julian oh

Jemma being cute and lovely ft. paint at the beach \0/

LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT...

-Livia gets her elder brother (Mark) back
-Livia discovers that Julian has technically been running the institute since he was 12 and solidifies her relationship wuth her brother
-In doing so, she realises that when she grows up to be like her older brother and she’d like to run an institute when she’s older
-She solidifies her friendship with Kit
-And Ty finally agrees to be her parabatai
-She finally gets her sister (Helen) back after 5 freaking years
-They were on the verge of getting their home back which was basically her idea of heaven
-She was just trying to help her brother who was essentially in mortal danger at the hands of a resurrected ancestor

Only to then be stabbed through the heart by said resurrected ancestor. Livia had her whole life ahead of her and I’m terribly sad. I’ve been crying so much that I have hiccups.

LoS character summary

Julian: Oh, Emma couldn’t possibly love me as much as I love her, I’m in torment

Emma:  Oh, Julian couldn’t possibly love me as much as I love him, I’m in torment

Mark: Oh no there’s a really hot girl I’m bonded to and I really want to kiss her, but Kieran.. and not to mention I’m supposed to be dating Emma ?

Ty: Its too loud, btw I think I know how to fix everything

Cristina: Oh no there’s a really hot boy I’m bonded to and I really want to kiss him, but Kieran.. and not to mention I’m supposed to be in love with perfect Diego?

Dru: DONT MAKE ME BABYSIT

Kit: *literally anyone walking by* omg they’re really hot

Livvy: Ty has been more attentive since Kit has joined us…  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Kieran: Why does Mark hate me? And why don’t I hate Cristina?

Diana: Does that faerie hunter dude with the antlers have a thing for me?? Do I have a thing for him??

Gwyn: Diana hawt ;)

Alec: Oh no the children woke up 

Zara: I will lead the REVOLUTION

Magnus: Why are all the shadowhunter’s I’m ever surrounded by crazy 

that beautiful moment when you start a new show/new book and see/read about two characters which you think would be cute together, you research them and find out that they’re TOGETHER later on… 

completely 100% accurate DS9 the wire transcript
  • Bashir: i'm worried about you
  • Garak: NO MY DEAR DOCTOR I KILLED SOME BAJORANS AND 97 CARDASSIAN CIVILIANS
  • Bashir: alright, i'm going to save your life anyway
  • Garak: JK I SAVED FIVE TINY STARVING INNOCENT BAJORAN CHILDREN FROM EXECUTION BECAUSE I WAS FEELING CHILLY
  • Bashir: okay, fine, just lie still for a sec
  • Garak: LOL NO ACTUALLY I TRIED TO BETRAY MY BEST FRIEND BUT HE WAS QUICKER AND I DESERVED IT
  • Bashir: sure honey, just get a good night's rest, please
  • Julian Blackthorn: *exists*
  • Me: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so💯 thats what im talking about right thereright there(chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Most of these characters didn’t give a rat’s ass that HR died. And yeah, he was no Iris West. He wasn’t the love interest, the daughter, the sister, the best friend. But HR deserved more than a semi-teary farewell and Savitar seeming like he cared more about killing him than any of the people (aside from Tracy and Cisco) seemed to care about him dying.

Barry barely mentioned him after he died. Joe didn’t seem to care at all. Julian had an, “Oh wow, I missed a lot,” kind of reaction. Iris showed barely any grief about the situation until the funeral.

Like, I know the show didn’t care about HR, but this is just disgusting. And I’m probably one of about ten people who care because I see people shitting on him in the tag already.

To the Christian Woman

The first thing you learn as a Christian woman
is that your body belongs to God.
From consecrated picket lines outside of clinics strumming
“What if Jesus had been aborted?” on Evangelic guitars
to the ten year girls in purity ball dresses that make them look like tiny ghosts,
pledging their virginity to fathers looming over them in
judgment day suits
you might think being a Christian woman means choosing between having “virginity” or
“future home of good Christian babies” tattooed across your uterus
like baptism was a trip to the gynecologist.

The first thing you learn as a Christian woman
is that your body is a temple.
That it exists only to be cleaned, that nothing makes a girl look pretty
like purity rings and confirmations.
Christian women have never called themselves pretty.
They call themselves “devoted” “faithful”
“mother” “martyr” “mystic”
because why just be pretty when there are so many ways
to make your body sacred?

The first thing you learn as a Christian woman
is that you have a lot to live up to.
From the day you set foot in a church you will be compared to women
who died
rather than disobey God.
So when they clamor for your obedience call yourself Perpetua
staring down the Romans covered in the blood of every man who
tries to deny you your faith. Call yourself Joan, your body
igniting in flames, one last reminder that a woman
stood at the head of God’s armies. Call yourself Julian,
say “I will be a living proof of God’s love.” Call yourself every woman of faith
who, when their fathers and brothers and husbands demanded the tithe of their bodies
screamed back “NO!” with voices that rattled the heavens.
Remind them the moment you were saved was not when Jesus died on the cross
but the moment a poor, unmarried, Middle Eastern Jewish teenager
with fear and joy writing shaky psalms across her heart
said “Yes I will bear salvation
into the broken body of this world.” Because even God had to ask consent
before He touched a women’s body
so why the fuck can’t they?

The first thing you learn as a Christian woman is that when you give your body
whether to prayer, to your lover, to your children
you are still pledging it to God
because it is not His to take,
it is yours to give.
When they tell you otherwise
grab the pulpit, the altar, the nails
holding the pews to the floor, grab onto everything your hands can hold and don’t
let
go.
Make your body stained glass so when they look at you
they will see the history of their faith
illuminated in the body of a woman
and call it truth.
Let them know this is your home
and they cannot decide how you will exist in it.

Remind them your body
is a burning oven in a house on fire,
that it is the exploding center of your belief.

Burn brightly enough that they cannot look away.  

Saturday Night Live Season 35 Episode 17 Closing Credits
Host  Jude Law
Musical Guest  Pearl Jam
Aired  13 March 2010

Ed is left hanging and it’s Rick’s birthday aka Mike being adorable