its i for you and you were made for me

The Netflix Series of Unfortunate Events is turning out to be awesome! Super stoked for season 2. Loving how VFD members are getting a lot more screen time too! And Lemony Snicket!! And UNCLE MONTY!!!

johnkeepsherlockright  asked:

i just wanted to say before the [real] ep airs (i really think its fake, mofftiss cant be that dumb) and we find out the truth, that you were the first sherlock/johnlock blog i've followed and you're really great and really special to me, no matter what. thank you for everything💜

ASFDASDFASFD THANKS LOVELY! This means a lot, and I’m happy to have made your blogging experience a blast!

listen, this probably doesn’t mean much from someone who hasn’t been in the fandom since the freaking fall, but the reason I came back into this fandom for season 4, was because of the TJLC community. Not because of the show, not because of the “brilliant” writers moftiss, I came back because of the meta, the art, the gifsets, the fics, the brilliant analysis.

LISTEN TO ME. You people are the ones that made this show brilliant for me, and for many others. YOU ARE. TJLC. Not moftiss, not the executives, the producers, YOU. This show would not be even a fraction of as ingenious as it appears to be, if it were not for all of you. I do not have the words to convey the utter awe I have at the cleverness of this fandom. It is unlike anything I have seen before, or probably will see again. You all made this show worth watching, you gave it depth, coherency, purpose beyond what its creators were capable of.

I am wounded for every one of you that spent time on metas and fics that were 200 times more interesting and genius than moftiss could ever hope to be. I am wounded for every gif-maker, edit-maker, artist, composer, shit-poster- any of you who have contributed in any way to this fandom, this show. I am wounded for every queer person who put hope in them, and was let down today. You did not deserve this. You deserve a well written story, that is groundbreaking, that is all about love conquering all in the end.

All I can say to you is this: though you are hurting, please do not give up on love. Even if you need to give up on Johnlock, don’t give up the passion you have cultivated in this fandom. Go on and use what you have learned, the zeal you have for complicated plots and continuity, for conspiracies and dark humor, for incredible love and beautiful friendship- go and do better. (and while you’re at it, make it fucking gay as hell)

Show them what they could have done, show them how exceptional it could have been, how fucking groundbreaking- you know you can because, after all, you all, are what made this show wonderful.

this is the last formal post i’ll make on this because i’ve just been notified of some posts on a vent blog that have bothered me immensely. but we are a mature, literate, twisted college roleplay that will revolve around dark themes. this is something we believed everyone to be aware of upon entering. however, i still made a long main post about the event before it was decided asking for opinions which i got the majority agreeing to do. if you were not happy with the event, you could message us and if we got too many we were more than happy to change the event. however we didn’t, and those that then decided they didn’t want to do the event are being given a free pass to have nothing to do with it, you can even black list the event tag, you don’t have to have anything to do with it and this is why i made the post about it in the first place. yes it’s a triggering subject, yes it’s sensitive, and yes it’s risky. but this isn’t your fun safe enviroment and we are taking this event seriously. we are making no fun on it, we are being as serious as we can be about it and if you aren’t happy you could message us. with that, please do not go rant to a vent blog about us, and that is all i’ll be saying on this topic, but there is nothing further we can do. if you really aren’t happy, then you’re more than free to request a hiatus or talk to us. but we gave the option already to state if you wanted us to do it or not and only few gave opinions back. 

please like this post so we are aware you’ve read it and understand. 

It’s amazing how La la land managed to look progressive, but not be progressive at all.

Like it was hitting you with onscreen PoC, but not a single one had any real influence on the story.

Basically the story its self was made and structured in a way that only the two main characters had any real influence.

And even now I can’t tell you anything about the characters, because they were nothing outside of their dreams and aspirations.

The story was so dependent on the romance between them and surrounded their dreams….it just left me numb.

And that’s without thinking about how a white boy insisted on jazz dying? ?? And thinking he had to save it? Or that it was his place to?

letting what can not stay, leave.

we were on different planets
writing letters to each other from different rooms.
tethered to rope i would try to visit you.
bobbing around aimlessly in between stars
you did the same.
we could only get but so far before we had to go back to where we were.
our hands fit so nice
especially when mine weren’t sweaty
you always made me nervous.
not anymore.
maybe in another universe or dimension of time
its you i come home to after a long day at work
and we aren’t tethered to our different planets
instead we are in a world of our own
where things only get bad because we let them.
i swear you could talk me off the ledge but then push me off completely.
i need to be healthy
i want to be healthy
and it starts here.
under a tree on the moon
stitching my heart back together
and moving forward.
i guess this is what growing up looks like


Keith, at the store because Lance is having his monthly: :< 

Clerk: How can I help you?

Keith: Oh I’m just picking up some pads for my boyfriend. 

Clerk: That’s so sweet. :3 

Keith: :3 

nothing hurt more than when I saw a picture of you and her. You barely ever took photos with me, let alone post them. And here you were posting pictures with this girl you barely knew, and I tried not to hate her, I tried not to hate you. But my insides felt like they were ripping apart at the sight of  you. And I knew this was going to happen eventually, I guess I was just hoping it wouldn’t.  
and its just so fucking pathetic, while I’ve spent all this time missing you.. you spent it with her. You never even thought of me once.
And all I can fucking do is imagine the way that you talk to her, its probably the same way I talked to you., like you were made out of the sun or something.
And I just don’t fucking understand how one person can leave such a huge mark on you when you can’t even leave a fucking scratch on them. Because you left me and I still see you every fucking where, and I never made you feel a damn thing. you never even cared for me.
I just want it to stop, I want it all to stop. I want to stop feeling every burning fire for you. I want to stop thinking of every word you said to me, I want to stop analyzing every little part of our relationship in trying to figure out where the fuck we went wrong because I get it now. I understand..
a relationship is always doomed to end in heartbreak when there is one person who loves more and in our case, I was always the one who loved more, and now it just hurts so bad because you love her. You love her even though I wanted you to love me.. even though I gave you every fucking piece of me. You chose her.
It will never be me and you. I was never enough, and the thought of that alone breaks me into a million pieces, so how the fuck am I supposed to feel when I realize why I wasn’t enough. When I see the face of the girl who was enough..
—  I don’t think I’ll ever get over you

I just want to talk about these two pictures real quick. In the top one, it’s a bit back in the day when liking boys and girls was not accepted AT ALL and as you can see Magnus is sitting with just women around him. And then look at the recent pic where you see men and women sitting with him. When I was looking at these two pictures it really hit me that this character has lived through these times where not only lgbtq+ people were not accepted at all but racism was at its very worst. You realize how much depth Magnus truly has as he’s lived through such horrific times not just in his own life but time period wise in both the shadow world and mundane world. I don’t really know exactly where I’m going with this but it just made me think a lot more about Magnus Bane’s life and how he became who he is, and I’m very interested to see how they portray that on the show.


neil, you lil shit

happy holidays, foxes! its only been a few months since i joined the fandom, but i can honestly say that it’s the best one i’ve been in; the books and the fandom saved 2016 for me (that and yuri on ice but i digress)

so thank you, foxes, for everything 

I saw the tear form in the corner of your eye. But I was speechless. I had been in your shoes before. I knew the pain you were in and I understood. Nothing I could say or do would make the pain go away. But you have me. And as I reached out my hand towards you and we sat across each other in the silence, the tear made its way down your cheek and onto the floor. A smile formed in the corner of your lips because you knew you weren’t alone. And although you may think I don’t know how you feel or what you’ve been through..I do. And I will not let you sink into despair or allow you to feel the way I felt because I had no one. You have me. All of me and together we will conquer the hatred the world throws at us.

@ashleythejohnson: Mad love and respect to my Dungeons & Dragons crew. This campaign has been going on for two years now and my character (which was a Gnome/Cleric), died last night. BUT out of sheer determination, they were able to fight and bring me back. Tears were shed, bonds were made stronger and anyone who tells me that D & D is lame can suck my big fat Staff of Courage. It’s crazy how much I love you guys and if it ever came down to it, I’d fight ‘til the death for each of you rapscallions. 😘👊💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚@matthewmercervo, @marisha_ray, @orionacaba, @laurabaileyvo, @willingblam, @voiceofobrien (not pictured) @executivegoth @ramsiegel

Over the last couple of months, I’ve had dozens of people ask me (through my blogs, through our butch support group on facebook, and through our local meetup group) if I could help them figure out if they were butch. This has ranged from “can you be a sounding board for me to work through some stuff?” (which I’m always happy to do, makes me feel useful!) to “can you basically just give me the answer?” (to which i would like to say, “i don’t know a fuckin thing my guy”). 

Its made me realize what a rocky (ha, ha) terrain this is for so many people. god, I know how it felt for me to settle into butch, like pulling on your most weather worn boots that have, over time, totally aligned to the shape of your feet. Sometimes I forget what it was like to break them in. Sometimes I forget how lost you feel before you’ve found your home. If I can raise the lantern to the path behind me, I’d very much like to do that, for anyone still stumbling through the dark.

When people come to me and want to work out their feelings about their relationship to butch, I don’t ask questions like, have you ever been mistaken for a man, are you attracted to femmes, is your hair short, do you have a strong build, are you dysphoric, do you wear flannel shirts and solid men’s shoes. These are all things associated with butchness, and certainly with good reason, but they aren’t the definition. This isn’t about what you put on your body. Neither is it a wishy washy identity thing - it’s something you can’t take off or put on, just something you can choose to own or not. I am butch no matter what I do.

Think about the last time you saw a butch in public. Like, a real live butch stranger, existing and living out there. How did you feel? Did your heart light up for a moment, hoping she’d see you? If you’ve had the pleasure to be around other butches already, do you feel camaraderie? Does something hard and rough unfold just a little at the edges before you go back out into the world? When you read butch words, butch history, do you feel rooted and real? Does it make you feel like you can live?

When I tried to hide my butch self, it was miserable - and everyone could see through it anyway. When I came home, I found myself. I found myself in womanhood. I found myself in lesbianism. I found a paper trail of proof that I exist, have existed throughout history, will continue to exist, that I don’t have to stuff my unwilling and untamed body into a falsehood of femininity or the dissociative state of manhood. Suddenly, I had roots. Suddenly, my feet were on the ground - armored by these old weather worn boots that have seen me through so much.

(pic from fun home by alison bechdel)


Mistakes were made. And worse is that you failed to keep the subjects contained and recover them after the initial breach. Now we have potentially dangerous individuals at large. Over 30 of them

And currently we only have budget to surveil one

My Savior (Part 2)

Part 1

A/N: This got so many requests, thank you

         I know it’s not as good as the first part, forgive me.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

You physically froze. You couldn’t move, you were in shock. You didn’t think that he had that kind of power over you. Then a small smile made its way on to your face, and it grew bigger until it reached your eyes.

Negan and Rick has stopped their conversation to watch you. You turned round slowly and there he was. Carl. You hadn’t seen him in five weeks and you were worried about him. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug; you wrapped your arms round his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You stayed like that for a few moments and then he pulled away. He cupped your face with his hands and wiped away a few stray tears that you didn’t know had fallen. He grabbed you hand and pulled you to the side of the road, away from Rick and Negan, while ignoring Negan’s harsh glares.

“What are you doing?” He asked, turning to face you.

“What do you mean?” You replied, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“With him!” He hissed, gesturing towards Negan who was still staring.

“He saved me.” You shrugged.

“What?” It was Carl’s turn to look confused. “Tell me everything, from the beginning.”

“Well I left like usual, and at the end of the two weeks, I was coming back home but I got surrounded by walkers. I killed five of them but there was, like, 18 left and then the Saviors showed up and shot them. Negan made me an official Savior and I have my own room at the sanctuary. I get treated with respect-”

“Hold on,” He interrupted, holding up a hand. “Negan is a killer! He does not save people!”

“And how would you know?” You defended, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, kid. How the fuck would you know?” Negan suddenly appeared behind you, making you jump. But he wasn’t with Lucille, he had given her to Rick.

Carl squinted, clearly unimpressed with Negan. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know. You killed Abraham and Glenn!”

You gasped as a tear slipped down your cheek. You didn’t want to believe him, but Carl wouldn’t lie about something like this. Glenn was like a brother to you, and Abraham was like a father.

You turned round to face Negan. “Why?”

Negan shrugged, he felt bad that he had made you upset but he tried to keep his cool composure. “You’re people killed my people, so to punish you, Abraham died. But Glenn… Oh that was on Daryl. When Glenn went to hit me, I specifically told them that I would shut that shit down, no expectations! But then your friend, Daryl, tried to hit me and for that, Glenn died.”

By now you were full on crying. Sobs were racking your body, nothing could stop the tears that were flowing down your cheeks.

Carl put his arm round you shoulder and pulled you into him while glaring at Negan. If looks could kill, Negan would be dead.

“Shit, sorry.” Negan wiped the sides of his mouth. “Didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“Leave her alone.” Carl spat. He began walking back to his house with his arm still round your shoulder for support.

“Watch my form!” Negan shouted as he smashed the skull of a walker in with a candle holder. “Clean that up for next time.” He told Rick, dropping the candle holder on the floor.

“Move out!” He shouted raising his hand and waving it. “Well thanks for half your shit, Rick!” Negan sing-songed as he took his bat of Rick and slung it over his shoulder.

You watched as he walked to the truck just outside the gate and you lowered your gaze, deep in thought. Rick had asked him if Daryl could stay and Negan agreed but only if Daryl said it himself. But he didn’t. Carl didn’t ask if you could stay; he probably thought that Negan wouldn’t want you around now that you knew he had murdered your friends in cold blood. Carl’s grip tightened around your waist and when you looked up, you saw Negan staring at you.

“Well?” He asked, waving towards the truck. “What are you waiting for? Get in!”

You shook your head. “I’m staying here. These people are my family.”

“What?” He laughed. “These people are your family? They didn’t come looking for you when you were ‘missing’ for five weeks.” He stated, using air quotations. “What about me? Am I not family to you?”

“You saved me and I’m grateful for that. But I belong here.” You answered. 

Everyone was silent watching your exchange which only made you more nervous.

“You do not belong here. You belong with family.” Negan insisted, walking towards you.

“I am with family.” You retorted.

“You’re not.”

“How would you know?” You were getting pissed off at this point. Why didn’t he just leave?

“I’m your dad, Y/N.”

i could write thousands of poems about
how i loved you like you were the first air of fresh morning
or like the stars never come out without you
or like my heart only find its beats when you hold me
but this is all bullshit
the words coming from my mouth flow through the air and touch your lips so desperately
i can spill my heart on papers about how you made me feel
like i was the sun in your morning sky
or the moon on your night sky
but still bullshit
you are the best thing that happened to my heart
and the worst thing that happened to my mind
—  k.m
Reasons I love Weightlifting Fairy & what it taught me:

* Bok Joo shows that you don’t have to be absolutely perfect to get a good human who loves you for who you are.
* Joon Hyung shows that you don’t have to be an absolute gentleman to get a good human who loves you for who you are.
* Although Bok Joo’s depression started because of a broken heart and may seem silly to some people, the show and its characters never made it seem that way. They showed that her feelings were completely valid and that it was okay for her to do whatever she needed to in order to feel okay again.
* Bok Joo and Joon Hyung’s healthy relationship: they supported each other through everything, but also made sure to talk when either of them was being unreasonable.
* Regarding the characters’ careers: not everyone ended up doing what they originally planned to. The obvious example is Shi Ho after her last competition, but other characters seemed to change their minds as well in the end. This showed that although we may be stressed at one point because we aren’t sure of what we want to do in our lives, everything will be okay and we will eventually figure it out.
* Although Jae Yi and Ah Young had been friends for years, she explained that relationships should never be forced and should take their time.
* When Joon Hyung found out the real reason why his mother came back, Bok Joo didn’t tell him that the way he was feeling was wrong. Instead, she acknowledged his feelings but also tried to explain to him that seeing things from his mother’s perspective may help him try to understand her. Before we judge others, we should at least try to see things through their eyes.
* Last thing: because we’re young, we should try to enjoy these times. We won’t always be happy, but by surrounding ourselves with people who genuinely love us and by being kind to others, we can make the best out of these years.

I really loved watching Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo. This was my first kdrama and to be honest, I never thought I’d love it as much as I did.

One of my fav parts of the brick is when Javert is like

“Monsieur Madeleine I have to confess… I broke the law… i wanted to arrest u bc I thought u were a criminal but you clearly aren’t and I’ve really offended u so please fire me”

And Jean Valjean is like “nah I’m actually not that offended ppl make mistakes its ok you can go”

“Wait what no!! I broke the law you gotta fire me”


“But I made a terrible mistake I don’t deserve this job!!!”

“It’s okay man you can keep your job literally don’t worry”

“I’ll just consider myself fired and I’ll keep fulfilling my duties until you replace me sir”

“Lmao kay”

You stayed on the roof the whole time you were out, didn’t you?” She yanked an iron skillet from the rack over the stove, set it on a burner, and chucked a thick pat of butter onto its dark surface.
“You kicked me out of the apartment, but not the warehouse, so I figured I might as well make myself useful and take watch.” -Aelin and Aedion - Queen of Shadows, Chapter 29.

How do I tell Cassian and Azriel I don’t need them here to protect me? Company is fine, but I don’t need sentries.

He’d written back, You don’t tell them. You set boundaries if they cross a line, but you are their friend—and my mate. They will protect you on instinct. If you kick their asses out of the house, they’ll just sit on the roof. - Feyre, Azriel and Cassian - ACOMAF Chapter 58. 

Aedion, Cassian and Azriel would get on sickeningly well with each other, look at this.


Lee Jun Ki’s brilliant portrayal of 4th Prince Wang So in Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo

“[…] So even though I don’t feel as deprived as Wang So I could identify with the kind of loneliness, despair and desperation that he experienced since those feelings are familiar to me. It allowed me to immerse myself into this role. I think the viewers will really sympathize with the character. They may also see a part of me in him.”