Hannibal: Post Mortem, with  Caroline Dhavernas and Katharine Isabelle (x)

anonymous asked:

what are some of your fav blogs and why? and what do they post? i need some nice blogs to follow.


louis blogs: aatyoo viplouis louiswillian hickeylou slowdlve bitchasslouis arthoelouis lewisjonesfans sweetpealouis habibilouis dimpledlouis 

harry blogs: welingtonvideo thightat harrysnipplesvevo peachesharry afteryouharry littlespoonstyles

my mom: newmanagement 

larry blogs: shadylarrie daggertat larrytrash nsfwboyfriends popfan4ever 

this was hard and I’m sure i forgot people so I’m sorry!! 


(forgive the hipster photos; im indulging myself.)

life update! so the reason i’ve been MIA recently (i’m not sure if my queue has been spitting out things or not) is that i recently changed city, started my graduate studies and moved into my new apartment! it’s been an absolute crazy week (and tbh it has not stopped since chicago!) but so satisfying in the end. so thanks for being patient with me (esp since i haven’t been able to participate in skyeward month like i wanted to! so, so sad) and reading my actual-blogging post. i’m not sure when my schedule will normalize, but wanted to give you guys a lil’ update on my semi hiatus. also i really like my new cactus; it’s adorable. 

“Your way, always your way,” is the most romantic thing John has ever said to Sherlock. Even when he flat out told him he loved him, that involved Mary, too, which kind of killed the romance of it. But “always your way” puts Sherlock all by himself, above everyone else in John’s life.

It’s a struggle liking people and not knowing if they like you back. Like why can’t this be easy. Ugh you’re so cute


Tagged by blossoms-shadows for the beautiful people tag. I tag shadowswillfuck (I want a rugby jersey picture!), chandra-channy, sausagesandwich, inspirationandallthatjazz (idk if you’ll do this, but here you go), theforgottencasulty, danedehaanfanart


Look, no glasses this time!(s2g I’ll stop wearing this hat as soon as I get a decent haircut)

fuckyeahfetuccinni replied to your post:Waaaiiittt… I said I wasn’t going to theorize…

Marlene said that Charlotte had access to medical school corpses. The how I think really doesn’t matter, because 98% of the shit -A does has never needed a how for us to suspend disbelief despite how fucking ridiculous they are lmao hahaha

I’m not frustrated with you, I’m frustrated with Marlene, I promise, but um… I don’t give two shits what Marlene says. This is one of the biggest problems I have with the show. Where did she say this? Who is going to track down her every interview and tweet for answers that should JUST BE IN THE SCRIPT TO BEGIN WITH.

It’s shoddy writing and quite frankly, I feel like it’s lazy. There are countless things that she’s answered over social media that not everyone’s seen. I’m not even all that mad about this one thing being answered this way, it’s simply that it’s happened so many times that it’s ridiculous.

This show will not last. It will not survive for future generations. Five-ten years from now, no one will really care to watch it. The reason for this being, Marlene and co didn’t put enough answers in the script. It’s not in the show itself. Five-ten years from now, no one will track down the answers that should just be there to begin with. They’ll be looking for a Netflix binge watch, not an internet scavenger hunt.

I think, that in the end, all Marlene and co were really concerned with was being “progressive”. I’ve seen that word everywhere now. A gay main character that’s taken seriously, bullying, a transgender character, heavy focus on female friendship, etc. Nice, yes, it’s good to have these things being shown/explored. It’s about fucking time. But I don’t care if the overall story is poorly written. Those things are the second layer of a story. Important, though it lacks the same impact if the first layer is irrelevant.

The first layer is the obvious story, the literal interpretation. In PLL, it’s a group of girls being harassed and psychologically tortured by an unknown entity. This is the layer that is to be completely understood and resolved by the story’s end. It’s supposed to be wrapped up with a satisfying conclusion. It’s supposed to make sense to all who’ve followed the story. It’s good to have some twists and leave a few things up to viewer interpretation simply because it makes the story overall more enjoyable.

Not every little thing needs to be answered, but there needs to be enough to be satisfying. This wasn’t satisfying. Some of it honestly doesn’t even make sense with the story as a whole.

Now, with the first layer pretty much chucked out the window, what’s the point of the second layer? What’s the point of the characters’ personal struggles and growth when the story at large doesn’t even make sense? What’s the point of the metaphorical story when the literal one can’t even be properly followed? Nothing feels like it fits anymore. I feel like it’s one giant “what’s the point?”

Hooked On A Feelin'

“Oogachaka ooga ooga…”

Dean doesn’t switch the station even though he starts shifting uncomfortably in his seat when it starts going, “I can’t stop this feeling!”

And Cas is sitting next to him in the passenger’s seat because Sam is back at the motel. Somehow it’s weirder with Cas but then he can’t stop singing along.

“When you hold me in your arms so tight,” he sings under his breath.

“High on believing,” Cas starts singing.

And they join together on, “That you’re in love with meeeeee.”

And then they’re singing so loud that when they pull up alongside another car, the girls inside stare at them.

Dean winks.

“You know I loved Guardians of the Galaxy,” Dean says. “I don’t care what anybody thinks.”

Cas laughs. “I am groot.”

It’s so fucking cute that when they stop at a stop sign Dean can’t stop himself from leaning over and pressing a kiss to Cas’s lips.

He pulls away and blushes and Cas’s cheeks are pink and splotchy and Dean looks at the road. Some other song comes on and Dean doesn’t even notice because his heart is hammering away at his chest. And then he hears Cas mumbling the words to, “The Weight.” So Dean can’t help singing too because it’s the fucking Band and you always sing when The Band comes on.

Cas reaches over and takes his hand and when they get back to the motel, Dean pushes Cas up against the Car and kisses him for read this time.

“You’re in love with meeeee,” Cas sings softly when they break apart and Dran cracks up.

“I love you,” Dean says. “I don’t care what anybody thinks.”