it would make a lot of the audience turn on them and Emori especially, and I already kinda hated it for that. But just so you know where I stand – John Murphy doesn’t want, nor does he deserve, a love interest who is a cinnamon roll and makes him a Better Person with her goodness and light. I think there is something *so much more interesting* about the fact that Memori bring out something sweet and real and caring in each other, while also being pretty terrible people who would manipulate and throw people under the bus to save themselves and each other. Murphy is a more sincere, gentler person because of Emori and still they SQUASHED THAT LOVE = REDEMPTION ARC like a bug and I’m into it.

Fiction needs conflict; we’ve been really overdue for a reminder that both Murphy and Emori are Chaotic Neutrals at best, and the fact it came in the same episode as Murphy dancing around adorably and Emori raving about his cooking skills is a bonus as far as I’m concerned.



That was my first reaction.

But I love how Odin, even after seeing Ava set fire and do some crazy stuff is relativity chill. He apologizes for abandoning her (finally) and is like “ Is this because of me?” I thought that was cute. We even get our first look at Pedri in almost a year and he’s menacing as ever. I like how Ava slurs her words like she’s having a hangover off her power. Hopefully Odin will bridal carry Ava to the nearest ship and off to his home planet so we can finally get to know more about Odin. Michelle’s art is beautiful as ever and I love the colorist she brought on, makes each panel more dynamic. 

I’m also in hard Flaming Arrow shipping mode.


I wrote a thing.

Does anyone want to read a thing? If you do here it is. I haven’t written fiction in more years than I can count and I am definitely a bit rusty so I would love some constructive feedback!  Its a one shot from Jamie’s POV (Though I might have a go at writing it from Claire’s POV as well at some point). 

He looked at her. The light streamed through the gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet and illuminated her pale skin giving it a luminescence that made her look like she was crafted from the sunlight itself.

He was in love with her. That much he knew. He was in love with her and had been from the very moment he set eyes on her across that room. The riot of curls that she brushed impatiently from her face with an unthinking gesture, the strange whiskey coloured eyes that reminded him of a big cat, at once both wary and possessing of an intensity that took the breath from his body. She was quite simply beautiful and all the more so for the fact that she seemed entirely self possessed.

Had he really only met her 24 hours ago? Had it really only been one solitary day since his life was irrevocably changed? A day that had started like any other. A trip to the office, some off site meetings. A lunch that got cancelled. Oh, but thanks be to God that the lunch had been cancelled.


He set down his phone debating whether or not to leave and go for his usual sandwich in the park. He spent all day inside and considered any day that was fine enough to eat al fresco to be an opportunity not to be wasted. In Scotland they were few and far between. He looked up from gathering his belongings just as the door swung open and she was there. She. Was There.

He knew he was staring and he tried very hard to stop but somehow he could not tear his eyes from her face. He couldn’t have told you what she had been wearing but he could have described the dusting of freckles across her cheeks, or the curve of her lip where it formed a perfect cupid’s bow or the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders like the water of a highland burn at once silver and red and golden in the light. He could have written sonnets about these things in this moment, but tear his eyes from her face? No, that he could not seem to be able to do.

She was looking back at him and he vaguely wondered if his mouth was open. She smiled knowingly at him as she was seated at the table directly next to his. He smiled back. Or at least that’s what he hoped happened. That or he simply bared his teeth at her. She didn’t look alarmed though. Quite the opposite. She was looking at him too now. Looking at him with an expression that he was almost certain was mirrored by his own. She looked at him like she knew him and at that moment he was certain that she did.

Slowly, he came back to himself. And he smiled. A real smile this time. She returned the smile and leaned towards him.

“Claire’ she stated simply holding out her hand. ‘Jamie’ was his reply as he took it. Her hand was warm and soft and he fought the urge to lift it to his lips.


Her lips were on his, soft and hot and he moaned at the feeling of them. His tongue sought hers as his hands caught her hair. She sighed against him and pressed her body closer pushing her hips against his. He pushed her back against the wall returning the pressure of her body.


His hands shook with the intensity of his want. Physical want, yes, there was that. He wanted to possess this woman’s body. He wanted to bring her to shuddering submission beneath him. But it was more than that. He wanted to know her. To possess her secrets, to know her mind and her soul. He wanted her to know him. To possess him, to make him her own.

“Mo Nighean Donn”

They were pulling at each other’s clothes now. Buttons rolled across the wooden floor as they were torn from his shirt. Her dress was pooled around her ankles as she stood there now in only her pants. His trousers were halfway down his thighs. He could take her now, here against the wall of the hallway and my god, he wanted to. But no. He would not. He wanted more than that. He wanted to worship her, do service to her. He wanted to love her. With more effort than he knew was possible he pulled back. She stood there looking at him. Hair tousled, breath coming heavy, wearing only a pair of yellow pants.She was glorious.  Golden eyes met blue and she smiled and held out her hand to him once more. This time he took it and buried his lips in her wrist. And then he led her down the hall, into his bedroom and into his soul.


They had left the restaurant and simply strolled around the city. They chatted about their lives, sat outside cafes and made up elaborate back stories for passers by. He was bowled over by her wit and her humour. She was, to him entirely perfect. More than once he discreetly pinched himself. Surely he was dreaming.

All good things must come to an end and that was especially true of the Scottish weather. As they meandered the lamplight flooded streets of Edinburgh there was a gentle patter against the paved street, a patter that turned to a drumbeat and the skies opened and the cool summer rain began to fall. She turned to him laughing and took his hand as they ran down the road towards sanctuary. She stopped just short of the pub they were headed for and turned to him, the streetlamps turning her eyes from the soft gold of a smooth whiskey into a tigerish yellow. She ran her fingers down his jaw and his breathe caught at the intimacy of the contact, at the closeness of her body to his. She stood up on tiptoes and brought her lips gently to his. His world ended and was born again as she kissed him in the rain.


He laid her down, almost reverentially, on the bed. He kissed her deep and as he pushed into her, her back arched. He dipped his head to her breast and ran his tongue along it as she gasped beneath him. Her fingers wrapped around the curls at the base his neck as she rocked herself against him, meeting his body with every thrust. Onwards and onwards they drove each other, their moans lost as their lips met again and again until at last they shattered together, the pieces of one indistinguishable from the pieces of the other.


He watched the light shine on her. The curves of her hips like the curves of the mountains and hills. He smiled to himself. It was an apt description. There was something elemental about her, other worldly. How else could feel this way about her so soon?  He had had had other women in his bed before but none had shaken him to his very foundation. Never before would he have been able to believe that a chance meeting and an afternoon of playing truant in the city could have caused such a fundamental shift.

Lost in his revery he did not notice as she stirred and turned towards him. She smiled sleepily as he fingers traced the shape of his bicep and up across his chest. He reached towards her and pushed her curls from her face.

‘I love you’

The words escaped his lips before they had even fully formed in his mind and for a moment he felt panic. It was too fast. Too soon. She would run now.

‘I love you too’

And her lips met his and he was home.

The End.


Less than 48 hours till the tour starts! The cast is ready, and you?

anonymous asked:

hey presley im feeling kinda insecure rn do you have any cool facts about anything to cheer me up??

You feeling insecure: just remember one time Burr thought his social life was ruined because of a zit on his nose, that everyone made fun of James Monroe because he insides of his coat were bright yellow, that Lafayette danced with Maria Antoinette and kept stepping on her feet and everyone laughed at him, that Madison looked so much like a rat when he was president that people called him, “a shriveled little John Apple. I shower you in constant love, feel better- always here if you need to talk, I know how it feels. ”.

anonymous asked:

MM tsundere indirect confession to BH, but BH is kinda dense so she didn't get it, so MM decides to kiss her and confess directly

“Earlier,” Raven said carefully, glancing at Add, “were you trying to confess to Elesis?”

His face went red and he looked away, his Dynamo closing in around him in almost a wall.  “Yeah,” he admitted.  “But I don’t think she got it.”

“It was sort of hard to get,” Raven reassured.  “And I’ve been around awkward people for years.  You need to confess directly, with a girl like Elesis.”

“But what if she says no?” Add sounded nervous.  Raven shrugged.

“Better than tormenting yourself in indecision.  Just go up and ask if she loves you like you love her, and if she says yes, kiss her and ask her out.”

As if by a deus ex machina, Elesis just so happened to walk in the room. Add’s Dynamo fluttered uncertainly.  Raven raised his eyebrows.

“There’s your chance,” he encouraged.  Add swallowed hard and stood, crossing the room to Elesis.

“So, uh, I was wondering,” he stammered, and Raven, leaning back to watch, nearly facepalmed.  Nice way to start out, nerd.

Elesis tilted her head.  Add steeled himself.

“Uh, I like you.  Do you like me?  Like, like like?”

Elesis blinked.  “Like, love like?”

Red-faced, Add nodded.

Raven wasn’t sure whether to laugh or die from second-hand embarrassment.

Elesis’ face was flaming red now too, but she laughed and pulled Add close with a hand on his shoulder, grinning.

“And here I was thinking I’d have to do the confessing,” she teased.  Add leaned in for a kiss.

He forgot to tilt his head.  They bumped noses.  Raven heard the distinct click of teeth clashing together.

After a few seconds, Elesis stepped away.  “You’re… not a great kisser,” she observed, but then immediately grinned to counteract Add’s crestfallen face.  “But hey, we have a while to learn.  Wanna go out with me so I can teach you?”

Mission accomplished, Raven thought.  Well, sort of.

anonymous asked:

I have a feeling Helix is gonna be tied with Felicity's dad. His work as the Calculator was brokering in information. He gathered it; he sold it. I think, maybe, he's an absentee founder of the organization & they're still in league with Talia as one of her resources. I can also see this is as a way for Papa Smoak to reach out to his daughter again after everything last year. "Wasn't it so much fun hacking together? Look what more we can do! The family that hacks together stays together!"


Yes, I love this theory so much! And it fits with what we’ve heard from Amell about Oliver and Felicity going head-to-head (him leading Team Arrow and her “leading” Team Helix). This would also bring him back into the picture and pick up all those damn loose ends from Season 4 that we were left with when Donna told Felicity what really happened when she left Noah.


Don’t Help - Ten | Part 1

can you write something where ten is a rich guy at your high school and you’re poor, and he helps you out? but like you dont like his help at first. thank yuuuuu

Sure! I’m going to make this a multi-part thing, so here’s part one!


Part 1

“Look at her hair,” Minji says. “Does she cut it herself?”

“And her uniform is falling apart at the edges.  She should buy a new one,” Eunjin responds.

The girls titter amongst themselves and you look away, pretending not to hear them. It’s okay, you think.  I don’t need money or friends, I’m only here to get good grades so I can get a scholarship…

The lunch bell rings and everyone in your class leaves, calling out to friends to sit with.  You watch them go. I wonder what it would be like to have someone like that? Someone who you know really well, someone who takes care of you all the time, someone who protects you and eats with you… You sigh. Well, I guess not everyone has someone like that.

You stand up and walk out of the classroom, carrying the lunch that your mother made for you.  

“Just eat this,” your mom would always say.  “It’s nutritious and it’s much less expensive than the lunches you buy at school.  Think of all the art supplies that I could buy you with that money!”

You sigh.  Mom never buys me new art supplies.  She always uses the money to get clothes and supplies for Dongjin, my little brother…

—————-(Ten’s POV)————

Ten stands in the hallway and watches you walk out of the classroom, alone like you are everyday. You turn the corner to go to the lunchroom, not looking up.

Ten sighs.  She’s always like this.  When’s the last time she and I talked? Maybe middle school, before her father lost his job? [y/n] was bright and happy back then.  She talked to me all the time, even though I was just the shy kid at the back of the class.  

He walks closer to your classroom and looks inside.  What should I do for her? I have money, but that’s all I can give her.  How would I do it anyways? Ten approaches your desk, sitting your seat and looking around.  I bet she doesn’t have any friends…

Ten glances down at your notebook.  He peers closer, reading a list that you wrote titled:’art supplies”.

“This would be perfect,” he says out loud. Quickly, Ten covers his mouth and looks around worriedly, although no one is around. He grabs his phone from his picture and snaps a picture, then walks out of the room, whistling to himself.

——— (Your POV) ————

You slump into your seat, laying your head onto your desk.  You slide your backpack from your shoulders and sit up, stretching your arms above your head.  School starts so early… you muse to yourself as you stand up and walk to the back of your classroom.  You take the lock off of your locker, then gasp in surprise, stepping back quickly.  

Inside of your locker is a mountain of art supplies, with a card on the top of the pile reading: ‘We haven’t talked in a long time.  Maybe you remember me? But no hints~”

You pick up the card and stare at the writing.  I don’t recognize this handwriting, so I don’t think this is another prank.  You reach your hand into your locker, just about to pick up the beautiful colored pencils on top of the pile when someone behind you begins talking.

“Hey, [y/n].  What’s in your locker? Is it something cool?”

You shut your locker quickly and turn around, putting your back on your locker.  Minji and Eunjin stand in front of you,  looking at you suspiciously.  

“Got something good, [y/n]?”

Minji laughs.  “She doesn’t have anything.  She’s poor, remember?”

Eunjin laughs along with Minji, but steps forward.  “Let us see, huh?”

You open your mouth to respond to Eunjin when the school bell rings, ending your conversation.  Einjin and Minji smirk at you and return to their seats.  You sigh, then sit down.

At least Ill have a little bit of time to pretend that those supplies are mine.  Once they get inside of my locker, they are going to take them for sure…

Time passes quickly, and soon enough the bell for lunch rings.  You get up quickly and stand by your locker, trying not to draw attention to yourself.

Minji and Eunjin stand together with a girl from another classroom, talking animatedly.

“Yeah,” the other girl was saying. “There’s a new male student in my class and he’s really good looking.  As good looking as an idol! And his clothes are new and expensive looking.  Everything about him is perfect! He doesn’t talk much though…”

Eunjin and Minji smile at each other. “Let’s go see him.” Minji says.

“Of course,” Eunjin says happily. “But what about [y/n]?”

Minji turns to you, and you turn away quickly.  “Oh right, I almost forgot. Lets look in her locker first.”

You step in front of your locker and shake your head. Einjin laughs and Minji steps forward.

“Are you saying no to us right now?”  Minji laughs and tosses her hair. “Seems like you aren’t afraid of us anymore.  Aren’t we scary? Wanna get hit?”

Minji raises her hand and you flinch, closing your eyes in anticipation for the hit.  But for some reason, the blow never comes.  

You open your eyes and are surprised by the fact that there is someone standing in front of you, holding Minji’s raised wrist in their hand.

“Don’t hit her,” the boy says.  “Did something happen?”

Minji’s mouth forms an ‘o’ and her cheeks turn pink. “N-no…” she stammers.  Eunjin raises her hand to her mouth and stares at the boy standing in front of you in amazement.

You gasp as the boy turns around and touches your shoulder gently.  “Are you okay?” he asks.

He is handsome… The boy is tall with dark hair and pale skin.  His angular nose compliments his beautiful brown eyes, his eyes that vaguely seemed familiar…

“[y/n]?” The boy leaned closer to you. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

You shake your head slowly, dazed and confused. “No….” He knows my name…

You glance to your side and gasp again.  Female students are piled around the windows and are leaning into the doorframe of your classroom, probably trying to get a glance of the boy standing in front of you.

He looks in the same way that you are looking and looks on in surprise. He turns back to you and laughs. “Seems like you are pretty popular.  Do you get in fights often?”

You almost laugh out loud, but notice the innocent and open look in his eyes.  He’s not kidding around, he actually doesn’t know that they are here because of him…

“Ah… not really,” you say quietly.

The boy takes your hand and grins again.  “Let’s go then.”

As he pulls you away through the crowd of girls, all looking at him, you realize it.  The same beautiful eyes, the same radiant smile, the same open face, it all makes sense now.  Its him.

“Ten?” you ask.

Ten turns back to you and smiles. “Hi, [y/n]. I’m glad you remember me.”


Part 2



But i really live for their looks, noodle is lookin adorable, i like that shes dressed in her phase 2-3 style like the girl fking loves her black and white stripes man, russel looking DAPPER AF. The man has such fkin style this phase! He looks like he smells of expensive Cologne. YES. Murdoc is his usual old goth self and i want him to do bad things to me and im ashamed of myself. I feel bad for 2D he looks so uncomfy hes like why cant i sit next to russel, murdoc smells. But i love 2Ds squishy thighs. Im sorry. They look so squishable. He looks a lot better thicc i approve of this chubbier design. My poor blue boy we need to get him away from the pickle man. Im ranting so much but they look awesome and i love gorillaz so much.

Thoughts on CPD 4.17 "Remember the Devil"

1. Totally amazing!! They need more episodes like that. The action and the acting moved seamlessly throughout the entire episode. Everything flowed so well.
2. The funny banter between Ruzek and Atwater was priceless. And I totally want more of them. Oh, PJF it’s an honor to have you back!
3. Jay married??!! I’m so happy they went this route. It allows more things to be explored and it’s was so cute to watch Jay hide her from Erin.
4. The case was totally relevant and it had purpose. I want more episodes like this.
5. Erin driving like a maniac was priceless to see. And Jay’s look at her! Lol Jesse and Sophia play off each other so well!
6. I loved badass Voight, he’s returning slowly but surely! And I’ll be there every minute of it!
7. This episode was potentially the best episode that season 4 has done and the continuity was THERE. so props to the writers.
8. Elias played Olinsky’s grief so well that I couldn’t help tearing up. Hopefully it goes on for a while.
9. The end scene was beautiful. I loved that Jay left to get his head on straight and to be honest I’m glad they’ll be spending time apart. He needs to sort out his stuff and so does she. Props to Derek and the writers.

Ironic thoughts

So the top movie right now is Beauty and the Beast - a love story about a self-involved prince who never even thinks about anyone else, parties all the time, taxes his people into poverty/economic slavery/serfdom? and ends up cursed to be a Beast until a pretty and intelligent chick shows up on his doorstep and forces him to look at himself and rethink the world in order to deserve her love.   In the end, after many mistakes but also doing quite a few good actions, he manages to win her love and become a better person (though judging from the final scene of a big party, it may be that he actually still has to learn about excesses and his growth will be a continuing process more than the week or so that he spent with Belle).   People adore this movie.  It’s getting rave reviews.  

Comparison:  Supergirl right now has a love story about a self-involved prince from a planet where he never even thought about anyone else, partied all the time, profited from slavery and ends up alone on another planet where he winds up meeting a pretty and intelligent girl who forces him to look at himself and rethink the universe in order to deserve her love.  Fandom is split about whether he’s worthwhile or not.  People are hating on him or loving him. He’s gotten the girl but he’s made a lot of mistakes along the way.  He just keeps learning from them though.  Keeps trying to help out, has figured out that who he was, his Beast, was a pretty despicable guy and he wants to be better.  

I dunno.  Where’s the patience for Mon-el that the Beast gets?  

This may be a stupid comparison, but I’m sure seeing parallels between Mon-el and the Beast/Prince and Supergirl/Kara and Belle.

anonymous asked:

Any Andro/Maeve headcanons? :D (I imagine Maeve is the only one who can make Androxus smile under the mask …The bad kid and the grumpy fighter, who always catches and lifts her up by the collar of her coat, if she pranks him.)

Yes. I love this headcanon. 

- Androxus tries so hard not to look happier than normal while with Maeve. So damn hard. 

- Maeve teases Androxus way more than she should! He scolds her for it each time, but he secretly finds it fun.

- If anyone messes with Maeve or says she’s too young to be a champion, Androxus will beat them up. 

- The other champions fear the day that they team up against everyone else. 

- He’s like a big brother to her! 

Here’s a thought that doesn’t take a long time to say though

Everyone in the tags is going gaga over the banter and the growl at the very end and I hated it. I hated it so much. It made me want to fucking die

I hate her asking him to grow a beard!!! Judging him on the basis of who he is and not what he looks like is?? literally??? the fucking?? logline??? That’s the whole goddmamn fairy tale. It’s fucking ruined if actually, she found him attractive as a beast??? Because then “who could ever learn to love a beast” is answered with “an 18th century furry” instead of, you know, “a thoughtful person who got to know them” and that second thing! Is supposed to be! The moral! Of the original fairy tale!!!! And granted, I think the Disney version manages to go deeper than that, to more sophisticated themes and morals than that very surface level reading.

But I still don’t want fucking furry jokes?? Like god bless furries, may all decent furries have all the fun they want. But “Belle is furry” is a fandom joke; it’s not supposed to be canon! It’s contrary to the entire concept of this story! That’s the joke, and why it shouldn’t be in the actual real movie???



At least not without serious alteration. Like, I cringed when it happened because it was such blatant ADR, with digital alteration and sound effects. Like that growl was added in post and they didn’t even try to mix it well with the rest of the sound in the scene or make it sound like it was a real noise a human could make. I immediately felt a wave of embarrassment for everyone in the theater when I heard it. I’m happy for y’all that you enjoyed it, but I’m gonna be honest, I’m also kinda flabbergasted. Because 1) it was clearly fake and 2) why did we end the fucking movie on a goddamn furry joke.