he was just amazing this season

I have faith

I just finished watching the newest su episodes. I have no words. I’m literally just…speechless.

Watching the latest episodes was an amazing experience. But undoubtedly the best part of it was Lars.

He grew sooo much from the Lars we knew a couple of seasons ago. He and Steven are much closer now and he conquered his fear and really stepped up. He was..brave! Something he never thought he could be!

And you know what? Lars has officially become one of the best and relatable human characters in the show to me. And just look at the fandom! They love him now!

Honestly? If the crewniverse can make Lars, who was arguably the most hated human character, develop to become the most relatable, inspirational human character in the series? Then I have high amounts of faith in the crewniverse for Jasper’s, now confirmed, redemption arc! Let’s go!

mrgeekonthiswebsite  asked:

Can we get some Ojiro being a daredevil fanboy?

Ojiro:

  • Started out thinking it was just gonna be an alright series, he wasn’t expecting a lot really. 
  • He’d always been a fan of the comics, though not every single version, and thought it was time someone redeemed poor Matt Murdock from what Hollywood did to him.
  • Sits through the first ep like yeah this is pretty good.
  • Then
  • That scene
  • You know which one
  • One continuous take. 
  • He sat there losing his mind over how amazing the cinematography and the impact of the sound effects. He re-watches it at least 3 times over just to appreciate it all. 
  • So he fell in love with the show and watched it all in one go.
  • The Nobu fight scene is one of his kinks tbh
  • *chanting* Wilson Fisk
  • He just really loves that first season in all it’s glory; from artistic pov to narrative it was all really well put together. 
  • Season 2 happens.
  • He wants to hate The Punisher and everything he stands for but he’s just so cool and so amazingly played out. He considers him to be the highlight of season 2. 
  • *chanting* Wilson Fisk 
  • Loves most of the villains for this series. Enjoys it as a whole. Is more excited for The Defenders than season 3. 
ghosts from long ago

Anonymous said:hello, i was wondering if you could write a jon snow imagine where the reader travels to The Wall with Sansa and Brienne and reunites with Jon and they have a very sweet,touching and fluffy moment once they are alone. Btw your blog is amazing ❤️ 

& Anonymous said:Could I have an imagine where the reader is the Starks cousin and is married to Ramsay instead of Sansa and she has the whole reunion moment instead? love the blog btw 

a/n: thought putting these requests together would be a good idea! who else is so pumped for season seven? as always enjoy! and if you have a request just send it in! 

pairing: jon snow x reader 


He was saddling his horse when she found him, her breath rapid and her legs wobbling as she ran towards him. The sun was shining on the grounds of Winterfell and in more ways than one the gods had fashioned it for a beautiful day. But underneath the glow of summer was a bitter cold that chilled the Arryn girl to the bone.

Robb Stark was marching her way, his eyes glassy and the plump bottom of his lip quivering slightly. He had said his goodbyes already. That fact was certain in his face. He tried to regain his composure as he caught her eyes, blue on blue, the iciness of their image beautiful against the beaming sun.

“He’s doing what he thinks is right” he told her, gently grabbing her arm as she strode past. Her eyes flickered to his face and in a moment he felt his heart falter inside his chest. This was what true pain looked like, he thought, this was what a broken heart looked like.

All month that’s all that anyone had told her. Her Aunt Cat had tried explaining why such a thing should happen, and even Sansa had stressed the fact why it was so important. The only other person who seemed to share the same rage and pain was Arya, but she was too young to understand just how much this would change everything.

“It’s not right” she told her cousin, shaking her head and causing the inherited Tully auburn hair to bristle against her waist.

“You just don’t understand” his voice wasn’t condescending or harsh, but it stung her nonetheless. No, you don’t understand. The words were on her lips she knew, but she held them back. He had told the same thing to her often enough these past days, but she was tired of their repetition. No one understood how hard this was. But Robb stayed quiet and just let his eyes linger on hers for a moment, all his unsaid things swimming in them.

She just pulled her arm away from her cousin and made her way over to where the black haired boy was fiddling with the straps on his horse. It felt like her feet were stuck in tar as she walked, each step heavy with a burden she knew she’d carry for a lifetime. 

“Jon” she called to him, her voice wavering and shaking more than the leaves of the weirwood that shook in the summers breeze. He stopped what he was doing then, leather gloved hands stalling their movements as he heard her voice. She swallowed thickly, her mouth feeling dry with each hammering beat of her heart and she thought it would altogether stop when he turned those coal black eyes to hers. 

“Lady y/n” he replied deeply, that honest courtesy trickling from his voice. She hated it. The way he said it made her feel like she was better than him in every way, but she wasn’t. 

“Jon why are you doing this?” she asked him, balling her skirts in her hands and not caring that her shoes were now kissed with mud as she stood closer to him. She could see it in his face, that exasperation, that impatient mask settling over his handsome features. 

“I’ve told you already. My place isn’t here, it’s with my uncle Benjen. At the Wall” he didn’t look at her when he said it because deep down she knew he didn’t really believe it. 

“The Wall is no place for a highborn like you” the girl told him, jutting out her chin in defiance, but all Jon done in response was stare at her with a sadness in his eyes that she had learned was permanent. He was a young boy, nearly a man grown, but he carried more weariness and troubles than most his age. He’d never felt accepted here, not really, and somehow he thought that his place lay with the black crows of the Night’s Watch. 

“I’m not a highborn” he told her, pulling the strap of the saddle roughly once more and then he turned to her “it seems that you’re the only person in the whole North that forgets that I’m a bastard” 

“I hate that word” y/n told him with all the disgust clear in her tone. 

“It doesn’t matter whether you hate or love it, that’s who I am. That won’t change” Jon said, his black eyes looking deep into hers and the wild dark curls atop his head rustled in the breeze. He already had the darkness of the Night’s Watch within his features. But his heart was not black. His heart was wild and untamed just like the North. Just like Winterfell. 

“You belong here. You belong with your family” she was pleading she knew, but deep within her nothing cringed at the desperation of it. 

“Lady Catelyn cannot stand the sight of me, and Sansa refers to me as her half brother every chance she gets. I am not a Stark, nor will I ever be. I do not fit in, and no matter how many times I hunt along with father or Robb, no matter how many times I play with Arya and Bran and Rickon I will never be one of them” he said “one day we will all have to grow up. My Lord Father will pass this legacy to Robb and his children will grow strong here. Not mine, not me” 

“Think about what you’re giving up. The Wall is full of rapers and thieves and murderers, you’re made for more than that Jon” those Tully blue eyes he dreamed about filled with tears, and they alone would have made him stay if his mind had not been so concrete. 

He hated hurting her, and leaving her was harder than leaving Arya or even Robb. He loved Winterfell, he loved every grey and ancient brick that held it together. He loved every horrible and fascinating smell that accompanied it, and every twist and turn of the wolfswood. He had always loved the summers here, when Lady Lysa’s eldest child had come to visit, just like she had done this summer after her fathers death. She now stood before him with her lips trembling so much she had to bite them to stop. 

Gods he loved this place. He loved her. But it had never been home, not really. It hadn’t belonged to him like a home should. Maybe somewhere deep in his mind he knew his real home wasn’t those grey bricks, but the heart that beat beneath the blue silk of y/ns gown. Maybe his real home was cherry colored lips and red hair. Leaving all of that behind was harder than anything.

In a perfect world, one where the gods had never created the idea of bastards, he would have liked to marry her. He would have taken her as his wife and they could have been happy, just like she had made him happy the first time she had kissed him under the weirwood tree. 

Jon was going as far North as he could go, but no time nor distance could ever make him forget that moment. He would live in that moment for the rest of his days. 

“I’m not giving up anything” he lied harshly, taking up his horses reins and attempting to steer his gelding across the yard but y/ns pale hand came out and pressed against the horses neck, prompting him to stop. 

“You don’t have to hide away for the rest of your life just because you think it’s better for everyone else. I don’t care if you’re a bastard. I don’t care if you’re name is Snow. I don’t care” 

“You’re a Tully of Riverrun and an Arryn of The Vale. You’re father was Hand to the King, you’re mother now sits in The Eyrie. You’re highborn, and someday you’ll marry some lord or a prince. Not a bastard” Jon told her, giving her a look that meant he was done with arguing, and her face fell in defeat at the sight of it. He gave a deep sigh as he looked at her, praying to the gods that his memory would be sharp enough to sustain the image of her in his mind forever. He could feel the memory of her kiss on his lips, feel the trace her fingertips had left on his skin as they feathered against his cheeks. 

She was already a memory. Already a ghost, just like him. Two ghosts from long ago and time hadn’t even passed yet. He contemplated his next words, trying to battle with saying them aloud. They would hurt too much he knew, but what did it matter when she was hurting so much already?

“I love you” he spoke gently “I know I’m only a boy, but I know I love you. But I can never give you what you need. I can’t marry you or give you children because they’ll be bastards too. I have to go, my place is with the Night’s Watch now and your place is here” 

Your place is here. He had said it, and she had said nothing. He climbed onto his horse when he saw the rest of the men mount theirs. Lord Eddard looked on his bastard son and his niece with a contemplating look as he sat on top of his horse. So like Catelyn, he thought, and Jon so much like me. But he knew their story wouldn’t have the beginning he and Cat had. Jon would leave today, but he would not return for her. 

“I meant the words I said” Jon spoke from atop his gelding “and I’ll always mean them”

As the back of his horse rode away it was like all the years ahead of her rushed forward. She saw herself older and fairer, a woman grown just like those ladies at court. It was strange to imagine the future without Jon Snow, to know that one day she would look for him and he would not be there. He would be guarding the realms of men from terrors beyond the wall. But what terrors would she face without him? When she was a woman what would happen to her without him? What was her life without him? 

Something inside her answered, deep and sorrowful, and then she knew no matter what happened, nothing would ever hurt more than this.  How can something break me when I’ve been broken for so long? 


The gate had seemed so foreboding in her dreams. It had loomed up high and vaulted, with skulls of crows and wildlings spiked at the top. She had imagined the pale and hollow faces of men in black cloaks guarding the gate with eyes like the darkest pits. She’d had nightmares about Castle Black for years, and it still haunted her. It was the place the only man she had ever loved had gone and hidden away. This place had taken him from her, and in her dreams she had hated it. 

It didn’t look like that in waking life however. The gate was high, and vaulted with iron, but no skulls rested on top of it. It was not unapproachable, and dead like men did not guard it. 

Brienne of Tarth rode behind her, and Podrick Payne was on her right, both with pursed and tight expressions. No one knew who waited behind the gates, no one knew if they’d be welcomed. A ghost from her memories haunted Castle Black, and her blood was cold at the idea of seeing him again. 

Almost everyone she had ever loved were ghosts now. Her Lord Uncle Ned, her beloved Aunt Catelyn whom she had loved more than she had ever loved her own mother. The Lady Lysa was a ghost now too, but she had not grieved for her like the others, not like she had grieved for Robb or for her grandfather. 

She was haunted, yes, but she carried on. She had done the same thing when Petyr Baelish had taken her from The Eyrie and back to Winterfell. How she had been so naive to think she was going to be safe, but instead she’d been married to a monster. 

They can not break me, she had told herself, not when I’ve been broken for so long. 

Somewhere in the distance there was a shout behind the walls, and the deafening creak of the gates sounded among the snow as it opened for them. For the first time in so long, hope rang clear throughout her fragile body. She was no longer within reach of Ramsay, she was far away from his abuse. 

Her horse was slow, clumsy with tiredness as it rode in ahead of Brienne and Pod. Everywhere she looked eyes were on them, and curiosity and intrigue seemed to light up every pair. She looked for him in her hazy state, euphoria and a heavy relief making her drunk as she sat on her horse but he was not there. He’s a ghost, she thought, maybe he never existed at all. It had been so long since she’d seen him. 

She fell from her horse on wobbling legs, holding onto the saddle to steady herself and her eyes looked around for him. The world seemed grey and white, and then all of a sudden there he was, like a raven against the falling snow. 

He stood atop a balcony, his face and eyes holding every whisper of disbelief that he had buried within himself. He stood still with those eyes locked on hers. She had expected a ghost, but Jon Snow was very much real as he made his way towards her. 

Maybe she was in a dream and not really here. Maybe she had fallen asleep under some tree or other on the kingsroad and was tormenting herself with imagining Jon. But she didn’t care, because it felt real and a dream would be better than the harsh reality she had lived in for so long.

They looked at one another as she stopped in front of him, and she was allowed to see how different he had become. He was broader, and taller and his crow black curls were pulled back in a leather string. He looked like his father, proud and strong, and he was more handsome now than ever. But in all the ways that mattered he was still the same Jon Snow who had left her all those years ago.

And it was that Jon Snow she ran to now. 

She threw her arms around him and he held her tight in his, their bodes pressed together like the snow pressed against the earth. He was warm despite the ice in the air and for the first time in months she felt warm, and safe. In that moment all the tragedy that had befallen her family did not weigh on her mind. She did not grieve for dead loved ones, or weep with worry for her cousins that were missing. The fear that her husband had caused her, and all the aching bruises inside and outside her body that he had put there seemed to vanish. There was no war, no Iron Throne. 

Just her and Jon. 

She had been broken so long ago, but as Jon Snow held her against him all those broken pieces mended themselves in his arms. 

note: it is late here and I had no energy to proof read this so apologies for any mistakes! Also tell me what you guys think, and maybe another part is in order? 

I was rewatching “Escape from Beta Traz” and like this fucking scene

Pidge is just like “Lance, you’re gonna need to get a scan of his face” like it’s the easiest thing in the world and if it were any other idk SANE person they would’ve at least been like “wtf pidge have you seen this guy like he’s terrifying and also how the fuck am I gonna scan HIS FACE from this distance hidden away without him fucking noticing me”

But Lance, CLASS CLOWN LANCE, just says “Copy that” and gets down to business

HE IS A SHARPSHOOTER IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE I MEAN HE REALLY ONLY HAS LIKE A 3 SECOND WINDOW TO AIM AND SCAN FROM THIS DISTANCE

HE SHOOTS THIS BLINDING ASS LIGHT WITH ZERO HESITATION AND LIKE

IN 0.00001456933 SECONDS THIS BITCH TURNS AROUND

But Lance used his fast leggys and hid himself like wtf I’m so proud of him. He is so smart and good and has amazing reflexes and is a quick thinker and doesn’t hesitate when people need him.

And he is like so relieved that he actually did the thing but doesn’t gloat or bask in his moment he just sends Pidge the face like NO PROBLEM “Face on the way Pidge” THAT WASNT RISKY AT ALL. WHATEVER. ALL IN A DAYS WORK.

MY SON GETS SHIT DONE AND THIS MISSION WOULD HAVE COMPLETELY FAILED WITHOUT HIM FOR SO MANY REASONS

Why the SPN mixtape scene from 12x19 is screenwriting gold, and should be taught to the next generations of screenwriters everywhere - analysis

20 seconds. Two lines of dialogue, three gestures, a couple more camera angles. Episode 19, season 12 of a genre TV show “Supernatural”. A single strike of screenwriting and cinematic genius. The mixtape scene.

Robert Berens and Meredith Glynn, I bow before you.

This scene should be used as an example for future screenwriters how you can put maximum of meaning into minimal time and dialogue. Should be analyzed and taught at universities everywhere, how to achieve the most using the least. How to write for TV, where you only have less than an hour to built something spectacular.

WOW.

Let’s just peel off all the layers of these 20 seconds of footage and these 13 words. 13 WORDS.

(Cas knocks, Dean doesn’t say anything. Cas opens the door, apologizes for disturbing Dean in his room, and then takes a cassette tape out of his left inside coat pocket, and puts it on the desk, while tapping the label on it that says “Deans (sic!) top 13 Zepp traxx”.)

Cas: Um, I just wanted to return this.

Dean: It’s a gift. You keep those.

13 tracks. 13 words. The future. So number thirteen is important for the future. I mean, are you trying to tell us something here, writers?

(Dean takes the tape, oustreches his arm, and gives it back to Cas. We see Cas’ hand grabbing the tape, and taking it back.)

That tiny scene is ENORMOUS from the perspective of the narrative and the characterization. Let’s see what we can get out of it. (Prepare yourself: it’s gonna be long. Damn, how much meta can you write based on 20 seconds of television and two lines of dialogue?) (Hint: A lot.)

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Ok but consider: the black lion doesn’t let Keith in. Not because she (She? He? They?) doesn’t think Keith is worthy or anything, but because she can tell Keith doesn’t want to. Keith, of course, wants to honor Shiro’s request that he lead Voltron (even though he really doesn’t want to). But Black won’t let him in. Because two of the most important things you need to be a leader? The willingness to lead, and a team willing to follow. And Keith isn’t really willing to lead.

But, there is someone on Voltron who really wants to prove himself a worthy part of the team. Lance. And the black lion senses this, and so opens up to Lance. Lance, who is doubtful, but who also keeps a cool head under pressure when it really counts. Lance, who is willing to do anything to prove his worth, unless it jeopardizes the team, the mission. Lance, who was the head of the Garrison team, who can be a leader, who is willing to lead.

And so Black choses Lance. Keith stays in Red, and Allura pilots Blue.

And when they rescue Shiro, at first he’s all ‘great job Keith’ and Keith just says ‘no. That was Lance.’ And Shiro is shocked because this near flawless rescue/decimating a good chunk of the Galra forces came from Lance. So he goes up to Lance and tells him ‘great job leading, that was an amazing plan. I’m proud of you, Lance.’ And Lance, precious thing, smiles that soft, sincere, simile.

I think as a fandom we don’t talk enough about Bitty in the NHL.

I mean, I know he loves pies but he does love Hockey. There’s a lot of stuff in year one about how Jack plays better with Bittle on his line - the coaches say it and Bob suggests it on the parents weekend too. It seems like the kind of thing Georgia Martin might pick up on. And she’s a little hesitant because she KNOWS about Jack and Bitty and doesn’t want to mess with relationship dynamics but…

So Bitty gets drafted to the HNL. Or, rather, spends half a season playing for the AHL: raising his fitness levels and getting some help getting over the final bits of his checking fear. Then someone’s injured and he’s called up and when he gets on a line with Jack it’s just as magic as always.

They are amazing on the ice together. You can almost feel all the people who’ve inevitably criticise Bitty for being too small or too ‘delicate’ going quiet when they realise just how fucking good he and Jack are together on the ice.

And it’s great for Jack and Bitty. No Bitty at home alone for a lump of the season, when Jack’s off playing, Bitty’s right there with him. A five game roadie is still hell but it’s less hell when you’re boyfriend’s there every night to tell you hs loves you. They sit together on the plane and bus and room together (obviously) and it’s pretty awesome. And they bring a kind of stability to the team which really helps.

Then, in Bitty’s first full year of the NHL, they win the Stanley Cup.

Bitty gets the winning goal. With 30 seconds on the clock.

And he’s flashing back to the Yale game in their first year of college because he KNOWS how much winning means to Jack. So he turned to look for him on the ice when the wistle blows and Jack is just there grinning and lifting Bitty up into his arms and kissing him in front of the cameras and the Stanley Cup and everyone because he is so fucking proud of Bitty for that goal.

And then they’re basically like hockey royalty and super famous and in love and they have their cup day on their wedding day and then they have to win another cup together so they can put their baby in it and it’s awesome.

“We keep him because he’s fun”

Man, I really loved the new episode. I actually saw it three times in a row, haha. So I drew this Morty real quick so we don’t forget about him. He is just so beautiful ❤

  • Matt in October: omg pumpkins are just the best I love them
  • Matt on Valentines Day: omg man candy is just the best I mean it literally beats everything else wow
  • Matt on the first day of spring: omg guys plants!!! they are?? just?? amazing??? yay photosynthesis!!! :D

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turning me on | jeff atkins

anon request: can i request a jeff atkins imagine with #8 and #33? maybe jeff took his girlfriend (reader) to a party with him and you could take it from there. thank you!

8) “you’re turning me on.”

33) “come sit on my lap.”

warnings: fluff, almost smut

a/n: ok but that gif is so hot. FIRST IMAGINE OF MY BBY <3

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can we just. take a moment to appreciate how amazing yuuri katsuki is? like truly. he is. amazing. can we please talk about how hard he works at maintaining a peak physique for skating? can we please talk about how endearing his love for food is? can we please talk about how amazing and brilliant he is for skating to the victor nikiforov’s free program in his off season to near perfection when he isn’t at what’s considered the ideal physique for figure skating? can we please talk about how he’s the top men’s skater in japan and most likely owned japanese nationals and like. every competition in the junior division? 

and not only that, but yuuri katsuki made it to the grand prix while getting his college degree and studied in america for five years while ranking high enough in competitions and making it to the grand prix final. and the only reason he flubbed was because he went through a lot? his dog died, he binge ate and just… he wasn’t at his best and oh he’s just so scared and anxious of letting people down and blames himself for things he just can’t control and honestly like?? give him?? a hug?? the biggest hug??

and despite all that, he still got back up again, still got himself out of his slump. he trained his ass off, got to work, made the most of his time with victor and is still! making the most! of his time with victor! he’s just so good! amazing! iconic! everything i aspire to be! i love him! i love yuuri katsuki!

anonymous asked:

I know we're all dead but can we talk about how cute it was that he said thank you when she took her top off? And how intimate that moment was when he just took a second to look at her, to breathe her in, to confirm that this was really happening? Cause of death: Olicity.

Oliver was the perfect gentleman throughout that entire scene. 

Starting from the beginning, he was… everything. He was a man who was clearly still in love with this woman, but he’d also heard her last season when she said she was, for all intents and purposes, done. He was a man who was willing to get every tiny scrap of her natural sunlight, no matter what the cost for himself. Y’all are lying to yourselves if Felicity wasn’t doing exactly what Curtis suggested when the idea of her trying the salmon ladder came about. She’s all cute and flirty and doing something that shows a lot of skin, and yet, the entire time, Oliver was just so sweet. He didn’t push it, he didn’t take what are pretty obvious signs, he didn’t do anything without her explicit permission and direction. They went through two bottles of wine, my friends, they were quite a few sheets to the wind and still, he was the perfect gentleman. Even when she asked him to help her down, when he grabbed her waist, when he held her close, letting her down gently, cradling her like she’s the most important thing in his entire world (she is)…

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He was just… 

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… so Oliver and so respectful and I loved it so much.

But then it gets better.

Felicity finally makes the first move, she kisses him and remember the way he responded? 

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(wow they kiss really well like damn well done a+)

He gives it his all because that’s all he wants to give her. He messed up so much in the past, and while the source of those issues are deeply buried and require a fucking bulldozer to unearth, it doesn’t change that it effectively ruined the best thing in his life. But now, now he has her back and it’s everything. Yes, the wine has stripped their inhibitions, but it just scratched off the surface, revealing what they’ve always, always wanted.

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(This was cute af, anon, I so agree. He’s so totally getting swept up in the sensation of having her in his arms again, of kissing her, tasting her, feeling her, and it’s intoxicating. It takes over everything, leaving no room for anything but continuing to feel those wonderful things. We see that in the way he suddenly spins her, with so much intent, so much purpose - I know I’m not the only one who thought that was going somewhere else - but then he’s so painfully gentle with her. He could absolutely rip her sweater to pieces if he wanted to and he knew she probably wouldn’t complain one bit until later, but he didn’t, because remember, this is the Oliver who has been in love with this woman forever and he lost her and he’s been respecting her wishes in not pursuing a relationship and suddenly she’s here and she’s with him, but that doesn’t change where they are mentally, where he’s at mentally. (Wow, tangent.) It’s marked with that soft, adorable smile of his - that happy smile of his - and the way he says, “Thank you.” It’s really as if he’s thanking her for giving them this chance again.)

And then…

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The passion is back, brimming over, all-consuming, burning them from the insides out, taking over everything, pulling them together like the magnets that they are…

But that’s not all it’s about, not quite. It’s about that, oh yes, but it’s also about connecting again, not just physically but emotionally and mentally, with their very souls. This isn’t just physical for Oliver, nor is it for Felicity, which is what he needs to double check, he needs to see, to make sure that… 

Well, that this is happening, that it’s what he thinks it is, that she’s on the same page, that she wants this, that she wants it as badly as he does, that she’s doing it for the same reasons, that… 

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(the way he whispers her name, a gasp, a breathless plea… a prayer…)

He has to make sure. He has to. One, because it’s Oliver and when it comes to Felicity, there’s never been a halfway. 

Which is so very interesting considering what happened tonight - thinking about it from Oliver’s perspective, he honestly thought he was giving Felicity everything he could. He didn’t know at the time that he was only giving half of himself, only giving her the pieces he felt worthy of her, not realizing that he was hiding things from her, all under the guise of trying to protect her, in his own warped way. He has been broken, in his mind, for so long, but it’s only when he’s whole within himself that he can finally be with her, which we’re finally seeing, thank goodness.

He’s all in or he’s all out and he needs to know that Felicity is there with him.

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But not a simple “Are you sure this is what you want,” no, it’s more than that.

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It’s about them, and their love for each other.

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And there it is. She’s right there with him, her love for him shining through, bathing him in its purity, a cleansing feeling that shines light in the darkest corners of his being (even if he doesn’t recognize it until much much much later). 

Cause of death: Olicity 

Indeed, anon. Indeed.

even’s face in this clip just transported me back to all those scenes from season three, in the locker room and in the hallway and in isak’s bed, when he couldn’t bring himself to say things out loud but was emoting so so much that you could feel his distress and knew he was holding back. henrik is amazing

(Zimbits, AU, 3.7K, click “read more” for the whole fic.)


Thanks. You can put it on the counter in the kitchen.”

That had been Jack’s first mistake.

It wasn’t so much the words he said, but rather the fact that he’d said them in French.

However, to Jack’s credit, he had been in the middle of revising a chapter when he’d heard the knock on his door, and the fact that he hadn’t had any caffeine yet due to the broken coffee maker had thrown off his entire morning.

He had been expecting Georgia, the lady he rented the cabin from, to be standing on his door step. However, instead of the landlord, he got a blond guy with wide, brown eyes staring back at him.

There was a sort of gurgle of surprise and a nervous giggle from the other guy for a moment before he blurted, “Hi, I’m your new housekeeper!”

Jack raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything in his confusion. Francine, Georgia’s wife, usually stopped by once every couple of days to tidy up the place, but neither of the two ladies had mentioned anything about a new hire.

Jack must have been lost in thought for a moment too long because the other guy took this as a sign that Jack didn’t speak English. “Uh, you know, cleaning?” He mimed a sweeping action and then pointed at Jack. “Ummm, je… travaille pour Georgia?” he said in a truly horrendous accent.

Jack gave an impatient nod of his head.

Je m’appelle Eric or you can call me Bitty. Actually, je m’appelle Bitty,” he said proudly with his hand out.

There was something about the other guy’s candidness that made Jack pause, or maybe he had been trapped in a cabin for too long, but he reached out and took the handshake.

It’s nice to meet you,” Jack replied in French.

And that had been his second mistake.

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Voltron Seasons 1-2 except it’s just Hunk Garrett being smart and important

I spent around 10 hours getting this done, half rewatching and gathering scenes from Voltron and the other half compiling and rendering, because I believe that Hunk deserves more love and appreciation for how intelligent and talented and overall amazing he is.

Out of a total of approximately 597 minutes excluding intros and credits, I’m kind of disappointed that this doesn’t even add up to a regular episode’s length so I’m really hoping he gets more spotlight in future seasons ♥

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Can we talk about how amazing Hernando is for a minute? When Lito is depressed he tries to cheer him up, but quickly realizes that’s not the way to help him. He accepts that he can’t fix Lito’s career troubles, that he can’t just make him feel better with a pep-talk and a positive attitude. He doesn’t tell Lito to cheer up, to go for a walk, to get over it. Instead he goes to his room, brings him breakfast and tells him “You don’t need to get up. You don’t need to leave this room. I’m not judging you, or trying to fix it, or tell you what to do. I just wanted you to know that I love you.  And that you aren’t alone.” And that’s really all Lito needs.

Guess who just got murdered~

Some sketches for my favorite dorito shaped demon, rest in pieces lol

Shiro Meta: “I want you to lead Voltron”

So a lot of people have been talking about why Shiro chose Keith to lead Voltron if anything happened to him. I’ve seen this attributed to Shiro’s favouritism or bias towards Keith, but I have another take on things: Shiro’s choice of Keith as his successor reflects his own insecurities about his suitability as leader.

We know Shiro harbours serious doubts about his ability to lead Voltron. In 1x09 Shiro hears Sendak’s voice in his head telling him “Did you really think a monster like you could be a Voltron Paladin?” And in 2x03 when Allura tells him: “You are the Black Paladin now, not Zarkon,” Shiro disagrees: “Yeah, well - the Black Lion may have a different take on the matter.”

See this? This is the face of a man who fully expects to get spat out of his Lion again at any moment. (If you want a really long and interesting meta about Shiro’s relationship with the Black Lion following the S1 finale, read {it’s all about trust} by @headspacedad)

Coming out of that battle with Zarkon in 1x11, Shiro no longer knows if the Black Lion trusts him, or if he can trust her. And it’s easy to see why: the Black Lion forcibly ejected him from the cockpit in the middle of battle. He thought they’d bonded; now it seems like they haven’t.

{relationship status: IT’S COMPLICATED}

But his insecurities go deeper than that: during that climactic battle at the end of season 1, not only was Shiro ejected from his own Lion, he also had a full-blown panic attack onboard the Galra ship and had to be rescued by Hunk and Allura. Allura - the person he’d come to rescue in the first place - ended up saving him.

Right after this battle, an injured Shiro crash-lands on an alien planet and tells Keith: “If I don’t make it out of here - I want you to lead Voltron.” And it’s not just because he’s injured. He thinks he’s failed as a leader. And in that moment, he probably fully expects the Black Lion to reject him again. Or maybe he expects Allura to take him aside and just quietly tell him “Look, it’s not working out. We need to pick someone else as the Black Paladin.” Because how can you lead Voltron if you can’t even keep control of your own Lion? How can you lead Voltron if you panic in the middle of battle?

For the record: I think Shiro is DEAD WRONG and he’s an amazing leader and I have so many feelings about how great Shiro is and what it means to see a mentally ill character in a leadership role but I DIGRESS. The point is: Shiro spends much of season 2 battling his own feelings of inadequacy about his position as Black Paladin.

Shiro’s line that “The Black Lion may have a different take on the matter” reflects his own belief that the Black Lion doesn’t want him as a Paladin. He thinks she’d rather have someone else - someone who’s less of a walking disaster. And again: I really don’t think she does, and I have SO MANY THOUGHTS about this that I will probably write up at some point, but that’s not the point. The point is Shiro firmly believes that he’s not good enough to be the Black Paladin, and that the Black Lion would rather be piloted by someone else.

Someone like Keith.

Remember that battle at the end of season 1? Whilst Shiro was getting spat out of the Lion and having a panic attack, Keith was doing this:

Yep, just casually taking on Zarkon one-on-one, without hesitation. Not only does Keith intervene to save the Black Lion from Zarkon’s grasp - he also fights Zarkon head-to-head, repeatedly charging back into the attack with no regard for his own safety.

Shiro must have seen and heard this and thought: “That’s the kind of Paladin the Black Lion deserves. That’s the kind of Paladin she wants.” A brave and decisive leader, not a hot mess. Someone who’ll charge at Zarkon head-first; who can keep it together in the midst of battle. Shiro thinks he should have been the one battling Zarkon, not Keith. As Black Paladin and leader of Voltron, he should have been the one to charge at Zarkon and try and take him down. Instead, he was having a panic attack, and Keith was the one who stepped up.

Shiro chooses Keith to be the next leader of Voltron because he thinks Keith is the kind of leader Voltron needs, and the kind of Paladin the Black Lion deserves.

It doesn’t particularly matter that this choice doesn’t make a lot of sense, or that the team might be better off with a more cool-headed and thoughtful leader. This is not a rational decision on Shiro’s part. It’s a decision rooted in his own insecurities. His decision-making is flawed: not because of bias or favouritism, but because of his own sense of inadequacy. He looks at Keith and sees someone who will take on Zarkon without hesitation. He looks at himself and sees a failure. And he concludes that Keith is the kind of Paladin the Black Lion wants - that she would rather have Keith than him.

And the Black Lion spends most of season 2 proving him wrong, but that’s a meta for another day.

(thank you @bentfire for the screencaps btw)