i was suddenly consumed with the need to make this gifset

anonymous asked:

I know we're all dead but can we talk about how cute it was that he said thank you when she took her top off? And how intimate that moment was when he just took a second to look at her, to breathe her in, to confirm that this was really happening? Cause of death: Olicity.

Oliver was the perfect gentleman throughout that entire scene. 

Starting from the beginning, he was… everything. He was a man who was clearly still in love with this woman, but he’d also heard her last season when she said she was, for all intents and purposes, done. He was a man who was willing to get every tiny scrap of her natural sunlight, no matter what the cost for himself. Y’all are lying to yourselves if Felicity wasn’t doing exactly what Curtis suggested when the idea of her trying the salmon ladder came about. She’s all cute and flirty and doing something that shows a lot of skin, and yet, the entire time, Oliver was just so sweet. He didn’t push it, he didn’t take what are pretty obvious signs, he didn’t do anything without her explicit permission and direction. They went through two bottles of wine, my friends, they were quite a few sheets to the wind and still, he was the perfect gentleman. Even when she asked him to help her down, when he grabbed her waist, when he held her close, letting her down gently, cradling her like she’s the most important thing in his entire world (she is)…


He was just… 


… so Oliver and so respectful and I loved it so much.

But then it gets better.

Felicity finally makes the first move, she kisses him and remember the way he responded? 


(wow they kiss really well like damn well done a+)

He gives it his all because that’s all he wants to give her. He messed up so much in the past, and while the source of those issues are deeply buried and require a fucking bulldozer to unearth, it doesn’t change that it effectively ruined the best thing in his life. But now, now he has her back and it’s everything. Yes, the wine has stripped their inhibitions, but it just scratched off the surface, revealing what they’ve always, always wanted.



(This was cute af, anon, I so agree. He’s so totally getting swept up in the sensation of having her in his arms again, of kissing her, tasting her, feeling her, and it’s intoxicating. It takes over everything, leaving no room for anything but continuing to feel those wonderful things. We see that in the way he suddenly spins her, with so much intent, so much purpose - I know I’m not the only one who thought that was going somewhere else - but then he’s so painfully gentle with her. He could absolutely rip her sweater to pieces if he wanted to and he knew she probably wouldn’t complain one bit until later, but he didn’t, because remember, this is the Oliver who has been in love with this woman forever and he lost her and he’s been respecting her wishes in not pursuing a relationship and suddenly she’s here and she’s with him, but that doesn’t change where they are mentally, where he’s at mentally. (Wow, tangent.) It’s marked with that soft, adorable smile of his - that happy smile of his - and the way he says, “Thank you.” It’s really as if he’s thanking her for giving them this chance again.)

And then…


The passion is back, brimming over, all-consuming, burning them from the insides out, taking over everything, pulling them together like the magnets that they are…

But that’s not all it’s about, not quite. It’s about that, oh yes, but it’s also about connecting again, not just physically but emotionally and mentally, with their very souls. This isn’t just physical for Oliver, nor is it for Felicity, which is what he needs to double check, he needs to see, to make sure that… 

Well, that this is happening, that it’s what he thinks it is, that she’s on the same page, that she wants this, that she wants it as badly as he does, that she’s doing it for the same reasons, that… 


(the way he whispers her name, a gasp, a breathless plea… a prayer…)

He has to make sure. He has to. One, because it’s Oliver and when it comes to Felicity, there’s never been a halfway. 

Which is so very interesting considering what happened tonight - thinking about it from Oliver’s perspective, he honestly thought he was giving Felicity everything he could. He didn’t know at the time that he was only giving half of himself, only giving her the pieces he felt worthy of her, not realizing that he was hiding things from her, all under the guise of trying to protect her, in his own warped way. He has been broken, in his mind, for so long, but it’s only when he’s whole within himself that he can finally be with her, which we’re finally seeing, thank goodness.

He’s all in or he’s all out and he needs to know that Felicity is there with him.


But not a simple “Are you sure this is what you want,” no, it’s more than that.


It’s about them, and their love for each other.


And there it is. She’s right there with him, her love for him shining through, bathing him in its purity, a cleansing feeling that shines light in the darkest corners of his being (even if he doesn’t recognize it until much much much later). 

Cause of death: Olicity 

Indeed, anon. Indeed.

anonymous asked:

1. Henry looks down at the container in his lap, and wrinkles his nose. ‘Look,’ he tries. ‘I know it’s not lasagne or anything, but I checked online and this is what cobras have to eat!’ The Queen hisses at him, and promptly glides to the far corner of the cage, coiling up tightly and resting her head to face the back wall. He senses the clear dismissal, and huffs in annoyance. ‘I’m not going to let you starve,’ he snaps, dropping the container into the cage with a defiant ‘thwack’.

2. He grumpily stomps over to his bed, and hauls himself back on it, careful not to disturb the leaning tower of books. He is just settling back into his biology essay, when there is a sudden noise, and he looks up. The Queen is thrashing around, her tail banging against the glass and the container upended onto its side. At first, he thinks she is angry. And then he realizes – she is writhing in pain. ‘No,’ he gasps, reaching towards his mobile with trembling fingers. ‘No, no, no, no.’             

3. He tries mom first, but there is no answer. Taking a deep breath, he calls Emma next, the harsh ringing in his ear taunting him. ‘This is Emma. I can’t come to the phone right now, so leave a message.’ Third try: David. No answer. The Queen has stopped moving so much, but he can see slight tremors rippling through her body, and he scrambles off the bed to wrench the lid off her cage. ‘It’s OK, mom,’ he whispers, attempting to keep his voice steady. ‘Let’s go find help.’             

4. He shoves his phone into his back pocket, and then scoops her up into his arms, running downstairs and out the door without thinking further. Dashing onto Main Street, he instantly sees the reason why no-one was answering his calls. The entire area is in chaos, with half the road destroyed by some sort of blast and cars are being consumed by raging flames. Emma is in the center, fighting desperately against Rumple, while Belle is crumpled over a prone figure, her harsh cries filling the air.            

5. Suddenly he spots David, kneeling next to – ‘Mom!’ he cries, racing over. She is lying on the ground, and as he crashes down beside her, he’s horrified to find a pool of blood. ‘Mom?’ he asks desperately. David reaches for his shoulder, but he shrugs him off and grasps his mom’s hand. She turns slightly glazed eyes to him, and smiles. ‘Henry,’ she whispers. ‘You shouldn’t be here – it isn’t safe.’

6. The Queen begins to struggle again, frantically. Henry releases her without realizing, and then mom and the snake are staring at each other. He watches as mom reaches up her other hand slowly, and with fumbling fingers pulls the collar off. The Queen is stumbling back, returned to human form once more. She stands unsteadily for a moment, breathing heavily, and then nods at both mom and him. She turns away, and as Henry gathers mom more firmly into his arms, he watches her storm away.             

7. Emma is tiring in the fight against Gold, her magic no match against the power of all the Dark Ones combined. Henry opens his mouth to call out a warning as a flash of light speeds towards her, but before it makes contact the Queen has appeared out of nowhere, deflecting it with a twist of her wrist. ‘I may be dying but you certainly can’t kill me, imp,’ she sneers, throwing a spell at him and forcing him to stagger backwards. Henry can see her simmering anger, and encourages it in his mind.             

8. ‘I may not be able to, but this can,’ Rumple snarls back, flinging out his hand. A sword appears, having been forgotten from the earlier battle, and Henry screams as Rumple smiles victoriously and stabs the Queen. Henry wants to leap up and run to her, but mom has become worryingly silent and unmoving in his arms, and he is paralyzed in uncertainty and fear. He watches as the Queen chuckles slightly, even as she coughs blood.             

9. She grips the front of Rumple’s jacket, pulling herself further onto the blade and into his face. ‘You know your problem?’ she gloats, and he rears his head back. ‘You’re always so predictable.’ Then she is pushing herself away from him, and wrenching the sword out to fling it aside. One hand clutches her abdomen, but she straightens defiantly and Henry can see the curved blade of a knife held up in her other. ‘Dark One I command you,’ she begins, her voice clear even as she gasps for breath.             

10. ‘I command you to leave this town – leave this country – without harming anyone, physically or mentally. And you will never return.’ Rumple sways, clearly fighting the orders, and Belle lets out another small sob. Then he is gone. The Queen stumbles, strength leaving her, and Henry reaches out a hand desperately even as he draws mom closer to his chest. ‘Emma, they need your help,’ he calls. David races over and together him and Emma half-carry the Queen, laying her down next to mom.             

11. ‘Emma, heal her. Both of her,’ he begs, but Emma is pale from her own battle, and he can see her hands shaking as she concentrates them over mom. ‘Come on Regina,’ she mutters. There is a bright light, and then mom is opening her eyes and pushing herself upright. Henry flings his arms around her, sobbing loudly as she hugs him back tightly. But he pulls away quickly, scrambling over to the Queen. ‘Now her,’ he demands, grabbing her hand. Emma leans over, but no light comes.             

12. ‘I’m sorry kid,’ she says with a grimace. ‘I think my magic is used up.’ He shakes his head vigorously. ‘No, she’s my mom too – she can’t die. I won’t let her!’ Mom moves to his side, resting a hand on his shoulder. ‘Henry-’ she begins, but he desperately shakes his head again. ‘No, she’s a part of you, mom. You’re not whole without her.’ The Queen lets out a pained laugh, her fingers tightening around his. ‘Let her be free of me, Henry,’ she chokes out.

13. ‘Don’t be so defeatist,’ Mom says, before Henry can respond. She has an oddly fond expression on her face. Her and the Queen stare at each other for a moment, and then Mom reaches out with her magic, at the same time leaning down to kiss the Queen’s forehead. Henry shields his eyes from the bright light, and when he can see again, the Queen is gone. ‘What happened to her?’ he asks frantically, fingers scrabbling in the dirt where she once lay. ‘Did – did she die?’             

14. Hot tears are streaking down his cheeks, and it is difficult to breathe properly. He looks around, as if she’d magically appeared somewhere else. Then strong arms wrap around his shoulders, and he knows instantly what happened. ‘Don’t worry, Henry,’ mom reassures. ‘I’m here.’


This was perfectly heart-wrenching in every way! Snake Queen/Henry, Regal Believer, and eRegal Believer all in one! Perfection! Also that last line was <3<3

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  • you scroll past posts, and the rest of the dashboard loads. you scroll to the end. you have seen every one of these posts before. it loads again, you are back at the top.
  • no one believes the first few survivors when they make their panicked posts. you do not believe them either. not until the update moves everything on your dashboard around and you join the others in screaming for your savior, the x-kit guy.
  • old timers talk quietly about old memes. they remember when everything was new. when the people were few. they remember the birth of many things. they remember nightblogging and i give you a hamburger. they have survived many memes. when they post selfies, you notice their eyes are dead.
  • the post is a good post. it is for a cause. a good cause. one that could help everyone, anyone. you reblog it. everyone reblogs it. there is a frenzy to signal boost the cause. someone disagrees. everyone argues about the post. fights break out. death threats are sent. on a whim, you check the post’s source. the blog does not exist. no one remembers ever reblogging from the source. no one remembers following the source. no one knows who the source was. the source never existed. it is still listed as the source on the post’s notes.
  • someone talks about bringing back once-ler. you hope they let it go.
  • the number jumps from 1 to 10 to 20 to 30 and so on. you glance away from it for a moment and find it at a forty-two when you look back. you click the envelope icon just as it jumps to ninety-nine. your inbox is empty.
  • the latest meme on your dash eats at your brain. it consumes you every time you laugh at it. eventually you venture into the deepest parts of its tag and search page. you reblog a few posts. you return to your dashboard to find a new meme has eaten everyone else’s brain.
  • the gifset is on your dashboard again. you don’t reblog it, but someone does. it’s there again. you block the post. the characters in the gifset suddenly turn to you and laugh before the post disappears. the sound rings in your head until you try to log off.
  • there is talk of another site, a competitor. created by people like you, for people like you. a site for the tired. a site for the weary. for those who have been here for years. for those who seek privacy. the site’s name is whispered and passed around. but it is not long before all talk of it dies. it is not long before the other site itself is dead. no one talks about it. there is no escape still.
  • all you need to do is click logout.

primarybufferpanel  asked:

A Kastle prompt, because THAT GIFSET(!). Once Frank has put his hesitation aside, he gets all skin hungry YES TOUCH ME and can't get his clothes off fast enough

Alrighty! This was a bee-atch to write, let me tell you. This prompt was so good (you’re the queen of prompts, honestly) I was afraid of ruinning it. So I just sat for WEEKS staring at the screen, trying to come up with something good. 

But then these bts photos. Jon and Deb and Frank and Karen, Kastle, and I managed to finish it. It is very raw, unedited, because I wanted to post it today. Forgive me for any mistakes, please. 

So here it is! Hope you like it! Let me know! It could be read as a companion to “But You’re the Truth”, but it’s not mandatory. 

Here is the gifset that inspired it all 

Muah ;-*

Perspective can sure work some wonders.

Frank wasn’t an idiot, nor was he completely clueless. It was damn near impossible to ignore Karen Page and the very real effects she had on him.

He never meant for that to happen, never thought he would feel something like this again. He sure wasn’t looking for it. Especially when they met like that, with him shooting at her direction.

He wasn’t crazy, but his head wasn’t the same. With the memories of his family fading in and out all the time, plus that rage, that fire that threatened to consume his every waking moment, how was he supposed to brace himself for his lawyers’ assistant?

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Stitchers 2x01: YOLO

When I was in my early 20s, there was a guy I was really excited about. Whenever we were together, it completely consumed me: the world around us became blurred, I was unable to discern what the people around me were saying, and I got a tingling sensation every time he was near. Incidentally, I feel the exact same way about Stitchers. Naturally, I was anything but thrilled when the show went on hiatus what seems like a thousand moons ago. I just really missed it,. But after weeks of checking tumblr for new gifsets and googling the show to see if there were any news about the Season 2 premiere date, I decided to move on. I wasn’t gonna spend my life waiting, you know? Of course, just like with my former flame whom I ran into unexpectedly on the way to the supermarket that was when I heard that the show was coming back on March 22nd and all those feelings came washing over me again. Here’s what I thought of the first episode…

Welcome back to the Stitchers programme

I am embarrassed to admit that I had forgotten just *how* good the acting is. I mean, that first scene at the stitch lab, when Cameron was presumed dead, everyone on the cast really gave their performance their all. If I hadn’t known that Cameron was going to live, my heart would have broken not just for Kirsten desperately clutching on to Cameron’s lifeless body, but for Maggie, who looked utterly guilt-ridden, for Camille, who looked shaken to the core by the tragic demise of her friend and co-worker, as did Ayo, and for Linus, who real man that he is, didn’t bother holding back his tears. My GOD, what a flawless welcome back.

A whole new world

Of course this near death experience was going to leave a mark. Linus decided to make some changes to his life because it was time to grow up. And the first step to this resolution was to apologise to Camille and admit that he was wrong not to believe in her back at the lab. I for one am psyched to see him become more responsible and mature – although I sincerely hope that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop taking Zumba or wearing kurtas to raves. Camille, too, was deeply affected by the events at the lab. Witnessing her dear friend’s near-death seems to have further enhanced the protective and caring side of her that we’ve previously seen in the lock-down episode for instance. But I think she also tasted blood when she got to take the reins during the stitch. Clearly she will become more involved in the process now and I personally can’t wait to see her tap into her full potential this season. And then there was Maggie: after almost losing a protégé, she demanded more transparency for the sake of the team: if they are going to risk their lives on the job, they deserve to know what the real purpose of the Stitchers programme is. Turner disagreed and – entirely non-regrettably – was murdered a little while later. To be honest, a part of me was hoping that Maggie was the one who pulled the trigger. The asshole had it coming. So now Maggie’s going to take over as director of the programme, you go girl!

In other good news, Deputy Handsome McSweettooth, also known as Fisher, was doing well and enjoying all the attention. Maybe I’m seeing things, but did anyone else think that something could happen between Fisher and Camille? I should hope not!

Camsten: will they or won’t they?

With Fisher still out of commission after getting shot, it was up to the artist formerly known as Cautious Cameron and his sidekick Queen Elsa of Arondale to investigate Turner’s untimely demise. While their relationship has always been the best part of the show – due to Kyle and Emma having great chemistry and the writing for these two in particular feeling very organic and real – their dynamic has completely flipped: having slipped through Death’s fingers in the nick of time made Cameron realise that life is short and we better carpe the fucking diem if we want to make it count. So he went right ahead and did what everybody would do if they had just gotten a new lease on life: he took up bouldering, mischievously locked two policemen in a panic room, and indulged in punching a dude for being uncooperative (and tasering his girl). 

By contrast, Kirsten, who was feeling all the emotions for the first in forever (k, gotta stop with the Frozen references already), was suddenly the careful one. Frankly, I am very invested in seeing her struggling with real feelings over the weeks to come. It was really gratifying to see her trying to process everything she’s learnt from stitching into Cameron and weighing whether or not she should be upfront and let him know that she knows about his feelings for her. I don’t, however, care too much for Cameron’s dauntless shenanigans.

In fact, I believe that his carefree actions are going to cause a bit of a rift between him and Kirsten. After all, he used to look up to her because she was fearless and brazen, something that he in his cautious disposition could never be. Only now he is, so how is it going to affect the way he sees her? That being said, I get what the writers are trying to achieve, at least I think I do: so far, Kirsten and Cameron have been polar opposites in terms of their personalities and priorities. Now, they’re still polar opposites, but they are seeing the world through the other person’s eyes for a change. I reckon it’s just a matter of time before everyone’s favourite otp finally finds common ground and gives in to their feelings. And boy do we have a great fandom to help us get there.


Residual emotion from this week’s stitch:

-          Kirsten’s father is alive and murdering, should have seen that coming, really.

- “Badges? We don’t need no badges”

- “He watched a lot of movies when he was a kid…”

Playing Platonic

Length: 2,520 words
Rating: PG-13 (for language, only)
Pairings: Zarry
Summary: Harry can handle being in love with Zayn. What he can’t handle is allowing himself to believe that Zayn might be in love with him, too.
Notes: This is for my darling whatwasthatbob because after seeing this gifset, I headcanoned at her and then she did that thing where she gets a bit scary and threatening and insists I write the thing. So I wrote the thing. It’s mostly just angsty and then schmoopy. Meep. There’s also every chance that I’ve timelined this wrong in terms of that interview and stuff that’s mentioned in the fic. It’s late, just go with it.

(Read on ao3)

What more could you want?

The words echo around Harry’s head as the interview comes to an end; the bright lights shut off and causing him to blink back white spots from his vision. Zayn is out of the door before the interviewer has so much as snapped her tablet closed, the door clicking shut in his wake.

If any of the other boys notice that something is off with their friend and bandmate, they don’t react. Louis is far more preoccupied trying to see how many empty water bottles he can balance on Liam’s head and Niall seems determined to clean out the snacks table before they’re ushered off. To the next bland hotel room, the next interview, the same questions, over and over, until their mouths could bleed with it.

Harry leaves without a word, then, hoping to find Zayn in the prep room that’s been set up for them at the end of the hall. He doesn’t need to go that far–he finds Zayn in the hallway, leaning against the wall. His head is tipped back, his eyes half-lidded. Harry can see his fingers twitching against his upper thigh. He looks as though he wants a cigarette but didn’t quite get so far as making it outside.

“Crowd’s out in force,” Zayn murmurs, by way of an explanation, tilting his head to one side to look at Harry. “Wasn’t much in the mood to see anyone.”

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