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Winter is coming, have some V3 icons!  c:

Feel free to use them eyyy

Do you ever find yourself disliking a character because of their fans? You try to separate the fans from the character, but it’s just so difficult. The fans can make you love or hate a character based on which unnecessary reaction they have. 

If the reaction consists of all this unearned praise and this idea that this character is above reproach, then you’re gonna end up hating the character. I’m talking about those characters where the fandom thinks it’s a good idea to infantilize them and make them out to be ‘good guys’ even when they’re not.

If the reaction consists of all this vitriol and unnecessary hate, then you’re gonna end up loving the character. I’m talking about those characters that are just as guilty as the other characters, but they’re still hated for it. In fact, they’re hated even more for it. They don’t do anything anyone else on the show doesn’t do, yet they get the most hate.

It’s just so odd how the fandom can cultivate your viewing experience. 

When Jeon  Jungkook turned into Mr. Jeon Spreading-Legs Cena for Jimin.

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snow: [bursts through the door] EMMA! we have a problem!!

emma: … listen when are you people going to let me rest? i literally just came back from our vacation in hell-

snow: regina’s in troub-



Din Has Chosen - 2007 vs 2016! 

Term just ended so I thought I’d bring you all some End of Term Ganondorf (while also making myself feel better about my growth).


“Ohmygod Pidge why”

Based on this headcanon by @neruas! I hope I did it some justice ;A;

(Please click for better quality!)


Bechloe won’t rise…


It’s another year before Pitch Perfect 3 is released but everyone is already starting to hype RIGHT NOW!

I’m just kinda confused….why exactly now?

Because they will probably start filming it soon?

Or is it just because Brittany Snows IG picture that revived this fandom (this one: https://www.instagram.com/p/BOTDY3PFgM6/) + the caption + Kendricks comment + the fact that Snow liked her comment + Kendricks tweet + the fact that Bechloe/Sendrick is awesome?

What do you guys think?

In case you don’t know what I’m showing you guys here: Those are google trends. It shows how often a term is googled.
Source: https://www.google.com/trends/explore?q=bechloe

  • me: holy shit wolf 359 is so intense and emotional there is no way that it could get any more intense than this
  • the wolf 359 team: oh man, coming up are our most intense episodes ever, we've finally stopped holding back guys
  • me: fuckign

Aww I really love this picture 😩 in the first picture I wasn’t confident AT ALL. I felt really uncomfortable in my own skin and rarely took pictures ( I was forced to take this one). I was right under 200lbs, so I already started losing weight before the first picture but I wasn’t where I wanted to be and I would sometimes get discouraged because it was taking FOREVEEEEEERRRRRR. But I didn’t give up. In the second pic (now I take pictures all the time lol) I was around 145lbs and my confidence was through the rough! I love the women I’m becoming and really want to help other women find their confidence and tell them that the fight is worth it! If you’re on a journey to a healthier lifestyle, don’t give up! The physical change is great but the emotional and mental change is AMAZING! I learned to love myself all over again and really value my body. I’m still on my journey! If you want to read advice or see my update follow my blog tiffs.stillchasingit.com. Thanks for reading! 💕

In the extremely unusual occasion that a run in with the FAHC results in an arrest rather than an all out firefight an argument could be made that the members of LSPD are even more displeased than the criminals themselves. It’s not just that many feel the crew members don’t even deserve the luxury of an arrest, think the world would be a better place if they were shot on sight, but also the fact that the interrogations themselves never go to plan. The possibility of being the one who brings about the downfall of the FAHC sours in the face of the intangible feeling that the arrest was intentional, that getting one of the Fakes into an interrogation room is still somehow playing into their plans.

Neither Pattillo nor the elusive Brownman have ever made it to the station, the few occasions which have come close getting cut short before they get any further than the squad car. Pattillo is unerringly polite even while effortlessly knocking out arresting officers, while Brownman is utterly relaxed, putting up no resistance and complaining loudly about losing the chance to sleep away the afternoon in custody when his crewmates drag him free. Dooley, on the other hand, seems to turn up at the station with alarming regularity; the FAHC’s newest member wandering in for anything from paying off minor traffic tickets to reporting petty crime. Its infuriating, the man exuding nothing but appropriate respect and utter sincerity, and without any evidence, without anything but street knowledge of his involvement, they can do nothing but treat him like a regular citizen.

When Ramsey is brought in he is calm, judgemental and obnoxiously sure of himself. He proclaims his innocence, his ignorance, his life as a simple businessman with just enough of a smirk to make it clear he is laughing at them, never once even hinting at anything incriminating. Interrogating the man is always a race against the clock; through bail or legal intervention he’s out of their hands almost as soon as they get him. Once, and only once, a detective tried to go the unethical threatening route, claimed other members of the crew were in unrecorded rooms having one-on-one sessions of their own, that if Ramsey cared about them at all he would just confess and save them all the trouble. It was months before they got all the blood off the walls, and the mysterious failure of every camera in the interview room had the station caught up in internal investigations while Ramsey walked away scott free.

Where interviewing Ramsey is always too short to be satisfying, no detective can be done with Jones fast enough. At first the fact that he doesn’t shut up seems like gift, his rages an easy way to trip him up, trick him into revealing information, but its not. Jones will curse you out, run his mouth about the precinct, the cheif, your mother, his own mother, and the competence levels of his crew but he never says anything of use. Even when they wise up to his methods, realise he is waiting out his time as efficiently as Ramsey in his own way, there is still no directing him; his rants and rages as genuine as they are frustrating.

The observant would note that the vagabond was never once arrested before the force gets a photo of his face, fuzzy and still obscured by face-paint but finally mask-free. When he is brought in, silent and looming but disturbingly amiable, the first thing they take is his mask. Then promptly wish they could put it back on, piercing blue eyes amused and unconcerned as the Vagabond’s smirk only twists his face-paint into more grotesque obscurity. Despite staying utterly silent, being securely chained the the table and making no aggressive moves three separate detectives leave his interrogation room in a near panic, two more refusing to even enter in the first place. Mask or no mask there is no lawyer alive who could argue for the Vagabond’s freedom, but a convenient explosion grants enough distraction for the empty cuffs to be left neatly on the table, a box full of contraband disappearing alongside the familiar black skull.

Interviewing Free feels a lot like signing up to the crew’s personal watch list. He doesn’t have the presence or deniability of Ramsey, doesn’t rage like Jones or ooze threat like the Vagabond. Instead Free is all smiles and winks and cheeky flirtation, derailing the interrogation to ask questions of his own, from opinions on sea monkeys to the statistical likelihood of extra-terrestrial life. For those detectives who play along he will answer questions in turn, talking fondly about the most dangerous criminals in the city, never actually helpful but close enough that it almost feels like a victory. For those who don’t, the detective’s who’s interrogations are aggressive and underpinned by something nastier, Free’s demeanour doesn’t change, but his careless questions do. He asks about their money problems, their monthly AA meetings, the not-always-figurative skeletons in their closets. He’ll ask, still smiling despite the rising tension, about each of their family members by name.

Verse: Cats Are Half In, Half Out Already ( Modern )


Name: Aiden Aeluris
Age: 157
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Subspecies: Nephilim (angel father)
Occupation: Demon hunter, demon handler
Nickname: That Asshole
Orientation: Pansexual Panromantic
Languages: English, Latin, enough Enochian to cobble an insult together
Build: Slim, wiry
Height: 6’ 0"
Appearance & Physical: Kind of looks homeless with the way he dresses and his wild hair. A lot of marks under his clothes. Fastidiously clean in spite of the weird clothes. Smells nice.


Can bless items and water; pretty good shot; knowledge of demon summoning, binding, and handling; exorcisms; whatever else goes with the territory of demon hunting


Aiden was born in 1880 and raised with a passel of other boys, all with some form of nephilim relation, all trained in the finer arts of demon hunting and containing. Demon tended to encompass most forms of monsters, and the profession had been around for generations, spanning all the way back to Saint George and the dragon.

Aiden, however, was no saint and made few friends with his ‘brothers,’ all given the surname of their angel relation. Aiden was given Areli, meaning Lion of God or hero, named from his father, Ariel. Aiden pointedly refuses to live up to the title, like many of his brothers. It would seem the demon hunter training promotes a certain oppositional defiant behavior.

Aiden was assigned one of the higher ups for handling, a Prince of Hell on the mortal plane that had a tendency of getting a little too Prince-of-Helly with his employees and other humans. Aiden’s task is to stop in and check in frequently, which his charge does not like, and they constantly butt heads over it. Aiden even exorcised the demon back to Hell, which did neither of them any favors and both seem reluctant to have it happen again. The two are bound together by the demon’s sigil inked into Aiden’s skin, giving him an edge on binding and handling. 

Aiden lives in squalor in a shitty apartment and spends most of his money and free time at the Judas Silver, a casino located under a club for demons and angels.

i think i’m quitting my job… it was making me stressed, exhausted, emotionally broken and i’m just so tired of feeling like this. if i could just… pluck up the courage to send the letter of resignation…

it makes me mad tbh that people are mad at lucien for what happened in acomaf like…. do you not understand… his past… his relationship with tamlin,,,, i jsuytssjnh fhnjdf 

Have to leave for work in 5 minutes, gonna talk to my boss today about possibly working half days for a while until I get this stupid insomnia under control and u__u plz let me go back to bed