how dare this show

do you know what i want?

i want an lgbt+ tv show/movie that’s not a drama

i want a how i met your mother to be about a pansexual ted mosby and the running joke is that barney’s offended ted doesn’t find him attractive

i want a legally blonde to be about a lipstick lesbian who goes to law school to get her girlfriend back

i want a that ‘70s show where jackie is bisexual and between dating kelso and hyde she brings her ugly ass girlfriends with her to hang out with the gang (because there’s no way she can have a woman in her life prettier than herself)

i want a 13 going on 30 where jenna rink wakes up to be 30 years old and his name is michael rink and he still falls in love with matty from the house next door

i want a parks & recreation where ann perkins is asexual but still becomes pregnant via artificial insemination because ann is perfect and would be the best mother in the history of ever

being lgbt+ doesn’t have to be the focal point of a movie or show

like i understand it’s still a pretty bold move in media but like i’m just getting sick of all of the representation being the ultra dramatic main premise of it all

there are so many lgbt+ dramas. just give me my sitcom.

That one fake Rick’s haircut felt awfully familiar.

day 18: alya’s notp

When someone sent in the link to the celebrity gossip article with that picture in it, Alya immediately ran out of her house, already calling Marinette on speed dial.

“Do not google Adrien or Ladybug until I get there!” Alya ordered as soon as she heard the phone pick up. She ran down the street, hoping to get to Marinette’s place before—

“Too late,” Marinette replied, voice faint, and Alya cursed.

Finally reaching her destination, Alya flung open the bakery door, shouted “Hi Mme Cheng Hi M. Dupain gottatalktoMarinettebyeeeeeee!” as she shot past the startled customers to reach the house part of the building, took the three flights of stairs two steps at a time, slammed open the trap door to Marinette’s room, and froze at the sight of Marinette curling into herself in front of her computer screen.

A screen which very clearly showed a photo of Ladybug kissing Adrien.

“Oh, Marinette,” Alya sighed. She walked over to her best friend, pulling up a chair next to Marinette, and pulling her into a hug. “Ladybug doesn’t hold a candle to you, girl. You’ll snatch Adrien right up from under her nose.”

Marinette let out a laugh that was on the worrying side of hysterical, burying her head in Alya’s shoulder.

“You don’t believe me?” Alya asked, and petted Marinette when she shook her head no, face and hands still pressed into Alya’s shirt. “Okay, tell me—who’s the one who keeps showering Adrien in gifts?”

“Me,” came the muffled reply.

“Who’s the one who shares Adrien’s taste in music and video games?” Alya continued.

“Me.”

“Who’s the one who destroyed their classmates’ dreams of fame and glory to get a chance at Adrien?”

Marinette snorted before answering, “Me.”

“Who went from snubbing Adrien to completely denying any feelings for him to practising kissing with his magazine photos in one week?

Lifting her head, Marinette glared at Alya with a blush that reached the tips of her ears. “Alya, you promised you wouldn’t bring that up!!”

“Marinette, as the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed, it’s definitely going into my maid of honour speech at your and Adrien’s wedding.”

Groaning at Alya’s snickers, Marinette leaned back in her chair, sliding her eyes to the side to stare at the photo of Ladybug and Adrien.

“She kissed him because he saved someone from an akuma,” Alya offered.

“I know,” says Marinette, before she stiffens. “U-uh because of the article! That I totally read!!” she said, waving her hands.

Alya nodded, trying to think of what else she could say to assure Marinette that all hope wasn’t lost.

Ladybug was an actual, honest-to-goodness superhero, and Adrien seemed really into that kiss, if the after photo of him on knees as he watched Ladybug swing away was any indication.

“Ladybug may have her Lucky Charms, but you got me,” Alya finally said, resting her hands on Marinette’s shoulders. “And believe me, whatever else Ladybug has, it’s nothing compared to you, girl. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever met, and Adrien is going to fall for you the second you get his attention.”

“Alya…,” Marinette began, sniffing. “You’re pretty amazing too.” She clenched her hands in front of her in determined little fists. It was as inspiring as it was adorable. “Okay! It’s decided! I’ll keep trying to get him to notice me as Marinette!”

“Yeah!” Alya cheered.

“And I’ll definitely print out that photo of Ladybug and Adrien!”

“Y-yeah?”

“And keep it with me for whenever I need inspiration!!”

“Uh…”

By the time Alya gathered her thoughts, Marinette was already halfway to printing the photo.

  • Me : *washes my face frequently*
  • Me : *washes my makeup off completely*
  • Me : *uses face masks to care for my skin*
  • Me : *drinks water to stay hydrated*
  • Me : *moisturizes*
  • Skin : *allows one tiny pimple to show*
  • Me : You ungrateful fucking child. How dare you. After all I've given you, this is how you repay me?

honestly what the fuck are you all doing? an exo8 comeback is definitely not what we wanted but you’re seriously going to go around saying you won’t support the comeback and that exo can “keep it”??? we’re all sad that he won’t be there but I won’t throw away the hard work of the other members because of this. Yixing is in exo, he’s not leaving. He should not be punished for skipping this comeback but the other 8 members should not be punished too. It’s not their fault. Exo needs to have a comeback, it’s been more than a year since their last studio album. They can’t go in the SM basement. They took so much time off, they rested but now it’s time to have a comeback. They need to stay relevant and they need the support from fans. Seeing comments like “where is Lay?” on Sehun’s last ig update is so stupid like, why are you doing this to him? He’s posting pics (or comeback spoilers) for THE FANS and all you do is ask something that wasn’t up to him and saddens him more than it saddens us

“It’s Been a Long Time” Sentence Starters

Muse A and Muse B haven’t seen each other in years.  Put one of these sentences in my ask to have your muse react to seeing my muse again after such a long time.

  • “It’s been awhile.”
  • “I can explain.”
  • “You’re supposed to be dead.”
  • “How did you get here?”
  • “Please don’t leave me again.”
  • “I need you to tell me the truth about where you’ve been.”
  • “I never thought I’d see you again.”
  • “I’m so glad I’ve finally found you!”
  • “Whatever rock you crawled out from under, you should crawl back.  Now!”
  • “Well, look what the cat dragged in!”
  • “I never thought I’d be so happy to see you.”
  • “Do you remember me at all?”
  • “Why didn’t you let me know you were okay?”
  • “Well, fancy seeing you again!”
  • “I never stopped looking for you.”
  • “What are you doing here?”
  • “I know you said you never wanted to see me again, but - ”
  • “Please don’t pretend like you don’t know me!’
  • “How dare you show your face around here!”
  • “What are you doing in a place like this?”
  • “You haven’t changed one bit.”
  • “Why did you just walk away like that?”
  • “Did you even stop to think about what your disappearance would do to me?”
  • “I know, I know - I’m supposed to be dead.”
  • “It’s a long story.”
  • “I-I’m sorry I left without saying anything.”
  • “I’m sorry I never contacted you.”
  • “Do - I know you?”
  • “Please don’t ask where I’ve been.”
  • “Miss me?”
  • “Please don’t let this be a dream.”
  • “How long have you been here?”
  • “Did you ever even try to look for me?”
  • “You said you’d never come back here!”
  • “Thank god I finally found you!”

I could watch this all day

kidnapped/imprisoned starter sentences

“Not eating the food I give you is not going to make me give you nicer food.”
“You should be grateful I come down here and talk to you at all.”
“Listen to me or I’ll treat you even worse.”
“I picked you off the street because you were beautiful. You should feel flattered.”
“You don’t need freedom if I give you everything you need.”
“You can come out of the basement if you give me a very good reason to let you.”
“What’s this? Are you trying to get away from me? You should know better.”
“Get on your knees and pray I’ll forgive you.”
“Oh, you’re hungry? Sing me a song and you can have my leftovers.”
“Don’t cry, I’m keeping you safe down here, away from the world. You don’t need it. You only need me.”
“Freedom is a burden. You should be glad I took it away from you.”
“I bought you some new clothes. Please wear them tonight at dinner.”
“You don’t get to decide anything, understood? I make the rules and you obey them if you want to remain unharmed.”
“You’re nothing but a little doll I get to play with.”
“I own you.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to take away your virginity just like that. I’m saving it for something special.”
“I’m not going to kill you. Not yet.”
“If you’re good, you can shower with warm water today.”
“Crying won’t make me stop hurting you. It just encourages me.”
“You’re so young…”
“I love it when you scream, but I will only stop when you can’t scream anymore.”
“I’m sorry, I completely forgot you were still down here.”
“There’s someone coming to join me tonight. I’m sure you’ll be quiet, or I’ll have to kill my guest again and it’ll be your fault.”
“You’re going to have some company tonight. Try to think of him/her as your little brother/sister. I want you to do to him/her what I do to you, understood?”
“I’m bringing some friends along to show them how well trained you are.”
“How dare you talk to me like that. Wash your mouth, with soap. Now.”
“It’s been a pleasure watching you grow up. Your mummy and daddy would have been so proud of you.”
“I brought you some food. Now crawl over here and lick it out of the bowl like a good pet.”
“I think you should remind me why you’re worth keeping alive down here.”
“Tell me how much you love me and you can have your dinner.”

“Hello? Is anyone down here?!”
“Oh my god, what is this place? How can you still be alive? I’ll get you help! Please hold on.”
“You don’t have to hide from me. I’m trying to help you. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“What happened to you? How long have you been kept here?”
“Hello? Where am I?! Who are you?”
“Have you ever tried to escape? Do you think it’s possible if we work together?”
“It’s the police! Show yourself!”
“Is that really you? Oh my god, I found you, I can’t believe I found you…”

Okay, okay, okay, so hold the fuck up. I just noticed that this scene (with lips staring and smiling) from season promo, at wich we all collectively died

(credits to @natashabucks, stolen from here )

was supposed to be in episode 3. There’s even a promo picture of this exact moment:

And there were no such thing in the episode? I feel so robbed. I demand all the deleted scenes to be delivered to me after season is over. You heard me @abc

anonymous asked:

(1/6) "Well you've caught me, Hunter," the Jinn sneered, not even bothering to stand up. Dean untied the only still-living victim - a recent catch who was able to run, and run he quickly did. Dean checked the ammo in his gun with detached muscle memory. "Well?" the Jinn prompted, annoyed. "On your feat," Dean said. The Jinn smirked. "Ah, want me to stand for my execution." Dean watched him without seeing him; his mind focused on something more important and final. "No, not that," Dean said.

(2/6) The Jinn narrowed his eyes - skeptical. “Then what? Torture?” It was Dean’s turn to smirk, a sad turn of his mouth. “It is worse than death, isn’t it…” he said quietly to himself. Then fixed his gaze once more. “Look, I know Jinn don’t grant wishes,” Dean said. “I know how this ride works because I’ve been on it before. It’s all a lie - a dream - a gilded cage. But–” Dean swallowed and blinked, strengthening what was left of his resolve. “If this is the real world… I’ll take the lie.”

(3/6) Dean’s hand was on the door. He couldn’t remember what he was doing. He just stood there, confused. Then the door opened for him from the other side and a woman greeted him warmly. “There you are,” she said with a smile and a friendly touch. “Come on, we’re doing presents soon.” She pulled Dean into the room. “Mom?” Dean half-choked, blinking at the brightness of it all. There was a Christmas tree with lights and presents, and there was cake and pie and drinks on the all bunker tables.

(4/6) “What is all this?” Dean asked. “Something we should have done a long time ago,” his mother beamed. She caught Sam’s eye and wandered off to stand with him as he introduced her to the girl under his arm - Eileen. “Hey Dean–” said Kevin, before Charlie ambushed him in a hug. “Sorry, tried to warn you,” Kevin shrugged. The two kids went off to get snacks. Dean stared in disbelief. The more he looked the more faces he recognized. His heart ached for it but he felt it growing lighter now.

(5/6) Yet something told him this was all too good to be true. It couldn’t happen like this. But here it was. Why couldn’t he just accept that. Dean closed his eyes and rubbed at his face, taking a slow deep breath. And then he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey. Feeling okay?” The voice washed over him like a powerful ocean. And Dean remembered. He was okay. It was Christmas. And everyone was here. He opened his eyes. “It’s you,” he said. “Of course,” Cas smiled. Dean sighed. Everything was–

(6/6) “Dean! Dean, wake up. Come on!” The world was dark. The world was pain and aches and cold. His body was being shaken. The side of his face sting from the hard slap. “Dean!” The voice said as his eyes fluttered open. The blurry shape came into focus. Sam. Bringing him back. On the ground the Jinn was dead. And Dean remembered. Everyone was– Everything was– was– “Dean?” Sam said, gripping his shoulders. “It’s okay now.” Dean closed his eyes again and let out a quiet breath. “–no.”

Originally posted by fraddit