i love this show to much


She literally didn’t let her friends take off the necklace, so that she wouldn’t become Killer Frost and kill them all. She stayed awake her whole operation, without any sedatives. Kept talking to Julian about what he was supposed to do, IN HER STATE OF PAIN AND MISERY because like Iris said “None of us are doctors”, yes none of them are DOCTORS. SHE WAS THE DOCTOR OF THE TEAM WHEN EVERYONE CLAIMED SHE WAS DOING NOTHING AND CONTRIBUTING NOTHING TO THE TEAM. Nobody on that show, apart from Barry, suffered as much as she did.

I stand by Caitlin Snow at all costs, I am so glad this selfless, gracious woman who always helped her friends and did no harm is still alive and well. EVEN THOUGH SHE IS LITERALLY KILLER FROST RIGHT NOW AND THANK GOD FOR THAT. THANK GOD. She always deserved better and when everyone was chilling at home, talking about how to save Iris, only HR Cisco and Julian truly cared about her and stayed with her. I will not forget it and I don’t think she will either. 

Killer Frost finally at large and I couldn’t be happier. 

anonymous asked:

I know it's stupid, but I feel like such a terrible fan. You're my favourite YouTuber and yet I will never be able to draw amazing fanart, I will never have a popular blog dedicated to you, I will never meet you, I doubt you'll even reply to this. The best I can do is watch your videos and on the one hand that's great, I love your videos! But on the other, I just wish I could do something to show my appreciation.

No no no no no, not at all! Please dont feel like that! You are awesome! Just showing your support at all is incredible! The simple act of you watching my videos everyday is amazing!!! Thank you so much for watching my videos. I don’t value one person over another just cause they can make art or something like that. I appreciate everyone thats here so much. THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO

anyway its been confirmed that jisung looks @ twitter because he recognised a fansite’s name,,,,, and could actually name her twitter handle??? theres so much smut being published on tumblr abt nct dream now and if i see any of yall being Nasty with them rest assured i’ll make 89 twitter accounts just to report nd block yr ass

Legends of tomorrow is like really really good like????? Great hilarious characters and strong female characters???? Awesome actors and amazing villains??? The heroes are not 100% good but that ok because they don’t have to be???? Beautiful characters developments??? Cool storylines and super smart plot twists????? Iconic films references??? It has it all and it keeps getting better I love it so much?????

Oh man oh man, you guys. I am OVERJOYED to talk about this! <3

Jaal’s first “oh, damn” moment came during the initial excursions on Havarl. He, Vetra, and Gemma had been slogging through some dense plant growth for hours when he spotted a shortcut from his childhood. It involved a lot of climbing, and Vetra gave him a (gentle) hard time about it, but what Jaal remembers is Gemma staring up the incline, a little frown on her still-strange face. When he asked her what she was doing, she said “I’m trying to figure out if I can do it in four boosts, or three”. Then she grinned at him, and said “I bet three,” and took off. He watched her jet to the first outcropping of rock, catch it, and leverage herself up, and then keep going. 

She made it in three, and laughed when she reached the top. 

He lost his handhold just before he reached her, the rock crumbling under his hand, but Gemma was already there, so fast he never even knew she had moved, and she had her hand locked around his wrist before he could yell for help. And to this day, he remembers the jolt that went through him at the contact, and how her grip did not falter – and how bright her eyes were as she pulled him up. Oh, he thought. This feels familiar. 

No, he added, only to himself, when Gemma – this alien woman – grinned up at him, this feels good. 


Gemma’s moment came later; it was seeing him on Aya, after they rescued the Moshae. She found him on a balcony, looking out over a forest so green it hurt her eyes. For the first time since she woke up, she had a moment to pause, and breathe, and not worry about getting attacked, and she was happy to just bask in the sunlight and the rustle of wind through the leaves with a friend. 

She would have been content to stay quiet – Jaal didn’t owe her conversation after all her prodding back on the Tempest and in the Nomad – but he started pointing out the farms where he had worked as a teenager, his favorite place to watch the sunset, the races he and his siblings used to run near that river to the west – and she felt every knot in her spine coming undone. 

He spoke with so much love for everything around him, and Gemma was so tired and lonely and hating being either of those things that she started crying. She’d always been one for a good stress-relief cry, but this was exhaustion, and longing for home, and grief, and the pressure of knowing everything depended on her. 

She tried to keep quiet about it – not really good diplomacy to start bawling in public, especially if you were the damn Pathfinder – but when Jaal noticed, he just put his arm around her shoulders and told her no one would shame her for this, of all things. 

Gemma tried to make a joke – cover my back for a few minutes till I stop looking like a boiled tomato, okay? – but he was looking at her so sincerely, so gently, that she just nodded and maybe – maybe – leaned into him a little. Jaal was alien, half his people wanted to kill her, and she didn’t really blame them – but he was warm, and solid, and he didn’t let go till her tears were done. 

My astro profs favorite animals are gerbils so I showed him a video of the ones I adopted the other day and to see a grown ass man lose his shit over how cute my gerbils were was the most magical thing we had a 20 minute conversation about how much he loves gerbils and little rodents in general what a sweetie honestly

i love this lyric in last kiss by taylor swift “I still remember the look on your face lit through the darkness at 1:58 the words that you whispered for just us to know you told me you loved me so why did you go away? away…i do recall now the smell of the rain fresh on the pavement i ran off the plane that July 9th the beat of your heart it jumps through your shirt i can still feel your arms but now I’ll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes all that I know is i don’t know how to be something you miss i never thought we’d have a last kiss never imagined we’d end like this your name, forever the name on my lips… i do remember the swing of your step the life of the party, you’re showing off again and I roll my eyes and then you pull me in i’m not much for dancing but for you I did because I love your handshake, meeting my father i love how you walk with your hands in your pockets how you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something there’s not a day I don’t miss those rude interruptions and I’ll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes all that I know is i don’t know how to be something you miss…never thought we’d have a last kiss never imagined we’d end like this your name, forever the name on my lips….so I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe and I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are hope it’s nice where you are and I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day and something reminds you you wish you had stayed you can plan for a change in weather and time but I never planned on you changing your mind…so I’ll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes all that I know is i don’t know how to be something you miss never thought we’d have a last kiss never imagined we’d end like this your name, forever the name on my lips just like our last kiss forever the name on my lips forever the name on my lips just like our last…”

Ok, so, like, I lowkey ship Butterfly Assassin but I also acknowledge the ship has a lot of problems. (Like a lot of problems. Like, sometimes I question why I even ship it and I personally feel for guilty for shipping it due to how problematic it is but anyway…)

I really think that’s the most important thing about liking something, you have to acknowledge it’s problematic at points.

Like, I love The 100, I wouldn’t watch it if I didn’t, but the show has a lot of problems with racism. It also has issues with homophobia, but I can’t quite comment on them with full insight since I currently (think?) I’m straight.

If you’re gonna like something you’ve got acknowledge two things:

  1. It likely has some sort of really problematic aspects
  2. Just because you don’t think a certain aspect is problematic it doesn’t mean it’s not. You can’t dictate how other people perceive certain things because if you are not part of that certain minority group that is affected you cannot comment on that certain thing with full insight or any insight at all. 
Relationship story

the-angst-alchemist submitted: 

 I’ve been in a long-distance relationship with the best polysexual bigender I’ve ever met for two years now. I’m an asexual demi-homoromantic, and she understands how I am about sex and all that crud. When we actually got to be together in real life again instead of just online, we just cuddled for three straight hours while drawing and writing together.

Both of us love to write, draw, and theorize together, and that helps us to hold on to each other even as we’re kept apart by distance. It’s amazing and I love my girlfriend so much, since both of us can automatically will resort to “OH MY GOODNESS DEAR DO YOU REMEMBER THIS PART OF X SHOW” and we can just scream over everything together.

And yeah.

I love her, and she loves me, and we’re gonna travel the nation and gay it all up together in an Airstream. It’s gonna be good.

Three Little Words

“Meet my family” Those three small words had thrown your mind into a tizzy, their implications huge, knowing how much Tommy valued his family and their privacy. You sat nervously in the back of the car, fussing with the hem of your dress, a light chiffon day dress, perfect for the informal picnic that Ada had no doubt planned for the group. Your mind continued to race, thinking back to the moment he’d said those three words, his crystalline eyes showing a speck of vulnerability, a chink in his armour, the crack in his ever composed exterior. This was it, this was his way of saying I love you without uttering those three impossibly heavy words.

As your feet hit the gravel, you walked beside Tommy and followed a short distance behind John and Esme, who were struggling to direct the children they had brought along, Ada and Karl we’re in front with Polly, searching for a place to sit, and behind you was Arthur, who spoke quietly with Michael, while the latter simply nodded along in his calculatingly quiet demeanor. Your hands once again found the hem of your dress, it’s thin fabric threatening to fray under your touch. You were so intent on watching the children run about that you were startled when a warm hand slipped into yours, a calloused thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back of your hand. Somehow, without imparting a word or even a glance, Tommy knew just what to say to make you feel as though it was going to be alright.

Lunch went off without a hitch and afterwards the children ran off to play by the stream that ran through the park you were in. You seemed to have found the only serene place within the vicinity of Birmingham, the trees lined the edges of the park, a small stream running off through the green sloping fields and into its depths. The Shelbys weren’t nearly as terrifying in this setting, it was hard to be threatening when surrounded by children and in such a tranquil place. Tommy and John had gone back to fetch something from the car, their lazy gate meandering along the path, and Arthur was playing some sort of game amongst his niece and nephews, leaving you alone with Polly, Ada and Esme.
"He loves you, you know.” Stated Polly, casually taking a drag from her cigarette, causing you to quirk your head in surprise, obviously he was fond of you, but he hadn’t yet uttered the dreaded three letter phrase that involved the infamous ‘l’ word.
"Well, I mean I-” You stammered, but Esme beat you to it, a cool, blase expression both on her face and in her voice.
"Any idiot could see it, Tommy has the emotional range of a teaspoon, and he shows even less. While you’ve been here I’ve seen him smile more than I ever have in my life.” The way she sated it, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, causing your head to spin, a small voice repeating he loves you over and over again, a grin creeping up to the corners of your mouth.
"But by God,” Polly began, lowering her voice as she heard Tommy and John approaching once more, brandishing the cake knife, “If you do something to fuck it up, pack your bags and don’t look back, because I will find you, and you won’t like it when I do.” She stared intently at you for a moment, then looked up at her nephews with a beaming smile. We turned to see Arthur walk up, one child on his back, another clinging to his neck, Michael following quietly in tow.

"You seem to be missing two Arthur.” Said John with a laugh, and Arthur could only grin,

“They went off to fetch a ball that Karl here,” he paused to ruffle his nephew’s hair, “ kicked over into the woods.” The group chatted for a moment, Polly passing out plates and everyone settling in, before John’s middle daughter came running from the woods, screaming for her mother and father.

"HELP HELP he’s fallen in, he’s fallen in the river.” She said pointing towards the wooded area where the stream continued off, indicating that that was where her brother had gotten off to.
Looking around you realized that not only was it her brother, it was John’s youngest son, having not yet even reached his 3rd birthday. In a shot everyone was up, John running to meet his daughter, Tommy and Esme behind them, but you were faster, rushing to meet the little girl and follow where she pointed. Noting a small bridge to cross the deeper portion of the stream, you heard her childish voice behind you sobbing, “he walked up on the bridge but slipped”, though this was hard to make out in between sobs.

Having reached the bridge yourself, you spotted a small grey jacket in the river, rushing in the opposite direction, and without a moment’s hesitation you pealed off your own coat and dove in after him. The water was so cold it was shocking, and it took you a moment before you could acclimate and get your wits about you again. Kicking your legs against the current, you shot up from to the surface, gasping for air and looking at your surroundings. On the riverbank, the Shelby family stood, each a vast array of emotion. Esme had nearly cracked her facade, looking with a mixture of panic and fury into the stream to see her son, John, holding back his wife and his daughter while staring intently at the churning water, Arthur with a bewildered gaze and Ada biting her fingernails in anticipation. Tommy though, Tommy was looking at you. His gaze caught yours and he pointed to your right, causing you to turn, just as the small boy resurfaced, panting and gasping before disappearing again.
Reaching him involved little more than allowing the current to take you, and trying to keep yourself afloat, that river rushing past you and it’s screams loud in your ear. You extended your arm for another stroke but by some luck touched some shred of fabric, and snatched it faster than lightning, hauling it towards you.

Feeling the length of the coat, you quickly grabbed the boy by the shoulders, pulling his head above the surface of the water. You held him close to you, and his small fists balled the material of your dress, quite literally, for dear life. You kicked your legs furiously to keep you both afloat, wondering how in the hell you we’re going to get back to shore. Looking around, you saw that the current had taken you at least 10 yards downstream just in your pursuit of the boy, the Shelby family small, shadowy figures in the distance by now. Cutting diagonal seemed your best bet, and by the time you’d made it half way, your legs ached and your lungs burned under the dead weight in your arms. By this point you could faintly make out John’s panicked yelps on shore and Esme’s cries over the roar of the water. Just then, an idea came to you.

"Alright let’s play a game,” you said as the little boy looked up at you with bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks.

"Let’s see how long we can hold our breath okay,” you said fake cheer radiating off you faster than the anxiety. He gave a small nod of understanding.
“Alright ready, one, two three.” and with that you dove beneath the surface, pushing the boy in front of you as you got full use of all your limbs, catapulting you towards the shore. By the time you stopped for air, the water was only waist deep, you with all the strength you had left, you picked up the infant and made your way onto the banks of the river.

Before you’d made it even a few yards, Esme came running to meet you, wrenching her son from your arms, not caring about her now soaking wet dress, sobbing into the material of the boys coat. Wringing out your hair, you set foot on shore, and a large coat was immediately draped over your form, and it wasn’t until then that you realized you we’re shaking with cold.

The walk back to the cars was quiet, everyone calming down from the previous rush of endorphins, everyone fatigued, but no one more than the small boy, who had quickly fallen asleep on Esme’s shoulder. You practically fell into the back of the car, everyone saying their quiet goodbyes and agreeing to meet up later on in Small Heath. You were already half asleep by the time that Tommy sat beside you, and while you we’re sluggish, you curled up into his side, drinking in his warmth against your shivering form. Your eyes we’re drooping and your mind was slowing as you heard Tommy mumble, “ I don’t think they could help but love you,” before running his fingers through your wet locks. And as your brain slowed and your body fell into sleep, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the other Shelby who might in fact also love you.

So I’m also doing some stuff with episode 89, and gosh, I am just face-meltingly happy that Ashley’s gonna be back on the show for a few months again soon. Everyone just becomes like 30% more marshmallow when Pike’s on the show and I love it so much. “I give him a cotton-candy kiss on the forehead.” Oh gosh. Oh no.

Also, the scene where she accidentally orders Doty to sketch all of her friends while they’re sleeping is quite possibly the single funniest fifteen-minute sequence of pure improv on the show.

this is a friendly reminder that it’s always important to spread our bughead love to the twitterverse! we want the people who work hard on this show to know how much we love and support our sleuths– so i’ve put together a small list of people to send our love to


@WriterRAS* @SarahSoWitty  @GBerlanti


@BrianEPaterson @_RossMaxwell @CohenJulia @brittashipsit @RiverdaleWriter


@TheCW @CW_Riverdale


@lilireinhart​ @colesprouse

if you’re able, i implore you to tweet your support tonight. you don’t have to @ anybody if it makes you uncomfortable, but i encourage you to use #bughead in your tweets. it would be awesome to get our detectives trending tonight! we can’t control the amount of hate our ship receives, but we can make sure our voices aren’t drowned out by the hate :)

*as always, if there’s anybody i missed on the list that you feel should be added, let me know

angelfireeast  asked:

I love how much you support Karolsen as Supercorp shipper & you champion the cause with others. It's honestly the thing that drew me to your blog. This how our fandom should be! I don't get the supercorps who hate James. We have so much in common we both want the same things. Positive things for Kara, the show, her story, for James, for Lena, for relationships of all characters, representation. I would be happy with Kara being with either JO or LL. we should support one another

James is honestly so pure and I will be bitter about Karolsen’s break up until the day I die. I would lay down my life for James Olsen know that. I ain’t got no beef with James. I’m just here for Kara being happy being treated right. James is the man for that. Lena is the lady for that. I’m calm either way. Y'all karolsens know I would die for you.

I don’t understand supercorps who hate karolsen/James because what the fuck have you got against a beautiful, healthy, interracial relationship? My priority is Kara Danvers’ happiness and boo can get it with either one of them and it would still be a fantastic standpoint for representation so like honestly??? Supercorps who hate James??? Stay away from me and chill the fuck out please

anonymous asked:

I was soo heartbroken after watching S4. May I ask what gives you the strength to still believe? I'm admittedly lost at this point. And also - love and follow your blog ^^

Umm…this is not about belief actually. The show went shit. But I still have my Sherlock and John. Not the version Mofftiss changed them into. The version fandom created. Because Mofftiss didn’t care about them anymore, that’s very much clear from s4. So what I actually did was stop caring about whatever they did. I don’t accept s4 as canon. People can say that’s hypocrisy or something. I just don’t care. S4 hurts me regularly. Still (Hasn’t it been months? Why does it still hurt?). 

And I have friends here, the fandom gave me happiness. So at this point, it’s more about the fandom than the show.And I am getting into Granada and ACD again. Trying to fill the void s4 made with fanfictions(by reading and writing). It’s hard. I feel like crying over s4 once in a while. For the mess they made with my favourite show. I rant. I get angry but it won’t change anything. Moving on is impossible. I will never be invested at anything else as I was (or still am) in this show. 

So what I am saying is you don’t have to believe in anything. Keep away from negativity. And keep faith in the Sherlock and John you love. Not what happened in s4. Trust me, that kinda works.

anonymous asked:

How about massages? Does Kara give one to Lena, or is she too scared? Does Lena try to massage Kara under a red sun lamp?

Lena loves it when Kara gives her massages! because she shes so strong and her hands never get tired, and let’s face it - Lena has a lot of tight muscles because she’s basically a constant bundle of stress! Between her family trying to kill her and running a multi-billion dollar company and being Supergirl’s girlfriend! And Kara is more than happy be of service because relaxed Lena is her favorite Lena!

Lena doesn’t really give Kara massages unless her powers are burnt out, but she could spend hours playing with Kara’s hair! And Kara finds it so relaxing! especially when Lena scratches her scalp and down her shoulders!

I headcanon that Kara is much more in control of her powers than the show lets on sometimes! because she punches humans without killing them, so she can definitely love Lena without breaking her! I also headcanon that even though Kara is bulletproof she’s still a little hyper sensitive to touch when she lets herself be- much like the rest of her senses!