i have so many feelings for this series

a few thoughts after watching series one of the clone wars:

  • obi-wan kenobi holding a small twi’lek child is the single greatest thing to come out of the history of animation.
  • i expect anakin to be obvious, but padmé, you’re supposed to be a politician. how are you so unbelievably transparent. please, just scream to the world that this is your secret jedi husband. fewer people would believe it to be true.
  • i have many feelings about padawans in wartime
  • like seriously how old is ahsoka right now
  • and anakin’s like ‘oh so you got your whole squadron killed? we have no time to gently coach you through this so i’m going to put you in charge of the destruction of aN ENTIRE BLOCKADE SINK OR SWIM SNIPS’
  • (of course she swims because she’s awesome but seriously this is fucked up)
  • (also my post about how rogue one is the only star wars media to fully appreciate death totally holds true, i’m waiting for someone to care about any clone dying, i’M WAITING)
  • slick was totally right about the clones being slaves and i want a few people to have breakdowns about it because this is IMPORTANT (i have heard murmurings about the zygerria arc, holding out for that to bring up the issue again)
  • one day i am going to own a cat called ahsoka, and she is going to be my first date test. if the date correctly squeals that i have a cat named after the best character in star wars, they automatically get a second date
  • i fully expect ahsoka-the-cat to be just as amazing as ahsoka-the-padawan
  • tbh what did we do to deserve ahsoka tano
  • this is now an ahsoka tano fanblog
  • ahsoka tano

anonymous asked:



Dude, it’s okay you’ll be fine 😀 To tell you the truth I love the longer lets plays! I feel so connected with you! I get to know you better of who you are as a person, that it always makes me happy 😀 And I just want to see you have fun, that’s kinda the reason why I subscribed to you in the first place, to watch you have fun, no matter what game your playing everyone will be into it, you’ve seen all the fan art from The Last Guardian, (Ollie, Ollie) Oxyenfree, and so many other longer series! As long as your having fun well be into it 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀 (I have no idea if this makes any sense because I have a hard time with words because it sounds different when I talking out loud vs when I type things out, if it does make sense, again apologies 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😊😊😊😊😊😊😊)


“I have so many things to tell you–”

((the airport reunion is still making me tear up, so I went and re-drew some screenshots to deal with the feelings))

anonymous asked:

Lottie!!! Do you have any feelings about the accents of various Harry Potter characters?? I would love to hear about it bc I for one am very passionate about Sirius Black occasionally sounding EXTREMELY posh and feeling a bit embarrassed about it


and by ‘the accents of various Harry Potter characters’ I mean the LACK THEREOF and the Overwhelming amount of Posh Wankers in this series. I MEAN. it winds me up MASSIVELY, and it also opens a can of wooorrrmmmss re: the wizarding population around the British Isles. like… We Need To Talk About Wales. caveat: this is all coming from a Northerner, so as far as I’m concerned the Midlands are in the South, but I’m going to try to be geographical instead of Northern about this.

SO, for those who can’t tell the difference between various UK accents/didn’t realise there were accents in England other than The Benedict Cumberbatch (which, if you’re going from these movies, is understandable), let me break down the film accents for you: McGonagall, Cho Chang and Oliver Wood are Scottish, Seamus Finnegan, Mad-Eye Moody and Luna Lovegood are Irish (Evanna Lynch is from the border region so her accent sounds slightly Northern Irish), Neville Longbottom has a Yorkshire accent (Yorkshire is a county in the North of England), Hagrid is from the West Country (which, despite how it sounds, is The South), and literally every other character sounds like they grew up below the Watford Gap. discounting the ones I’ve just mentioned, everyone else is Generic Southern or straight up Good Old Boy RP (Received Pronunciation, which is like standard BBC English that you hear on the telly/out of the gob of pretty much every HP character). 

(I mean, in fairness, this wasn’t really a Movie decision. in the books the Midlands and the North are just places the Hogwarts Express has to pass through to get to Scotland. Harry is from Surrey, the Weasleys are from Devon, it never really says where Hermione’s from but judging by how her dialogue reads I’m guessing it’s The South, Sirius grew up walking distance from King’s Cross, Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country somewhere, Malfoy Manor is in Wiltshire, and even though the footy team you support doesn’t always indicate where you’re from we’ll ignore that in this case and say that Dean Thomas is from Stratford, East London. and those are just the characters I can remember off the top of my head. that’s a lot of southerners. like, Pureblood wizards seem to be mostly very old aristocracy (I remember reading that the Malfoys came over from France with William the Conquerer in 1066), so you could argue that, like, they all had wizard babies in/around the capital and they’re slowly but surely spreading outwards hence the CLUMP of southern wizards (not to mention they tend to stick together in communities like Ottery St Catchpole and Godric’s Hollow) but a) that is a stupid, reaching theory and I seriously doubt it, and b) even if it WAS true, MUGGLEBORNS EXIST! why aren’t there wizards popping up in, like, Liverpool or Salford or Birmingham? why is EVERYONE so goddamn WELL-SPOKEN???)

I do think about the accents thing a lot. and I get mad about the movies a lot. I mean, Hagrid’s accent reads as Yorkshire. he says ‘summat’! he’s the most Yorkshire thing ever!! and Dean has a Generic Nice Southern accent, not an East London accent! he should sound like Alfie bloody Moon!!! also, considering Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country, DUMBLEDORE SHOULD HAVE HAGRID’S ACCENT!!!!! I JUST DIE OVER THE TERRIBLE ACCENT CHOICES FOR THESE FILMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU LET MICHAEL ‘I DON’T NEED TO READ THE BOOKS’ GAMBON DO A WEIRD DRUNKEN IRISH LILT WHEN HE COULD HAVE BEEN HAGRIDDING EVERYWHERE!!!!!! (also if Voldemort hadn’t ruined everything and Harry had been raised in Godric’s Hollow he would also have a Hagrid-ish accent. amazing.) AND, according to the HP wiki, Little Hangleton is in the North somewhere, which means Gaunt cottage is in the North somewhere, which means VOLDEMORT IS NORTHERN. LOL. take a moment for that one. let it sink in. Voldemort is my past, present and fookin’ future, innit. 


so if we’re going by the books there’s literally one Scottish person and one Irish person that we know of at Hogwarts (AND one of them is a teacher, AND I don’t think either of them were ever SPECIFICALLY said to have a Scottish/Irish accent). which begs the question: where the fuck is everyone who isn’t middle class English going to school??? what the hell is going on here???? as far as we know there is one (1) Irish student and this school and no (0) Scottish students. which… is wild. especially because the entire Irish quidditch team must have passed through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts in the preceding 10 years, but suddenly: a dearth. AND THERE’S NO WELSH STUDENTS! WHERE ARE THE WELSH? obviously the Holyhead Harpies are a Welsh team, and the common Welsh Green is a Welsh dragon, and Dai Llewellyn who had a ward in St Mungo’s named after him sounds Welsh, and I’m pretty sure Helga Hufflepuff was from Wales*, SO WHERE ARE THEIR SPROGS AT? 

*IIRC aren’t the four founders all from different countries? I’m sure it’s at least implied by the Sorting Hat at one point. like ‘Gryffindor from wild moor’** = Dartmoor, I assume, as Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country = England, Ravenclaw’s from ‘glen’ = Scotland, I’m sure there are glens in other places but SCOTLAND, Hufflepuff is something something valley? again, valleys are everywhere, but whenever someone says ‘valley’ my brain immediately puts on a Daffyd Thomas voice and goes ‘IN THE VALLEEEEYYYSS’ which it certainly doesn’t do for any other country, so = Wales, and SLYTHERIN = FEN = Ireland has a shitload of bogs and fens and stuff. plus Slytherin is green, Ireland is the Emerald Isle, I’m just REALLY GLAD SLYTHERIN’S IRISH HAHA ÉIRE GO BRÁCH LOSERS 

**FOR THE RECORD the HP wiki told me Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country, and that seems very likely as the North of England doesn’t seem to exist in the HP canon, HOWEVER I PERSONALLY choose to believe that the ‘wild moor’ is in fact THE YORKSHIRE MOORS and that Godric Gryffindor, like Tom Marvolo Riddle, is a top lad innit mate. 

but back to The Absent Welsh: I like to think that maybe they’ve set up their own school. it’s a weekly boarding. everyone speaks Cymraeg. all the Irish and Scottish students go there too because they fucking hate the English. it would certainly explain the lack of Scottish, Irish and Welsh students at Hogwarts. they’re all just getting on with it in Wales somewhere. probably Anglesey. or maybe there are actually wizarding schools that are just normal day schools and Hogwarts is just the famous one because it’s a big, old, prestigious boarding school. considering Harry apparently had his name down since birth… MAYBE HOGWARTS IS THE ETON COLLEGE OF MAGIC! THIS IS MAKING SO MUCH SENSE!!! all the middle class English lot are like ‘oh darling, you simply must go to the Eton College of magic!!’ meanwhile muggleborn Gary ‘Gazza’ Bloggs from the Wirral is like ‘nah mate I’ll just go t’ t’ local like.’

(SPEAKING OF ETON COLLEGE, Justin Finch-Fletchley had his name down for it, which is aaaaabsolutely hilarious. Eton is an independent all-boys boarding school which costs roughly £37,000 ($48,000) per academic year. if Justin hadn’t been a surprise wizard he probably would have gone to Eton, gone to Oxford, joined an elite drinking club, burned money in front of homeless people, rattled a dead pig and then become Prime Minister. but instead of doing all of that he has to go to a PUBLIC SCHOOL with negligible rules, very little uniform, girls, AND he can’t even tell any of his posh little mates about it when he goes home to MUMMY for the VAC. to top it all off he’s gone from being a Good Old Boy Top Shelf Jolly Hockey Sticks Young Chap on the path to upper class glory and the Houses of Parliament to being a MUGGLEBORN HUFFLEPUFF i.e. the bottom of the Wizarding world/Hogwarts food chain. but never mind, eh, he seems pleased enough. bet he has a CORKING accent, what!)

even though my Average Joe Wizard High School idea is definitely not true, I definitely 100% feel like Ireland should have its own wizarding school. the Republic of Ireland’s relationship with The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is so long and arduous that even I, who has an Irish mother, can’t keep it all straight in my head, but basically Ireland is not part of ~the UK~ or ~Great Britain~ even though it is part of the British Isles, so they really need their own school. (tbh I’m low key offending myself by talking about this like they Should have their own school rather than They Have Their Own School, Obviously, but… whatever.) THEY ALSO SHOULD HAVE THEIR OWN MINISTRY OF MAGIC! they might have! we just don’t know! why didn’t Harry make better friends with Seamus!!! UNLESS, of course, wizards don’t trifle themselves with Muggle Affairs and didn’t get involved with the Irish revolution and the Troubles etc. (although considering how the Order of the Phoenix being founded/the war really kicking into high gear coincided with the Winter of Discontent/widespread right wing sympathy across the UK… I doubt it), and so Irish wizards are still being governed from ~Westminster. but again, if that’s the case, WHY ARE NONE OF ‘EM GOIN’ HOGWARTS??????? WHY IS SEAMUS FINNEGAN THE LONE IRISH DIASPORA AT WIZARD SCHOOL???? 

I… literally cannot believe how Away from me this has Gotten. 

accents. okay. 

yes, Sirius Black accidentally being EXTREMELY POSH is something I am very passionate about also. he tries to mask it by being all rebellious and Landaaaannn about everything but fails miserably because every so often he’ll say ‘one’, and when he’s tired or excited he’s just like… the Queen on steds. arrived at Hogwarts fluent in French and passable in Latin. knows how to use so many forks. a prank goes right and he’s like ‘YESSSS TOP SHELF, BOYS! ABSOLUTELY BANG ON!’ James is also posh but posh in the rich, big old farmhouse, Barbour jackets and Hunter wellies way, so he gets away with it because he’s never been to a cotillion and doesn’t sometimes slip and say ‘spiffing’. meanwhile Remus is from the Midlands in my heart (maybe Shropshire)*** and is just very normal and not at all impressed by these posh knobs he has to share a bedroom with. Peter is probably from somewhere with an accent that grates on you after a while, like Birmingham. (no offence @Brummies.) according to the HP wiki (it’s teaching me SO MUCH but literally where tf are they getting this info) Snape is from the Midlands, which means that surely Lily is from the Midlands, because they met when they were playing out as kids!!! this Excites Me! also imagining Snape with a Wolverhampton accent is just… exquisite. 

***I know a lot of people are All About Scottish Remus and while that is second in my heart to Midlands Remus it is certainly In My Heart. 

I love and support Neville Longbottom having a Yorkshire accent because I, too, have a Yorkshire accent, and his in the films means SO MUCH TO ME!! he’s OUR BOY!!! GO ON, LADDDD!!!!!! etc. I really want Lee Jordan to have a Limmy-esque Glaswegian accent, because IMAGINE him doing the quidditch commentary and just getting more and more incomprehensibly Scottish, and McGonagall keeps yelling at him because she can actually understand what he’s saying whereas everyone else can just manage to catch ‘Slytherin’ and ‘cheating’ and ‘10 points’ so they’re just like ‘???!!!!! ! !! ? !!’ also I’m a big fan of Bristolian Lavender Brown, for no other reason than I just thought of her greeting Ron by saying ALRIGHT MY LUVVER and nearly died. 

in conclusion, you could say that I do indeed have feelings about the accents of various Harry Potter characters and I hope you weren’t lying when you said you’d love to hear about it. 

Your Views May Vary

Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss have always been very pro-fandom. I sense that many people are not feeling that right now, but I think this episode is more of a love letter to fandom than some may be inclined to think.

One of the most beautiful things about this series, for me as a fan writer, was the number of scenes that don’t exist on the screen but the story builds upon. It’s what I loved so much about series 2 in particular, and dissecting it has taught me so much about story construction. 

There’s all kinds of things going on under the surface that we can pull out and explore, but they aren’t just sideshows or what ifs. The story depends on you pulling them out and exploring them, it counts on it. There are weeks in A Scandal in Belgravia that the story relies upon, and we jumped right into them and give them life. All the dialogue that must have been spoken, or not. All the little intimacies that are clearly there, just below the surface. These things are foundational, and absent. We are expected to fill them in.

This series is perhaps the most blatant on that front because of the way that we went from The Lying Detective to The Final Problem. John had said his final goodbyes to Sherlock. He was angry all over again about Sherlock’s 2 year absence. Even once they’d half-repaired things between them, it was still over. John was about to duck out 20 minutes early. He couldn’t bear to sit there with Sherlock. He was running from Sherlock emotionally, not running towards him. 

Then finally: one honest conversation. All the right questions asked. Both of them open and exposed, staring at each other. John might still have left. He might have still run from it, this terrible, wonderful, dangling possibility, but he doesn’t. John gives in, and cries. It’s a very vulnerable and emotional moment he is willing to share in Sherlock’s presence. Sherlock doesn’t run from it either, though in other times and places he probably would have. Sherlock goes to him. Sherlock takes John in his arms.

Then they have cake.

Fanfiction asks: what happened? What happened before cake? What happened after it? Well, we had another episode, so we held our breaths and wonder if the story will fill it in for you. This one didn’t, it jumped ahead in time. It showed us, not the immediate emotional follow up, but where that follow up landed afterwards. They showed the result of those scenes that aren’t there. Those scenes are important, relied upon, and absent.

You may feel disappointed by that, I can understand that. This show has never been willing to handhold you through very much, it expects you to run alongside this speeding train of an emotional through line. They have every reason to think we can do that: we’ve been doing it since S1.

Where they are in The Final Problem is a far cry from where they were an episode prior. Something fundamental has shifted between them. Something critical has changed. The status of Sherlock and John’s relationship in this episode, how incredibly in sync they are, how in tune they are with each other’s emotions, how they never once doubt one another, how concerned they are for each other, how included they are in each other’s emotional lives, each other’s families, how bare and naked they can be together without hesitating or flinching: that’s a statement, and it’s giving us an answer to the question of what happened between The Lying Detective and The Final Problem. This is how close they have grown.

Fiction is collaborative, always. As the audience we aren’t just watching, we’re imagining, we’re creating this story along with the writers and the actors and the production team. The audience filling in the gaps. A creator who is aware of that allows those gaps to exist so that they can be filled by the audience. They set them up and give it to us, and then depend on what we’ve created, like a rung in a ladder. They give us a start and an end point, and let us have the joy of working out the middle. And then they build on that middle, as if it’s part of the show. Because it is.

Jumin Han: Last Breath

Hello everyone welcome to this new angst series :D So with Jumins part I really recommend reading his Wedding Dance One Shot before reading this c: it gives it extra feels :3 

Jumin: * his pov *

I always knew I had to eventually lose her. I would have never guessed that 50 years of marriage can pass by so quickly. We both wanted to die in each other’s arms but that was only just a dream. If there is a word that I can describe my life with (y/n), it would be the word dream. Many people would be puzzled why I pick that word and it’s only because they simply don’t know that (y/n) made every single one of my dreams come true. She gave me two beautiful kids, a boy and a girl, and they suddenly became my world. After many precious and memorable years, we finally completed our last dream; which was growing old together. The only downside of growing old together is that eventually one of our names will be placed on the tombstone first. I always hoped that my name would be first but with the cancer spreading throughout my loves body, it seems that God didn’t listen to my wishes. For many months, (y/n) health slowly decline and suddenly, the cancer is spreading quickly. The doctor told me that she only had 2 weeks left yet, my love has been here for 5 weeks. I made sure to visit (y/n) every day and today was going to be a special visit. Today is our 50th year anniversary and I’m hoping that the doctors let me stay a few hours past normal visiting hours.

 I smiled at the nurses while I was making my way towards her room with flowers and a balloon hand in hand. I slowly opened the door afraid to wake her up with my presence. I was greeted by the sounds of her heart monitor and other machines that were connected to her. Seeing her like this, breaks my heart even more because I’m seeing her become more lifeless every single day. I smiled at her putting down the flowers and balloons making my way towards her. She grabbed my hand and gently whispered “Please tell our children to come now”. Her request was a bit odd because she knows our kids always visited around the afternoon. As always, I respected her request. She wanted to meet with our kids one by one. I didn’t understand why but it was finally my turn. I walked in and she had tears running down her fragile face. I grabbed my handkerchief and wiped her tears away “what is wrong my soul, today is our 50th anniversary! We will get through this my love, I promise you” I whispered gently. I saw the wrinkles from her lips form a small smile. She motioned me to sit down and I grabbed her hand while doing so. She tilted her head towards me, preparing to break my heart. The look of her face told me everything before she even said a word.

 She caressed my thumb while looking into my eyes “Jumin, my love, my heart, my soul… I c-can’t keep fighting. I’m.. I.. I’m tired of ha-having tu- tubes everywhere. We lived a bea-beautiful life and you ca-can let go now Jumin. You can l-let me go now my love” she pleaded with my heart but neither my mind or heart was ready for that request. I looked into her eyes noticing how her soul was slowly leaving her body. I gave her fragile hand a tighter grip “remember our wedding day 50 years back?” I managed to squeak out while tears were caressing my face. I felt cold thumbs caressing my hand as if she tried to tell me to keep going. I gave a heavy sighed and brought her hand to my forehead “I vowed to worship you till my last breath and that will always continue. I told you that day that you were the color in my black and white world. I cannot lose you (y/n) you m-mean too much to me and I wo-wouldn’t know what do without you. P-Please” I got off the chair and kneeled on the floor “let’s con-continue fighting together because I can’t lose you. I refuse to lose the best thing that has ever happened. I know this is selfish, but seeing your face always gets me through the day. I will give up my heart, mind, body and soul for you (y/n). Everything I did in our life together, just know it was for you. Please don’t make me sign the paper.” Tears started to flow out of my eyes like waterfalls and I looked into her face seeing she hasn’t changed her mind. I kissed her hand gently finally accepting her last request. “We were made for each other. Thank you for the life you have given me. Thank you for keeping me alive. My shattered heart belongs to you now.” I got up from the floor and kissed her forehead.


 I talked to the doctors and signed all the paperwork that was necessary to fill my loves body with morphine. That is what she wanted screamed my mind. Congratulations, you killed your happiness screamed my heart. My wife’s last request was to not let the kids be in the same room. I was the only that was going to see her last breath. I sat on the seat next to her while the nurses were removing all the tubes that helped her stay alive. I felt my wife’s hand grip mine tighter with needle being pulled out. I finally saw that she was in pain. My loves head tiled to the side and gently whispered “Thank you”. I nodded while I was seeing the nurses prepare the morphine for the doctor. I saw two more doctors enter the room as a witness for the report the hospital needs to do. I looked into my wife’s beautiful eyes while the doctor slowly inserted the morphine inside her. Tears were rolling down (y/n)’s beautiful angelic face. I cleaned them with the same handkerchief that I wore on our wedding day. I notice she was feeling more relax and I felt cold hands caressing my face. I breathed in anticipating the moment of when she gave her last breath “Thank you for showing your heart to me, thank you for handing me the key to your heart. I vow to love you for the rest of my time here in earth and I vow to find you in our next life. I thank God every single day for allowing an angel to be my wife. We raised two beautiful children that gave us the gift of 5 grandchildren. We been through so much in life that I do not know what to do without you. I am going to miss you for the rest of my short life. Everything that I do will always remind me of you. I just want you to know that everything I did for you, I put my heart and soul into it because you are worth my blood, sweat, and tears.” I couldn’t breathe because I notice her soul was starting to leave her body. I was scared I wasn’t going to have enough time and I gripped her hand and screamed “I vow to worship you till my last breath, just know when my heart stops beating the last beat was made for you!” I breathed heavily and heard “I love you Jumin Han” ever so softly. Your last breath was my name. My least breath will forever be your name. I love you (f/n) Han. I’m going to love you till my last breath.

Not (just) about johnlock: why Sherlock s4 was its downfall

I have seen so many criticisms these days about how those of us who disliked the fourth series - and especially the last episode - of Sherlock feel that way only because johnlock didn’t become canon. While that is certainly one of the reasons that this seasons and, in particular, The Final Problem, was a steaming pile of garbage, it certainly isn’t the only one.

The problem with s4 actually began in s3, when Mary fell pregnant and then Mofftiss decided to make her into an ex-assassin who shoots the main and titular character. None of this is problematic in and of itself. However, it becomes so when there’s absolutely no payoff for these things. Imagine, for example, if Mary had become a central villain in s4 - that would mean that her backstory and reveal as having a dark past would make sense within the course of the narrative. Instead, what we got was a boring redemption arc that culminated in her trading her life for Sherlock’s and then apologising to him for shooting him in the first place. All in the name of Mofftiss’ credo of only having female characters in order to serve the progression of the male ones. Take the baby now. Firstly, whenever a baby is introduced on a show, it always screams “we’ve run out of ideas”, but this time especially, the baby provided absolutely nothing. If the entirety of the season could have worked just as well without a baby, why have one in the first place? It only serves to put the characters in a more difficult place, narratively speaking. Many have suggested that the baby was only created in order to provide further queerbaiting by giving johnlockers something without compromising their central audience, and I tend to agree, because it makes no other sense.

Which leads me to the queerbaiting. We didn’t imagine all the johnlock evidence. Yes, some of the metas can be viewed as reaching, but when the actual text repeatedly refers back to it, it isn’t something that a portion of fans just imagined out of thin air. The irony is that the only way s4 could have been salvaged in the end is probably by abandoning their queerbaiting ways and by actually making johnlock happen. I know many casuals who share the same sentiments, so it’s not just tjlcers who agree on this.

One of the worst things that s4 did, however, was butcher the characters to a point of no return. These characters, who were expertly crafted, characterised and developed throughout the course of the show, were destroyed within a matter of episodes. Sherlock Holmes - instead of becoming the antithesis of his dfp state (which is where the writers have always been heading) - just became a pushover for John Watson to abuse and ignore and disregard. John Watson, who, in past seasons, has been shown to be willing to do anything for Sherlock. That’s not progression, that’s regression. By and in The Final Problem, the characters were unrecognisable and way worse for wear. All of this was done to them in order to have cheap twists and revelations in the form of Eurus (who I won’t even get into at this point) and her ridiculous murder island plotline. The thing that made Sherlock special was the characters - specifically the two men at the heart of it all. They deserved better writing and better payoff than this. It’s as though the writers decided to develop them up until s4, at which point they went, “Ah, they get the picture, just let them do whatever now.” None of it made any sense and, worse than that, served any real purpose. The season was full of problems which presented no reward in the end. Empty redemptions, empty narratives and empty textual and subtextual promises left a sour taste in many a mouth, and johnlock is by far not the only reason for that. I actually left a lot of points out of this for the sake of brevity. So stop saying that we’re only upset because johnlock didn’t happen. 

i think now would be a really good time to remember:

  • we only have 1/3 of the context to understand this series, maybe less
  • there is more to suggest we should avoid taking anything we’ve seen at face value than the opposite
  • so it’s kind of a moot point to complain about stuff that may or may not have happened
  • tld is not going to resolve much, and we should not expect that it will
  • many, many extremely talented people have lauded this series as a complete story arc with the utmost praise
  • we’re still gonna have fun doing what we do
its almost one am and i am barely coherent but i just had a thought

what if at the end of the mcga series we get a repeat of the end of the last olympian

the norse gods are giving the heroes gifts for their bravery in the fight against loki and they call up magnus

and odin says “we rarely bestow this gift but we feel like you have earned it. magnus, we would like to offer you a second chance at being alive.”

and magnus is floored because being alive again means so many things?? he could go back into the mortal world and actually live there, fix up his uncle’s house and make it an actual home for himself, hell he could start a charity for homeless kids. and he doesn’t know what to say so he turns back to his friends and theyre all giving him forced smiles and it hits him

this offer is only for him.

obviously for hearth and blitz and sam the reward doesnt matter since theyre still alive, but his other friends will still be dead. theyll still be residents of floor 19, waiting for the actual end of the world to come.

if magnus becomes alive again, that means he couldnt come back to hotel valhalla. they could visit, but it would never be the same as actually living there. he wouldnt have any of it-the brawls, the feasts, his floormates, the rest of the hotel.

and when he died again, would he even end up back at the hotel? he could be chosen for a different afterlife, one where he never sees his friends again. he could lose them for all eternity.

and magnus looks at mallory and halfborn and t.j. who are all clapping for him with sad smiles, struggling to imagine life without them, and then he looks at alex.

alex, who chopped his head off the first time they met. alex, who had shared stories of her past with him. alex, who was snarky and talented and witty and brilliant, who was staring at him with wide eyes threatening to spill over because she knows, she knows that magnus becoming alive again means leaving the hotel.

and in that moment magnus realizes that he is in love with alex, and he doesnt know why he never realized it before, never realized that he would go to the end of the world for her, never realized that he stared all the time because he just loved every thing about her.

and he knows. he knows he cant take the god’s offer. because it means he could never see his friends or alex again, it means losing some of the people he cared about the most, and hes already lost so many that the thought of losing them makes his stomach churn.

so magnus turns back to the gods, and he tells them, “as much as i appreciate your offer, i have to say no.”

and the room gasps, because hes turning down such a valuable gift from odin himself, he could never get this chance again. but odin nods, smiling, like he knew all along that magnus would say no.

and the moment magnus goes back to his friends theyre all swarming him, asking why he turned the gods down, why didnt he take the chance to be alive again? and alex is standing outside of the group, still staring at him in shock, and magnus cant take it anymore, he breaks free of the group and wraps alex in the biggest hug he could manage.

they stay like that for what feels like ages, like theyre the only two people left in the world, holding each other in silence, until alex breaks it. “why?”

“because i dont want to ever lose you,” magnus whispers back. “i couldnt take the chance.”

and alex is just so overwhelmed with emotion, at the idea that someone would turn down the gods because of her, that she starts to cry, and magnus is crying too because he knows, he knows why alex is crying, and their friends all give them the biggest group hug with tears of their own and they all stay there, with the weight of the world finally eased off of their shoulders, and the gods are faced with a heartbreakingly beautiful display of mortal friendship and feelings, the reason why magnus turned down the chance to live again

and im tearing up over this because magnus loves people, he loves his friends and family and he will never ever let them go

Finished version here

I don’t usually like posting more than 1 wip of the same project (especially so with this one because I feel like progress is moving terribly slow), but it’s Adam’s birthday, so what the hell.

I feel like I’m halfway done with it, but who knows when it’ll be done. I have many other deadlines to meet at work and for a ceramics series that I’m working on irl. Plus I know I’ll be busy during the upcoming holiday season, so we’ll see… My goal is to finish this before Christmas, at the latest!

i’m disappointed in this fandom.

these are my honest feelings as a sherlock fan, a johnlock supporter, and a member of this fandom. 

i kinda thought the we were better than this, honestly. i thought we were stronger than this. i thought we were the type of fans that support, understand, and appreciate the series for what it is and whatever it becomes.

obviously not

look. regardless of what you thought of the finale, the show ended how the creators wanted it to. they followed through on what THEY thought would be right for the characters. even if you disagree, i expected you all to have a shred of decency or respect for mark and steven. 

instead, what do y’all do? harass them and their fellow producers on twitter, shit talk the finale, and basically destroy the culmination of what they’ve been working for all this time. sherlock is, was, THEIR show. and instead of sending the series off feeling thankful and appreciating what we’ve been given, so many of you are ready to be terrible human beings and start a shit show over a ‘dissatisfactory ending’. 

my GOD, is it so hard to accept the fact that the show didnt end how you wanted it to? is it that mind-numblingly difficult for you people to understand that this show wasn’t, and never was, ours?

 it was made for us - it was GIVEN to us by the producers, directors, actors, and every other person responsible. we were lucky to have been able to be a part of this series and take part in it’s story. we were blessed to have been given an amazing piece of art such as BBC’s sherlock. 

so please, pack up your shit and leave if you’re going to continue to tear the finale to shreds and blame steven and mark. because you’re not a real fan, and you never have been.

Imagine Woozi teasing you when he catches you lovingly looking at a picture of him on your phone.

It'll Never be the Same

(Part Nine to Shocking Sensations)

Summary: The night after Sam and Dean help Y/N break the curse things are back to normal. She isn’t having orgasms anymore, she’s no longer on death’s door. What she does have is a big mess on her plate: both brothers have feelings for her, and she doesn’t know what to do. 

 Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader

 Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean (no Wincest) 

 Warnings: Sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), slight self hate, some angst. 

 Rated M 

 Word Count: 3,549

 Catch up here!

 Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight  Part Ten

 A/N: So here y'all go after so many months of waiting I finally finished part nine. So I’m considering either just continuing the story on this, or making a whole new series. Let me know what you guys think!

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Books & Cupcakes November Photo Challenge—10: So. Many. Feels.

The entire Lunar Chronicles series by Marissa Meyer. I have been meaning to takes photos of these gorgeous books for a while. The beautiful artwork in the top photo is from Fairest. I am currently reading Winter (am 248 pages through it) and it is really great so far! 

Marvelmas (1/13) - December 13 - Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 1189
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark
Warnings: picking on poor petey, midterms abhcoabskdubj
Authors Note: SO HERE IS THE BEGINNING TO MY 13 PART SERIES GUYS!! I am so excited for this, it’s going to be fun! All of this will be platonic, and you are about the same age as the maximoff twins, as well as an Avenger yourself. ALSO, this series will have it’s own masterlist! There are so many parts, I feel it will be easier to make it have it’s own masterlist than having to update all thirteen parts with links, so, yeah! I hope you enjoy, and happy holidays. and yes, i called this the thirteen days of marvelmas.

Note: I used Christmas as what the reader celebrates because that is what I celebrate and I don’t want to try other holidays only to get it wrong. I apologize if this makes for any problems with reading, but I hope you have a good holiday season: no matter what you celebrate!

Marvelmas Masterlist. Masterlist.

“I just, don’t understand,” Peter groaned, throwing his hands on his forehead.

“Is it math? Trust me, kiddo, not many people do,” You shrugged, sitting next to the kid.

Peter was shocked to see you. “W-what are you doing here?”

You raised your eyebrow with a small laugh. “You missed training today; I figured you either said ‘screw you (Y/N),’ or you were doing something important. I decided I might as well see what you were up to.”

“Oh, midterms,” He told you, and you saw the stacks of papers thrown all around the room, “They’re stressing me out.”

“It’s the middle of the night!” You whisper-yelled. It was true, you found Peter surrounded by books at passed one in the morning. “You should have come to practice to hit something; it definitely would have helped you calm down a bit,” You nodded.

Peter covered his eyes again. “Yeah,” He started, “Do you know what this means?”

You took the paper from Peter, and your eyes widened as you read the things the school was trying to teach him. “Um,” You started, “Yeah, I have no idea.”

“You’re such a help,” Peter pulled out another binder.

“Oh, I can help with this!” You jumped.

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