i miss both these shows :(

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Doctor who + chips

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c'mon // panic! at the disco + fun.

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1/?: Sherlock/Poirot similarities & parallels

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The road gets dimmer and dimmer;
Sometimes you can hardly see;
But it’s fight, man to man,
And do all you can,
For they know they can never be free.

Liz from IGPX. I missed most of the show both times it aired, so I need to actually finish it, but I think I had a small crush on this character back in the day before forgetting she existed for like, a bunch of years, along with the show itself.

A Total Mess

Who: Tom Holland
What:
Tom receives a slurred text that doesn’t make sense, so he goes to investigate and finds you drunk off your ass. 

A/N : This so rough, I just threw it together. Hopefully, it’s okay. 

Bloody Hell, [Y/N].” 

Tom stood at [Y/N]’s doorway, shocked to see her sprawled out on the floor with two empty wine bottles lying next to her. She looked an absolute mess. Her hair was disheveled, makeup smeared around her eyes, and her flannel buttoned wrong. Quickly shoving the spare key he had to her apartment into his pocket, he shut the door and waltzed over to her. Picking her up from the ground, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Tom!” [Y/N] slurred happily, she clawed after him when he propped her against the couch. “Where you going?” She frowned as he walked away from her. Swaying, she put her hands on either side of her to keep her from toppling over, “I’m so glad you’re here, Tom. I missed you!”

Shaking his head, he grabbed both bottles and showed them to her, “Did you drink both of these by yourself?” His voice was stern, he had never seen [Y/N] like this before. She was always so well composed. He could only ever recall one or two times when [Y/N] was drunk and even then she was completely coherent to answer questions. 

Shrugging, [Y/N] hiccuped. “Give or take a few glasses.” She waved one hand towards the wall that Tom now noticed had stains of red with broken glass on the floor. “I may or may not have, not have, thrown a few glasses.” [Y/N] giggled but it wasn’t anywhere near the kind of giggle, Tom was used to hearing. “I’m so fucking stupid.” 

Sighing, Tom decided that he’d deal with one thing at a time. Setting the wine bottles far from her reach, he sat down in front of her. Crossing his legs under him, he held her shoulders, forcing her to stare into his eyes. “What happened?” 

She inhaled, “Well,” [Y/N] started, hiccuping again. “[Ex’s Name] broke up with me after three years of being together and get this,” she hiccuped once more, “you ready for this? Over text. Over text, Tom. Who the fuck does that?” Running both hands over her face, she groaned. “You were right.” She stated, “I never should have dated him.” 

Tom frowned, “I’m sorry, [Y/N].” 

Shrugging, she laughed but not in a happy way. “I’m an idiot.” Pointing downward at herself, she shook her head at her flannel. “I’m a fucking mess. Always a fucking mess.” She tore at the buttons, getting frustrated, she yanked on them causing it to fly open and expose her bra and mid-section. “You know what he told me, Tom?” Running both hands through her hair, she laughed again. “That I’m, I’m clingy. And I expect too much from him.” Throwing her hand in the air, she leaned forward, “Well no shit! I only just spent three years wasting my fucking time on him. Of course, I’d be, be clingy and expect things from him. That’s what you do in relationships.” 

Tom tried really hard to ignore the fact that his really good friend was sitting looking pitiful as ever with her upper body on display. Running his own hand through his hair, he cleared his throat. “I think you’ve had enough to drink and it’s time that you go to bed, yeah?” 

“Pfft.” Waving Tom off, she turned around against the couch and dug in between the cushions and pulled out a fifth of Jack. 

“Did you? Did you hide alcohol in your couch?” Tom asked in disbelief. 

“Uh duh.” [Y/N] snapped. “I’m treated like shit, might as well act like it too. And I’m going to start by finishing this whole entire thing.” 

Tom lunged forward, yanking it from her hands. “No, [Y/N].” He snapped. 

“Give. Me. Back. My. Booze. Holland.” 

He couldn’t believe this. Out of all his friends, [Y/N] was nothing like this. She would occasionally have a glass of wine or perhaps a beer if someone could convince her. She was so proper and sophisticated. It blew his mind to see her a complete and total wreck. “You are not doing this to yourself. I refuse to take you to the bloody ER to get your stomach pumped. You’re fucking insane, [Y/N].” 

Tears started to fall down her cheeks, “You don’t understand, Tom.” She squeaked. “It hurts. I want it to stop. I’ve never felt this broken before.”

Tom felt like an asshole for snapping at her. Of course she was hurting, she had been madly in love with the bloke. Tom hated [Ex’s Name]. He was moody, incredibly cocky, and always talked down to [Y/N] as if she was a piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe. She deserved much better and he thought he had gotten through to her a few months ago but even he knew deep down inside he couldn’t fight the feelings that had already settled in her bones. 

“Come on,” Tom quietly spoke, ushering her to take his hands. 

Frowning, she shook her head. “Just give me the bottle and let me drink myself into-”

“-death?” Tom snapped. 

Squinting her eyes, she looked away from him. “I was going to say oblivion but that could work too.” 

“Oh for fucks sake!” Tom half way yelled. He stepped forward, yanking her up gently but firm enough for her to be unable to fight back. He looked her dead in the eyes, “I understand you’re hurting, I can see it written all over your face but he’s not worth it, [Y/N]. No one is worth this,” he started to speak softer. “I can’t stand to see you like this, you’re an absolute wreck, it’s breaking my-it’s upsetting.” 

“What else am I supposed to do?” She cried. 

Letting go of her wrists, his hand quickly buttoned her shirt. Pulling her into a hug, he held her tight. He half smiled when she hugged him back tighter. He pressed his cheek to her head as she cried into his chest. Tom had never thought of [Y/N] anything more than just a friend until she started to date [Ex’s Name]. It opened his eyes that the reason he didn’t see her as anything more was because he had just gotten into the habit of always being with her and enjoying her presence. It was a weird battle he had with himself on whether or not he should express how he felt for [Y/N]. But, he wanted her to be happy and if happy meant being with that arrogant asshole, then so be it. He would just be there when it came tumbling down. And now that it was happening, it made him feel like an asshole because looking at her now with tear streaked cheeks and puffy eyes, he could have avoided all of this. 

She wouldn’t be feeling like it was necessary to drink herself into the grave or feel so broken. Tom would never make her feel that way if he would have just sucked it up and told her how he felt. Even he could read behind her joke of always saying that the two of them should just get married and live their lives happy whenever she’d get into a fight with [Ex’s Name]. It could have worked out between him and her. But, again, Tom couldn’t bring himself to admit his feelings when she’d seem so happy. Because he could never admit his feelings when she was crying on his shoulder, it was never the right moment and Tom was all about the right moment. 

“Let’s get you in bed, watch a movie, and get you to sleep.” Tom guided her to her bedroom. He watched as she climbed into her bed, “I promise it’ll get better.” 

[Y/N] felt so empty, it was a feeling she couldn’t explain. “Will you stay, Tom? I’m afraid once you leave, I’ll go back out there looking for something to numb me.” 

Tom nodded, “Of course, [Y/N]. You know I’ll always stay.” He kicked off his shoes and climbed in after her. 

i decided to wait until episode 8 had aired before i made a decision on how i felt about the last few episodes. there were so many great moments (not just good, truly great) and i love the show for every second of those–BAMF magnus, jace banter, maia (alisha steals every scene she’s in), luke’s protective streak, eme’s acting, alec coming into his own, simon’s story weaving in all of the characters….

and yet, here i am. “here” being this nebulous spot between frustrated and understanding the limitations of a show that features seven main characters. all seven of whom of i’ve grown to love in their own unique ways and want to see pieces of each of their stories just as much as the others. 

i can’t deny that i started watching shadowhunters because of magnus and alec, though. and episodes 7 and 8 have given me some of the best moments between them. harry and matt own every scene they’re in together. period. full stop.

so how did i end up “here?”

their first time together and magnus revealing his eyes to alec are two major events that were missing from show!canon. i had hope that both would be treated well by writers who have, so far, exceeded my expectations when it comes to magnus and alec. and yet, as i finished last night’s episode i couldn’t help but be disappointed by the writing. 

it wasn’t the lack of a morning after scene at the beginning of episode 8 that finally tipped me over the edge–it was the situation in which alec saw magnus’ cat eyes.

with one two-minute scene we could have seen magnus and alec in a pre-sex or morning after setup where magnus decides to let down the glamour for alec, and alec alone. no on-screen “sex” needed. that would’ve been even more intimate and personal than any sex scene. i can’t help but wish that, in this case, harry and matt had been given the material to show us those two events through alec and magnus’ experiences. instead we got fade-to-black, a conversation with jace, and magnus revealing those eyes in front of a woman he detests….

*sigh*

i can’t sugercoat it. in a show that has treated malec with such care until now, these two “firsts” were a complete and utter misfire. those are opportunities for show!canon that we’ll never get back.

i’m not pissed. im just beyond disappointed.

so. 

here i am. 

and if you know anything from following me, it’s that i’m cynical and sarcastic, but i also have a lot of gratitude and hope.

those misfires don’t dampen my enthusiasm to see what comes next. harry and matt consistently deliver portrayals of magnus and alec that are on point, emotional, and include details that make every second matter. i’ll still be in front of my tv next monday at 8pm excited about what comes next.

and until then…

in the iconic words of ruelle, where do we go from here? well, there’s nothing in show!canon that says (yet) that was actually the first time alec saw magnus’ eyes. and there’s nearly nothing to go on for their first time together. so, as for me, i’m going to be writing. and i hope you are too.

‘cause this is what fandom is for.

we develop new worlds. branch off into alternate timelines. we fix shit

go forth and create.

anonymous asked:

All I want,,,,, is missing earth with the paladins,, jus give me pidge and lance talking about their favorite show and "man I wonder how many episodes I've missed" and then now they both know that the other likes the show all they do is make references. And hunk and shiro talking about earth food and hunk going out whenever possible to get earth food to make everyone feel a little better and keith talking documentaries and missing earth's horizon and all of them bonding over missing earth please

Yes to all of this.

Give me Pidge and Lance speculating about what’s happening in the newest season of their show back on Earth and eventually creating their own alternate canon and developing their own plot.  

Give me Lance and Pidge trying to give shitty explanations and renditions of what has already happened in their shows to Hunk, Shiro, Keith, Allura, and Coran so they can rope them in to acting out characters/voices in “new episodes” that Pidge and Lance create.

Give me a Hunk who bakes and cooks to cope with his stress and anxiety about being in a completely foreign environment with no guarantee of when (or if) he’ll see home again.  And who shares his coping mechanism with Shiro, who has to deal with the added pressures of being leader and fighting against aliens that are the very cause of his trauma.

Give me a Hunk and Shiro who work together to develop recipes that taste similar to the paladin’s favorite foods back on Earth.  Who teach the others how to recreate the recipes, giving them all an activity they can do and reminisce about together, and who recreate family dinners like the ones they had back on Earth.

  Give me a Keith who is surprisingly good at explaining how things work back on Earth to Allura and Coran because not all of the documentaries he watched were conspiracy documentaries.  Keith rambling about his conspiracies to Coran, who takes him seriously and even tells Keith about weird rumors and theories back on Altea.  Keith telling random facts he can remember from documentaries to Allura, who wants to learn more about the planet her paladins came from.  

Give me a Keith who info dumps what he can remember from his documentaries to the other paladins, who absorb it all eagerly and offer whatever facts they can remember since they’re all scared of forgetting about things on Earth.

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Let’s put things around each other’s necks and trick everyone into thinking we’re gonna snog.

That’ll be sooooo funny.

(for phrynesboudoir - thanks for the great idea!)

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just in case any of you have forgotten about this computer-generated abomination

Woah this is the first transparent image I’ve ever done!!

So, I put off watching the Gravity Falls finale for a while because I didn’t want to face that it was over… But when I did watch it I was glad, because it was perfect. I will miss seeing new episodes of this show that has been both created and received with such love. But I’m so happy Hirsch and his team got to end it right. I may have cried, but at the end I was smiling!! 

When your non-canon ship has a break-up scene

The quality of Veep

I have been thinking of how to word the drop of quality in Veep, and as almost always the answer lies within The West Wing. Best described in this gif:

The blatant mythicization of America aside. I feel like this encapsulates what has happened to Veep, and what happened to The West Wing

After their original creators, writers, and show runners left, both after season 4 (Iannuchi and Sorkin respectively) there was a drop in quality. The“x” factor that made these shows extraordinary was suddenly gone. 

The new versions of the shows are in now way bad. They just don’t that old sparkle.