just watching the wizard of oz now

anonymous asked:

What has been your favorite episode so far?

Of this season? Gotta be 3x02, “Triggers”.

I think it’s just the sheer level of character work for Kara. And we’re continuing to see the same level of nuance and care taken in exploring Kara’s character within the rest of the episodes, but this was an episode in which the plot primarily revolved around Kara’s mental health (and not only through metaphors and hints, but directly), so it’s rather hard to beat. 

Honestly, they gave us so much to work with in that episode that I’m still thinking about what it all means.

Some Karacterization that I loved from “Triggers”:

  • Kara has a history of claustrophobia!
    • Which makes so much sense, but it’s one of those things where you say, “oh, the writers will never go deep enough into it for that.”
  • And because of this, Kara has a history of panic attacks? “Episodes”?
    • Which Alex maybe helped her with?

(Also, a lot of shows have played around with similar situations where a character is magically affected by some mental health problem as a way to put them in character-exploratory situations without having to actually make the character have that problem. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a show then make it real for the character in this way before. It’s pretty cool.)

  • The entire pod sequence. An utterly immersive look into the most traumatic moment of a Kara’s life? Sign me up (…for therapy, along with Kara).
    • Hearing young Kara’s scared breathing from inside the pod was a nice, heartbreaking touch.
  • She saw what was left of Krypton after it exploded?
  • She saw Krypton begin to crumble.
  • Kara watching Kal’s pod leave just before she is stranded really drives home that sense of abandonment.
  • In Kara’s nightmare sequence, they had Alura say, “Kara, because of the Earth’s yellow sun, you have great powers on this planet. You will do extraordinary things.” 
    • I’ve said for a while now that these words from Alura’s goodbye have stayed with Kara, influencing why she believes that she is alive, influencing why she thinks her mother wanted her to live.
  • The question on many a Kara fan’s mind—How long was Kara awake in the Phantom Zone?
  • Kara’s silence and still-ness post-Black Mercy is something I’ve latched onto for her overall characterization (as an example for her reaction to trauma), so I was very happy to see this tendency make another appearance.
  • This sentence, Part I: “Alex, I’m trying to be myself again,
    • How often do we get to see someone struggle with ups and downs when depressed? 
    • See them smile or laugh but still not be Cured™? Witness them take steps toward being “themselves” again, but then have set backs? 
    • How often do we get to see the celebration of little successes in a depressed character, while knowing that it doesn’t signify sudden health?
    • How often do we get to witness a character with depression actively fight it?
  • This sentence, Part II: “-but everything that used to make me feel good, like… like a relief is- it’s disappeared.”
    • This is referring to before Kara’s recent depression, and the decision to phrase the things that make her feel good as a relief is poignant. A “relief,” as if it were a break from something constant. 
    • I mean, it’s obvious that Kara would logically have ptsd, but this is another canon signifier that Kara has been struggling with mental heath problems for her entire life on Earth.
  • Kara’s worst fear is hurting others. 
    • Kara’s absolute number one priority has always been fulfilling Alura’s expectations for her to do extraordinary things by being Supergirl. Has always been protecting others. Helping others. She’d choose the greater good over anything for this reason.
    • So it makes perfect sense that the nightmare scenario that Kara’s mind conjured up for her would be that she put someone through what she has already described as torture and then killed him.
    • It plays at both Kara’s massive abandonment issues and pathological sense of responsibility in the worst way.
  • Kara being horrified that she killed someone she loved was just A Lot
  • Another The Wizard of Oz connection. She said “There’s no place like home” in “For The Girl Who Has Everything”, after waking from the Black Mercy (a situation comparable to this one). And in the musical crossover, the Music Meister mentioned that she watched it countless times with her adoptive parents. Kara and Alex watching it now is all too fitting.

Okay, so it’s probably like really old news, but with Kara having watched The Wizard of Oz with her adoptive family and Kara mentioning in “For The Girl Who Has Everything” that she was fantasizing about the same things she did when she first came to Earth (and that’s why she imagined what she did when under the Black Mercy), how many times did she envision waking up just as Dorothy did? Surrounded by her family telling her that the land she went to was all just a dream?

And then the Black Mercy gave that to her.

  • I mean? The Danvers sisters were really officially back this episode, so it gets automatic points.

And there’s probably more! And we haven’t even really begun to make headcanons from the new information or evaluate what the things we’ve learned mean for events that we saw before we knew all of this.

So yeah, it was a good episode and I personally think it’ll be hard to beat. 

Next contender? 3x06—“Midvale.”

theresadunn  asked:

Movie night at the castle!

“Sit down, shut up, move over, wait no I need to get up, Mrs. Potts can you see? Chip you’re not going to believe this, come help me set up the screen—”

Lumiere isn’t flustered, exactly, but he is in the highest key of preparation Belle has ever seen. If “Be Our Guest” was Lumiere climbing to the highest mountain peak of his ability, then preparing for this movie night is approximately the equivalent of launching him into space.

Belle sat back and snuggled into Adam. All around them was hustle and bustle: Chapeau quietly putting the projector screen together, Chip and Lumiere arguing over which way to put the long rolls of film into the projecting device, Mrs. Potts fussing and fetching blankets, sweaters, cups of tea, glasses of lemonade, and anything else that felt appropriate for this “movie” night. Belle still couldn’t quite believe movies existed—this was 1700s France, after all, yet the fact remained that just this afternoon a box from America had arrived at the palace, straight from some place called “Hollywood, California,” and while everyone else was puzzled, Lumiere had gasped for joy and rifled through its contents with an obvious recognition.

“What a collection!” he had cried. “The Wizard of OzThe Fellowship of the Ring, and Singin’ in the Rain—Star Wars, eh, I wonder what that is—oh! Oh, mes amis, this is it, this is the one we will watch.”

So now they sat, under the strictest orders from Lumiere to get comfortable and prepare to be wowed, while the maître d’ got everyone into chairs and yelled back at the kitchen to see if Cogsworth was ready. The major domo was ready; right on time, to be exact, as the ten bowls of popcorn he had spent the evening preparing were all still hot, and now came out in their buttery, salty goodness. With a last wave of his hand, Lumiere seated the last few members of staff, and set the film to rolling.

The Princess Bride?!” cried Adam. “Lumiere, is this a romance?!”

“Shhhh,” whispered Plumette. “He’s ok if you talk during it, but don’t criticize. And anyway, this is a good one.”

“Wait, you’ve seen this too—”

But then it was too late, and they were all watching a little boy (“about my age!” “yes, Chip” “can I have whatever he’s playing with?” “no, Chip”), and then watching his grandfather (“about your age!” “I am certainly not that old,” huffs Cogsworth) come in and sit down and pull out a book.

Ooh, thinks Belle, I think I’ll like this. It’s about books.

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Summary: When the music blasting from Bucky’s room interrupts team movie night, Steve takes it upon himself to see what’s up and comes to regret it.


TW: references to sex

A/N: Just a fun one-shot. I chose Bowie because he’s one of my favorites!

“Okay, so who’s turn is it to choose the movie?” asked Clint as he sat down on the couch, gripping a large bowl of popcorn.

“Steve’s. He’s running a little late,” said Natasha, draping her legs over Clint’s and grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl. Sam, Tony, Scott, and Wanda were spread out on the other couches and chairs in the common room of the tower, patiently awaiting Steve’s arrival.

“Where’s Barnes?” asked Sam, but before anyone could reply, he figured out the answer to his question.

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yourtypicaldisneyfangirl-deacti  asked:

Can u please do one where their kid writes a story about them but they don't know until he wins the writing contest? Like he gets up on stage to present the story and they realize it's about them? Idk kinda sounds stupid now that I've explained it 😂

This is so cute! Thank you for my first request!

“Are you ready?” Betty said braiding Juliet’s hair. Juliet, like her mother had hair that fell down her head like a waterfall but after watching the Wizard of Oz for the first time she refused to where her hair n anything other than braids. “Remember, if you get scared just look at mommy and Daddy and baby Forsythe. We’ll be in the front row with Uncle Kevin, Aunt Ronnie, Aunt Polly and Uncle Archie. Don’t forget your grandparents as well.” Betty invited everyone to make sure her youngest daughter felt supported and loved since she knew her daughter was shy.

“I’m not scared at all, mommy.” The six year old fibbed. Juliet’s thin legs were shaking with the thought of having to read out loud. Being the only first grader in the Riverdale Elementary schools writers showcase was scary for her. She did inherit both her parents’ cautiousness for talking in front of crowds but as her teacher said she had gotten her writing talents from her parents, since Jughead was proclaimed the new Steven King and Betty had co-authored two books with him while she was teaching at the high school. Betty was in the middle of publishing her own novel.

Juliet was the writer in this generation of Jones. Betty and Jughead were trying to get her spill what her story was about. Juliet refused to spill the beans, all she said was that it was a poem.

The two Jones girls walked down the stairs while Jughead stairs as he strapped their two year old son Forsythe the fourth into the stroller. “Who are these pretty girls?” Jughead said as Juliet made her way down the staircase.

“Mommy and me!” she sang, spinning around in her powder blue dress that matched her mothers. It was clear that Juliet admired her mother, so much so that she wanted to dress like her. Aunt Ronnie was the one who assisted with picking out matching outfits.

“Well you two do look beautiful. Come on princess, the writers of Riverdale await.” Jughead said, picking his daughter up bridal style as she giggled. That left Betty with stroller duty.

The showcase was held in the auditorium of the middle school, the same one where they had their writing showcasing back in the day. They wished their final good lucks before they drop Juliet back stage. She didn’t let go of her father’s leg until her parents reassured she was going to be okay. The three of them go to the front row like they promised, with Veronica, Archie, Kevin and Polly like they promised. Both sets of grandparent’s parents present too.

“What will our little princess be reading tonight?” Veronica asked rubbing her pregnant belly.

“She won’t say,” Betty laughed as she put her hand on the raven haired woman’s bump. “But she promised she would speak loud enough for the baby to hear.”

“Archibald Junior will appreciate that.” Archie said as he rocked Forsythe on his knee.

“You’re having a boy. Congrats, man.” Jughead said as him and Kevin gave Archie a quick high five.

“Hey, you said if it’s a boy you would name it after his soon to be favorite uncle-AKA me.” Kevin joked, joining Betty to wait for the baby to kick.

“We don’t know the gender, Archie just wants it to be a boy.” Veronica explained making a face in her husband’s direction. He just smiled and nodded like he was told to do when in these situations.

“I think this little fella would like a best friend.” He lifted Forsythe up above his head like Simba from the Lion King. You could almost hear Betty on the verge of having a heart attack.

“Of a girlfriend.” Polly added.

“Or a boyfriend.” Kevin reminded the group.

“Shush, it’s starting.” Jughead said as the lights dimmed.

The principle walked on to the stage and made his swift introduction. It didn’t take anytime till they brought their youngest poet on stage. “Give a warm Riverdale welcome to Juliet Jones, reading an original poem.” The little girl walked on stage with her little fan club formed in the front row of the auditorium cheering right after her. The principle adjusted the microphone so she was loud enough to be heard.

“My mommy loves me, my daddy loves me too,” she began with a shaky voice. “They sing me songs and make me laugh. They comb my hair and wash my face. They hug me when I want to cry and are by my side. They give me hugs, they give me kisses. When I’m at school I miss them but I know there not far.” As she finished tears of happiness streamed down Betty and Jughead’s faces. The poem had nothing on Shakespeare but it was worth more, it was priceless.

That’s when they realized they were doing something right. They were nothing like their parents were to them when they were kids. The duo went from investigating a murder to investigating how to learn from their parents mistakes. They must have learned well enough to have the two beautiful kids they had.

“That’s our little girl.” Jughead whispered in Betty’s ear as she wiped her tears away from her face. They were proud, proud to say they had a daughter who loved them just as much as they loved her.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Juliet said running towards her mother and father. Jughead piles her in his arms and spun her in circles. “Did you like it?”

“Everyone loved it!” Betty said as she wheeled Forsythe forward in the stroller. “Even this little guy.”

“You know what this calls for?” Jughead said looking into Betty’s eyes with excitement. Betty read his mind like a magazine but she left the job of answering to Juliet.

“Ice cream!” Juliet squealed as she was let down. She grabbed her father’s hand and pulled them out of the school. She did love her parents but she loved ice cream more. To Jughead and Betty they loved their children and the frosty sweet desert equally.

Hot For Teacher Part 11

Part 12 You sat beside Thorin, your hands gripping the arm rests as the plane started to take off. You weren’t a fan of flying, being rather afraid, and taking off was the worst. You hated the way your ears would hurt and the feeling you’d get in your belly.

You hated everything but the view. The view was the only saving grace of flying. And the time saved, you supposed. And now, flying with Thorin, that was the third saving grace of this trip.

“Relax. Breathe, darling. Breathe. Look at me. Focus on me.” You turned and looked at Thorin. His blue eyes were on you, holding your gaze. He placed his hand on your knee and rubbed his thumb over your knee cap, soothing you softly.

“It’s just take off. It gets better. And I’m right here okay.” His hand moved from your knee and both hands cupped your cheeks. His rough hands rubbed against your smooth cheeks and then, slowly, he pressed his lips to yours.

“See? All done taking off.” When the plane was in the air, you looked out the window and then turned to Thorin.

He brought your hand up to his lips, and placed a gentle loving kiss on the back of your hand. His gaze held yours and then, slowly, he dropped your hand and moved his lips to your forehead.

“You are absolutely beautiful, sweetheart. Absolutely breathtaking.” You felt your heart clench at his soft gestures and sweet words. How could he be so passionate one minute and so innocent and sweet the next?

“Thank you Thorin.” His hand reached up to cup your face and his thumb stroked your cheek. His other hand reached for the zipper on your hoodie and he started pulling it down.

“We need a blanket, Thorin.” His hands didn’t stop pulling down the zipper of your hoodie. But he did stop before he placed his hands on your breasts.

“I’ll grab one. I’ll be right back.” You nodded and watched Thorin undo his seatbelt and then stand. He gave you a soft kiss and left your seats headed towards the back.

You sighed and leaned your head against the back of your seat and turned your head to the window. Blue skies and light fluffy cloud were all you could see right now, but you still thought the view was beautiful.

Somewhere over a rainbow, way up high, and the dreams that you dreamed of, once in a lullaby.” You loved both that lullaby, absolutely loved it, and the movie the Wizard Of Oz, was just as amazing.

“Got a blanket.” You bit your lip and faced Thorin. You were more than excited for a heart pounding intimate moment.

“Get closer, darling. We don’t want to raise suspicion.” You licked your lips and looked him up and down, being very appreciative of his growing bulge.

“Yes, sir.” You shifted over as much as you could and helped drape the blanket over Thorin and yourself.

“You’re such a dirty girl.” Thorin’s deep voice rang through your ears and sent shivers down to your core. You could feel his thick hands snaking down your stomach to the buttons on your jeans, popping them open. He made quickly work of your zipper, and then the moment you had waited for, his hand slipped between your thighs.

“Don’t make any sounds, love. We don’t want anyone to grow suspicious.” You fought a moan as his fingers brushed over your covered pussy. You couldn’t help but squirm as his fingers pressed against your core.

“You like how I touch you, Y/N? Hmm? You like how my fingers make you feel?” Your underwear was pushed aside and his fingers quickly found your clit and bare pussy.

His thumbs rubbed your slit, slowly and sensually. Your body was warming incredibly fast as he touched you and spoke naughty words into your ears.

“That right. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. I’m the only one who can make your body feel alive. I’m the one who’s got his fingers in your tight little pussy.” You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand as one of his fingers slipped inside you.

“T-Thorin…” You arched your back slightly and jerked your hips closer to his hand.

“Yes baby? What can I do for you?” His lips brushed against the shell of your ear. You could feel his hot breath on your skin and it made the whole experience more intense.

“Touch me. Finger me. Please.” You felt his smirk against the side of your neck as he placed a few short kisses against your burning skin.

“Let’s make a little wager shall we?” You let out a soft moan as he rubbed your clit.

“If you’re a good girl and don’t make a sound, I’ll give you a special reward.” Oh fuck. You couldn’t imagine what he could or would give you, but you wanted to take that bet.

“Y-yes. I-I’ll be good.” Another smirk and then a kiss was placed on your lips.

“Good girl.” You had to focus. You had to not break down.

It was a hell of a lot harder than you thought as Thorin’s thick finger moved in and out of your soaking wet pussy. Every moment his finger made sent you spiralling into ecstasy.

“What a dirty little girl. Letting me finger fuck you on a plane. What a beautiful little girl you are for me. My little slut. You’re my perfect little slut.” Oh god. This was so hard. You didn’t know if you could do it.

“Thorin please…” You felt like you were going to lose this bet. You knew you were going to lose. Every touch and every stroke of his finger on your pussy brought you closer and closer to release.

“I feel your hot little pussy tightening, darling. You’re close.” You closed your eyes and bit down on your cheek. Hard. You were not going to lose this bet.

“Come on my fingers love. Come for me.” You threw your head back and groaned as your pussy clamped around his fingers and then you hushed.

“Yes. Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” Thorin placed a kiss to your cheek and then after a few moments, his hand pulled away from your pussy and out of your jeans.

“That was fun.” You licked your lips and lifted the blanket a few inches and took in the sight of his bulge.

“It’s not over.” You leaned over and whispered huskily in his ear. You reached over and placed your hand on his bulge and squeezed lightly, earning a groan from Thorin.

“Meet me in the bathroom in a couple minutes.” You shed the blanket and placed it on your seat. You stood and started to shuffle pat Thorin, taking the opportunity to place your ass against his bulge as inconspicuously as possible.

“Be back soon.” You winked and sauntered towards the back of the plane to the bathroom, choosing one of the only ones that was open. You quickly entered and locked it, and made sure the lock was tight.

You faced your reflection and primped yourself as much as possible before he would arrive.

“I can do this. I can do this.” You placed your hand on the underside of your bra and pushed up. You wanted to surprise Thorin with a blow job and this was the best place to do it.

“Love?” You opened the door and pulled him in the tight bathroom, and locked it behind him. You pushed him against the wall and smirked.

Your hand ran up and down his broad chest as you leaned up against him. You placed soft kisses along his neck and jaw, scraping your teeth lightly against the skin.

“Fuck, love. What’re you planning?” Your left hand trailed down his chest and along his belt line. You pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss as your hands worked on undoing his belt.

“I’m returning the favour.” You undid his belt and popped the button apart. Your hands caught the zipper and yanked it down.

“You really are a dirty girl.” Your hand reached down his jeans and grasped a hold of his thick, hard cock.

“You’re huge..” Your hand couldn’t completely wrap around his hard cock, but you damn well tried.

“You wanna taste?” You pulled his cock out and leaned down, pressing your lips to the swollen tip. You heard Thorin’s deep groan and licked your lips.

Slowly, you pushed your lips over his head and sucked lightly. Inch by inch you took more of his cock into your mouth, encouraged by his groans and grunts.

“Take more in. All the way.” You wouldn’t be able to take it all in, but you’d go as far as possible.

“Fuck yes, you’re such a beautiful woman.” His hand on your head, pushed you further. Your tongue swirled around any hard flesh you could reach, loving the way his member twitches in your mouth.

“Oh god, I’m a lucky man.” Up and down, up and down. You bobbed your head while sucking. Thorin’s hand smoothed down your hair, and then gripped the back of your head.

“I’m going to cum in your filthy mouth.” You looked up at him and pushed your heas down as far as possible, as he thrust up. He let out an animalistic growl and thrust up once more, his cum spurring from his cock, filling your mouth.

“Oh fuck Y/N. You are amazing you know.” You popped your mouth off of his cock and swallowed his cum, smiling soon after.


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is the OA... actually the o-z? (lol)

i just watched The OA in its entirety, and I’ve been reading about theories and easter eggs… people are saying it reminds them of the bible, and paradise lost, but nobody has mentioned similarities to the wizard of oz! and that makes me feel sad.

spoilers ahead

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we’re about to hit the 1 year mark for bvs

And I wanted to write something deep, but lol who am I kidding. Here’s me waxing poetic about the DCEU

I think a lot about this universe. A LOT. I rewatch MOS constantly. There’s not a day that goes by I don’t listen to at least one song  of the ost (Launch and Terraforming at my faves). Since 2013 when MOS was released, I’ve listened to it. MOS/BVS and now SuSq are on all my devices. I know I won’t watch them EVERY day, but I like knowing they’re there. I have a very random work schedule that sometimes sees me in the subway pass the midnight mark when I either get home in 20 minutes or 2 hours. Most times, I’ll put on one of those movies. Do I want contemplative smol superpowered child in an alien invasion with some romance thrown in? MOS. Do I want visual mind fuck and intertextual superhero madness with some romance thrown in? BVS. Do I want to have introspective fun with weirdos fucking shit up together with some romance thrown in? SuSq. This is on top of the movies/tv shows I also have in all my devices. The stuff that I return to constantly for peace of mind. Sometimes I need it for brain juice. Sometimes I just need something that my eyes will follow for those 20 min or 2 hours. In these movies every frame matters, every choice on the screen adds to the overall construction of the universe. My migraines come to at random with a bunch of triggers. Flashing lights and shaky camera? Almost always can’t fucking take it. Yet I can see the Bruce vs. Clark fight and not gage at all that there are constant flashing lights, because that light is not simply flare for aesthetic tastes. I know I can handle it there, it matters there. I can work pass that trigger there. 

I was going to talk about the critics and the haters, but overall my reaction to that is the same. OK U DON’T LIKE THESE MOVIES THAT’S AWESOME! Because ultimately what matters to me is that a) I LOVE THESE MOVIES and b) THERE’S A FANDOM WHO LOVES THEM AS MUCH AS I DO. Here we are, a year after BVS, four since MOS and just over six months post SuSq, and WE’RE STILL UNPACKING THESE MOVIES. Just the other day I rewatched one of my favorite alien invasion movies, Day the Earth Stood Still, a movie I’d seen a dozen times, and I caught a reference MOS made to it. THIS IS HOW MUCH THIS UNIVERSE CARES ABOUT MY SCI FI LOVING ASS and how subtle and sublime their dedication to building it. I’ve seen MOS and Day OVER AND OVER and I JUST caught that.  I always saw MOS as a hybrid sci-fi/horror movie (in that Znyder uses horror techniques [like Hide the Monster for Clark’s powers] to tell the familiar Supes story, and Day the Earth Stood Still always felt like it influenced it. Is it reaching? Fuck no because it isn’t isolated. There are so many moments in BVS that are pure movie homage, and it’s done to EXPAND on the current story, not just as a cameo (now, this is not a dig at Stan Lee, but what is the purpose beyond OH IT’S STAN LEE!) or a brief har-har look. Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz? 2001: A Space Odyssey? King Kong? Frankenstein? These are all literary and movies powerhouses that changed the course of movie making, that SHOULD be acknowledged and copied, over and over (if you think copying is bad then go back in time and tell that to Shakespeare). Stories make other stories stronger. Watch Day the Earth Stood Still and you’ll understand more about MOS/BVS. Watch Metropolis, you’ll understand more about SuSq (where the fuck did this wants to be Tarantino/Ccorsese rap influence come from lol?) ALMOST CERTAINLY Seven Samurai will be a HUGE influence over Justice League because HEY SO HAS EVERY FUCKING TEAM MASH UP SINCE 1957. The strongest stories are those built on the ones before, the ones that use the best and more favored pieces and tell the same story differently to get varied versions. And you’d think comic book movies would embrace this because sequels are a given? But they just don’t. Marvel discovered their formula and COPIED IT ENDLESSLY to enormous success. But I don’t care about that formula almost as much as I don’t care talking about the MC lol so moving on!

Every time I rewatch MOS/BVS/SuSq it never feels the same. I wonder about moments, question them, reassess and reconsider and wonder about them. There’s just SO FUCKING MUCH. And I’m still not tired. I’m still not done. AND  IT’S JUST THE BEGINNING. Think about this DCEU fam. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING. And what do we have? Just at the top of my head: eugenics vs. freedom of choice. Exploration of diaspora. Media affecting mass perception. Depiction of PTSD in a hero. Exploitation of prisoners by the state. Responsibility of a hero, the mass destructive consequences and accountability for those actions. How power manifests itself, from the extreme physical impossibilities of Superman to Lex Luthor’s economical and social power to the extreme governmental authority of Amanda Waller. These are explored to varying degrees IN ALL THESE MOVIES, built upon the other, reflective of the issues and never with a bow that explains it all. The audience is not a passive participant. We are engaged to ask and consider these incredibly important, universal questions and philosophies.


Rules: answer the questions then tag 10 people you want to get to know you better!

I was tagged by: @lefthologramdeer

Name: Stephanie

Gender: Female

Star sign: Leo

What images do you have set as your wallpaper/desktop?

My phone wallpaper is a galaxy design. I love stars and space looking stuff. And my laptop is fall trees with all their beautiful colors.

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?

My economics teacher I think senior year. Lol

What was the last text you sent?

Thanks. (Sent to my mom)

What do you see yourself doing im 10 years?

I’ll be closing in on 40, my kids will be teens. Hopefully doing something that makes me happy.

If you could be anywhere else right now where would you be?

On the set of supernatural. I would love to just watch and be a part of the work day there.

What was your coolest halloween costume?

When my husband and my sons and I dressed up as Dorothy, scarecrow, tinman, and lion from the wizard of oz.

What was your favorite 90s show?

All that, Doug, Dexters lab… honestly was there any bad shows in the 90s?

Who was the last person you kissed?

My two year old son.

Have you ever been stood up?

I’ve hardly been on a date where I could be. I got with my husband when I was 18.

Favorite type of ice cream?

Mint chocolate chip

Have you ever been to Vegas?


Favorite pair of shoes?

I don’t care enough about shoes but I love flip flops. Until it’s cold lol.

Favorite fruit?

Watermelon and raspberries

Stupidest thing youve ever done?

Not go to college

Favorite book?

The entire fallen series by Lauren Kate.

I’ll tag:

@deanandbaby @fluffy-metal-kitten @ilostmyshoe-79 @impala-dreamer @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @percywinchester27 @padapeach @padadimple @puppycastiel


This is Part nine of the Teen!Derek thing so here are the links to the previous parts/chapters

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

After the fire things were such a mess.

For starters there was the hospital. Apparently you had inhaled a lot of smoke, and when you fell on the escape hole you had cut your knee on a rock deep enough to require stitches, not to mention that your palms were burned to hell when you grabbed those bars.

Physically, Derek and Laura were fine (of course), but Peter was in a coma.

Laura says its more mental than anything that he’s not healing up like he’s supposed to. So there wasn’t much you could really do there except hope he snapped out of it soon.

Then there was the Morgue. 

Neither Derek or Laura were emotionally ready to see their families remains yet, neither were you if you were to be honest, but someone had to identify the bodies and someone would have to plan all the funerals. So that someone was going to be you.

Finally there was Kate.

You knew this was her doing, that she started the fire and went against the hunter’s code to do it. So you opted to let her family know someone had broken the code, you knew there were punishments for that. You secretly hoped that death was punishment given to her. Turns out that the Argent family had moved the day after the fire.

Not a coincidence you thought.

As for Derek and Laura, they were staying with you for the time being, until Laura turns eighteen and can become Derek’s guardian. 

It honestly disgusted you that it took the entire Hale family burning to death for your parents to come back. Granted it was only to deal with paperwork for the funerals. They stayed in town for less than three weeks and while they were here they stayed in a hotel. However not like you expected much of them anyhow so you weren’t too hurt and disappointed.

Now you were just doing your best to take care of Derek, Laura and Peter. You cooked for Derek and Laura and everyday you visited Peter in the hospital, on weekend Derek and Laura came with you. 

Right now you were in the kitchen cooking shrimp alfredo, extra shrimp, the way Derek and Laura liked. so neither would hog the shrimp from the other. 

That’s when Laura walked in.

‘Hey munchkin.’ she said.

Laura has always called you munchkin, because you would always insist on watching The Wizard of Oz just so you could sing the munchkin land song when you were little.

‘Hey can you hand me the chives?’ you asked.

She handed you the spice and leaned over to smell the food.

‘Anything I can do to help?’

‘Yeah you could make the salad, chop up some carrots and things.’ you said.

Laura went in the fridge and pulled out the veggies and moved to the table to start chopping.

‘Thank you for this, I know this is hard on you too, maybe in a different way than it is for us, but still hard.’ Laura said.

‘It’s really nothing to thank me for. I’m just doing my best to keep everything going as best they can.’ you said with a smile.

‘You don’t even see it do you?’ Laura asked as she looked up from the carrots.

‘See what?’

‘How amazing you are. I might have been emotional that night at the hospital but I could still hear what the doctors said about you. The smoke in your lungs, the stitches and your hands. You nearly killed yourself trying to get them out.’ Laura said as she continued chopping.

‘Of course I did, I couldn’t just let them die without at least trying to help. I had to try.’ you said, eyes watering at the memory.

‘What about right now? Letting us stay here, visiting Peter? You are the youngest person involved in this mess and yet you are the strongest.Stronger than me and Derek combined, and you’re human.’

You never thought of it like that, you really were just doing your best to be there for everyone. 

Trying to do what Talia had asked of you.

‘I just wanna take care of you guys.’ you said.

‘Thank you, I honestly don’t think I could do what you are doing right now.’

‘Cooking?’ you asked with a light smile.

‘No take care of Derek, hell I don’t think I know how to take care of me yet. But you (Y/N), you know what to say to get Derek out of his room when he’s too busy blaming himself and make him eat. How am I supposed to do that for him when I don’t know how to do it for myself?’ Laura asked as her eyes began to water.

‘Hey.’ you said as you cut the stove off and ran to her side and hugged her.

‘You’ll be fine, you’re gonna be a great guardian to Derek, and you’ll be an even better alpha. You’ll make your mom proud, I know you will.’ you promised.

Laura cried for a few more minutes before she got herself together.

‘Do you feel better?’ you asked.

Laura nodded.

‘Go get your brother, tell him the food is ready.’ you said as you pulled away from the hug.

‘But I didn’t finish the salad.’ Laura said looking at the vegetables she didn’t chop.

‘I won’t tell if don’t.’ you smiled.

‘My lips are sealed.’ she giggled as she stood up.

‘And Laura.’ you called before she left the kitchen.

‘When Derek says he’s not hungry, just tell him what we’re having and remind him how much he hates to sleep on an empty stomach. That usually gets him out.’

Laura smiled brightly at the information. She knew you weren’t just telling her this just because you wanted Derek to eat. You were telling her how to take care of him on her own.

‘Thanks, I’ll give it a try.’ she said before leaving the kitchen.

You put away the things for salad and made the table.

‘Just doing my best.’ you said to yourself.

The Godfather is the movie that put Al Pacino on the map, even if it did pigeonhole him as an organized crime boss for most of his career. Which is why it’s so weird that almost everyone on set hated Pacino’s performance as Michael Corleone. In fact, the studio heads tried their best to fire him before he could destroy the movie. They thought Pacino was slow, quiet, and boring at the beginning – which, if you’ve seen the film, is kind of the whole point. While Pacino understood an obscure literary device called a “character arc,” it seemed the producers would have preferred him to burst into the wedding scene waving a Tommy gun and foaming at the mouth like uh … well, like in Scarface.

Even the film’s director, Francis Ford Coppola, was disenchanted with Pacino’s meek performance, pulling him aside to tell him, “I had a lot of belief in you, I hired you, I wanted you, I just thought you could do this thing, and now … you’re not cutting it for me, kid.” He then forced Pacino to watch the footage to see exactly how bad a job he was doing. Pacino, who thought he was doing fine, humored Coppola and pretended to see the error of his ways.

5 Iconic Performances (That Everyone On Set Hated)

How they Relax (Marvel)

A/N: I started writing a fic, but got caught up in how I thought each Avenger might try to unwind after a mission, so I decided to make it into one of these to cut down on that part in the fic, since I didn’t like it so long.

Tony Stark (Iron Man):

Originally posted by staralbums

Tony threw himself into his work. Usually with a drink not out of arms reach. On missions he would usually find something new to make or to improve, whether it be something on his suit, or something for somebody else. It needed to be better so next time things aren’t so rough. He also likes to be around others. Tony will try to get Bruce to help him out, or even plan a party so he isn’t alone with his thoughts.

Bruce Banner (Hulk):

Originally posted by forgottenalien

He liked to listen to music. Mostly soft, classical pieces. Sometimes he would read as well, or go over notes, but a lot of the time, he just tried to clear his mind, and listen to the notes and focus on nothing else.

Steve Rogers (Captain America):

Originally posted by churroisdead

Steve may be more well versed in pop culture and modern things now, but that doesn’t mean he’s use to it. When he isn’t out with Sam and some of the others, he finds comfort in watching his old favorite movies, and listening to his old favorite songs. Especially Wizard of Oz. After some of the things and reasons he fights on missions, things so complicated, he likes the (perceived) simplicity of the old days. He still appreciates the new innovation, but he can’t help but long for what once was.

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow):

Originally posted by fitnessua

Nat always went to the training room right after a mission. How fighting, after hours of fighting helps relax her is a mystery. Maybe it’s because she has more control of the situation when it’s her against inanimate objects instead of a person or machine. But it’s what helps her.

Clint Barton (Hawkeye):

Originally posted by arlothia

Clint had two pretty similar things he would do after a mission, sometimes he’d do both. Go watch Natasha, or go watch his family. After a mission he was pretty silent (except for when there was a unique opportunity for a joke about a teammate). He’d go watch Natasha training, maybe talk a bit, but mostly just watch. He’d also try to go to see his family (maybe taking Nat with him). His wife and kids would be ecstatic to have him home, but he’d just sit there and watch and listen to them talk about their days. He spent a lot of time reflecting over how lucky he was to have a great friend and family.

Sam Wilson (Falcon):

Originally posted by imaginesforlifetime

In the Army, he loved the moments of downtime he got to just hang out with his friends, especially Riley. Nothing’s really changed. After a mission, he loved to just be with Steve. No matter what they were doing. Catching a movie, hanging at a bar, going for a run, etc. He just reveled in the friendship as much as he could. Sometimes they would even drag along Thor or Bucky. Just a group of friends, having a good time while they could.

Bucky Barnes:

Originally posted by invisible-tonight

He wanted to be alone. Sure he would have a bit of fun with Steve, Sam and Thor when they all hung out, but honestly, he’d rather be by himself. After a mission, after the carnage he caused, even on people who supposedly deserved it, he didn’t want to be near anyone he could hurt. He was happy to be back with his best friend, and a group of people who went through their share of shit as well, but it’s just better for him to cope alone for a few hours.

Thor Odinson:

Originally posted by thorduna

Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die, and it shall be well with us. This is pretty much what Thor lives by. No matter the scale of the mission they are getting back from, or what they’re going to have to go do next, he knows the risks, and decides to live it up while he can. Very much like Sam. He loves when Sam and Steve invite him out, he loves when Tony throws parties. He will join Natasha with training, and unwind with a drink afterwards. He tries to perk everyone up. He does it with his friends on Asgard, he does it with his friends on Earth. No matter where he is, or who he’s with, he will try to keep everyone’s spirits lifted.

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch):

Originally posted by ofallingstar

She took a lot of relaxing baths. Candles, bath salts, relaxing music, bubbles. Just letting her mind wander, as she played aimlessly with the bubbles and water. She was able to wash off the blood and sweat and dirt and grime.  Eventually she’d feel better after a little time reflecting on things, and cleansing her body and mind.

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver):

Originally posted by firepoweron

Driving. He really likes to be on his feet and running and moving around but part of it, is the freeing feeling. Especially after a mission where everything is so coordinated in specific ways, he likes to do something with nothing in mind except to just go. He likes to drag Wanda along for the ride (after she relaxes in her own way). They get in the car (which they borrow from Tony), Wanda turns on some music, and they just go. Sometimes they stop for food, or catch a movie, but sometimes, its just hours driving around, watching the city lights zoom past the windows. Everyone else is in such a rush to get somewhere, and Pietro and Wanda are finally free for a moment.

The Headmasters of RWBY!

So by now everyone has probably seen the start of the new season of RWBY!

I actually got to see it in the theater for the one-night event. It was pretty cool! You definitely appreciate the visual improvements that have been made when you watch it in a theater.

So I just wanted to post my thoughts regarding Professor Lionheart and the lore implications he represents. Some other people figured this out earlier, but the fact that he’s here means the characters from the Wizard of Oz are a pretty big deal in the story after all. We’ve already seen the Wizard, Gylinda, and I guess General Ironwood was supposed to be the Tin Man. This makes Lionheart the Cowardly Lion, while the remaining leader must be the Scarecrow. That leaves the Scarecrow as the leader of the fourth academy in Vacuo, where Sun is from! Such being the case, if we assume Salem is supposed to be the Wicked Witch, thought that might be reading into it too much, then someone else must be Dorothy. Since Dorothy was supposed to travel each of the regions of Oz and meet with one of the people in her story in each one, I take that to mean that she isn’t some sort of head authority like the other characters. She may even be one of the Maidens!

In any case, be on the lookout for Dorothy. We’ll meet Scarecrow either way. I’m guessing Dorothy will be recognizable for auburn hair, red shoes, and a well timed line: “There’s no place like home.”

> Jake: Commence Old-Timey Exclamations.
  • (I see all the sprites are hanging out together)
  • andrew hussie you had better not be about to make an over 9000 joke or I will quit reading this stupid webcomic so heLP ME
  • this is really the best reaction I could have asked for tbh
  • goddammit even when she’s being grimbark I love jade
  • oh my GOD all of these giant obnoxious exclamations
  • I simultaneously love and hate them so much
  • also I imagine this must be very disorienting for karkat and kanaya
  • suddenly this giant glowing mass in the sky
  • you know jake has been powering up for thirty pages now

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m-writes-things  asked:

Imagine Steve hearing teenagers humming songs from the Wizard of Oz and being utterly confused until he sees a poster advertising a high school production of the musical.

Steve hears kids humming familiar tunes as he walks past a cafe that the local high school kids go to, and dismisses it. Because, they can’t be humming songs he knows, right? Sure, he knows a lot of new music, now, but he’d know if it was a song he’d listened to since getting out of the ice. 

It’s impossible… but he swears that girl was just humming ‘we’re off to see the wizard.

It goes on for a few more weeks, and every time he walks past that cafe, or any where that kids from that school frequent, he hears one song or another and it just doesn’t make any sense. He must be hallucinating. So he does the only thing he can think of. 

“I think I’m losing my mind.” He tells Sam over skype one night, and he can see the concern writ large across Sams gorgeous face. 

“What’s up?” Is all he asks, willing to let Steve talk through it at his own pace. 

“It’s just, I keep.. it sounds so stupid.” He admits, rubbing a hand over his eyes. 

“If it’s worrying you, it’s not stupid.” He says softly, and Steve smiles at him, wishing Sam was actually in New York, with him, instead of in D.C.

“I keep hearing these kids humming songs, and it makes no sense because that movie is so… old.” He still has to pause before he says it, because it’s not that old for him. He saw it in the cinema only a few years ago, but for everyone else it’s been more than seventy.

“It’s driving me crazy. Every time I hear one of them humming I know it can’t be right, but I still think they’re about to start singing ‘Somewhere over the rainbow,’ or…” He trails off at Sams loud, unexpected laughter. He waits for Sam to stop laughing, smiling at his boyfriend despite himself. 

"Sorry, sorry.” Sam eventually says, wiping at his eyes. 

“Steve, everybody knows the Wizard of Oz.” He says, and Steve can’t believe it. That’s wonderful. He can’t help grinning for the rest of their conversation, and Sam breaks out into chuckles every now and then. 

A few days later, he sees a poster advertising the local high school production of ‘The Wizard of Oz’ and beams at it. He buys tickets for the whole team, sits between Sam and Bucky (and Bucky’s just as thrilled about the production as he is), and doesn’t mind that the rest of the group make fun about he and Bucky liking things ’before they were cool’ because he’s watching the Wizard of Oz hand in hand with his best guy.

Overdue || AU || Summer and Ricardo

Ricardo found himself very comfortable, spread across his bed watching a movie. It was The Wizard of Oz and he could probably recite the words by heart by now but…that wasn’t the point of the movie. It wasn’t the point of the empty pizza boxes and coffee cups that sat at his kitchen counter. It wasn’t the point of the comforter wrapped securly around his frame. No…the entire point was just being there, watching a movie that he didn’t have to pay attention to. Eating and just relaxing after a long week with the one person that mean the world to him.

The person he was currently using as a pillow. His arms were folded on her lap and he was using her stomach to rest his head on. “….I am surprised the Witch did not just cut her feet off.” He murmured when The Wicked Witch tried to grab the ruby slippers. it was a soft sound but he knew that Summer had heard him, “It…would be much easier….and faster.”