look at her face and everything

Alright, who’s ready to get emotional over Until Dawn again, because I just realized something.

I don’t think Beth Washington died immediately.

When Sam and Mike find Hannah’s journal in the mines, the first entry tells us that the fall killed Beth, leaving Hannah alone and trapped. The fall killed her, not she died in the fall. And the next sentence? I watched the color drain from her face. The blood draining from someone’s face is something that happens immediately after death, since the blood stops circulating as soon as the heart stops pumping it, and Hannah saw this happen. Considering the fact that she seemed to be in pretty bad shape herself directly after the fall, looking stunned or unconscious in the close-up of them lying there, we can probably assume that she wouldn’t have been able to sit/stand and see Beth (who fell behind her) for a while after that.

Beth’s injuries from the fall may have killed her, but everything points to this being somewhat drawn-out rather than instant. Hannah had to actually watch the moment life drained out of her little sister. What if she was conscious? What if she had the chance to say something to Hannah before she died, to comfort her or make an ‘if I don’t make it’ speech? What if Hannah was holding her, trying to tell her it would be okay? Why does my heart hurt so much? 

Watching this new clip was really hard for me. I couldn’t look at Sana when she prayed, when all this comments appeared and she tried to focus, but it wasn’t working and she looked so fucking sad that my heart started pounding faster in my chest because Sana’s face showed so much pain I couldn’t take it.

It doesn’t matter that she wore her tough-girl facade. Her eyes told me everything I had to know.

And you know what? I don’t care that Noora didn’t know about Sana’s feelings towards Yousef. I don’t care that William found another girl. I don’t care that Noora felt hurt. I don’t fucking care. I’ll never stand this girl. I couldn’t even look at her blonde hair without screaming.

‘Please don’t let me be misunderstood’


the first animated intro vs the most recent

points of interest:

  • the dart board that is cut in half
  • the bar is somehow even more ramshackle 
  • ashe lost that ~vaguely ominous~ shadow over her face
  • kyr’s new sword
  • i’m 97.5% sure thog’s the only thing that remained exactly the same
Bellamy and Clarke

Miss you

Here’s a little fic I wrote based on speculation about the season finale. Hope you enjoy!

“We need to talk about it.” Clarke says, looking over at him. They both know what she means- it isn’t Raven, or their next step that’s on her mind. It’s that night.

That one incredible, perfect, beautiful night.

Bellamy is silent. She wants to know what he’s thinking as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel, but she knows better than to ask. After all, she’s the one who’s screwed everything up. Their relationship was already strained before she pulled that gun out on him, and maybe bringing this up, right now, wasn’t a good idea.

He sees her watching him, sees the expression in her eyes, and his face softens, the tension leaving his body as he sighs.


And then all hell breaks loose.

“Look out!” she cries. Bellamy swerves, trying to avoid the grounder that has just run out in front of the jeep, but it is too late. They jerk forward, slamming into a tree.

There’s a long, stunned pause.

Finally, Bellamy turns to her, eyes wide. “You okay?” he asks, his eyes flicking over her body for injuries.

“I’m fine.” She’s breathless, her heart pounding in her chest. “You?”

He nods, swallowing his shock. “Stay here. I’m gonna check the damage.”

He turns to open the door, but before he can step outside, a pair of arms grab him, roughly pulling him away from the vehicle.

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Reasons this is the best BBMAs interview for BTS so far:
- “I’m surrounded by such good looking men!”
- J-hope’s smile
- 0:11 Tae’s yawn/yeah
- 0:28 Jungshook returns
- “What is a heartthrob?” AAAAAH
- 0:52 Namjoon’s little adorable laugh
- Namjoon’s cringe at Jin’s flying hand kiss
- Suga, Jimin, and Jungkook’s smiles at Jin’s flying hand kiss
- Tae’s face when Namjoon said Céline Dion to him
- Tae crossing his hands over his heart. - “You might meet her.” “REALLY??” *starts looking around for her and is so freaking excited*
- “I love Céline Dion. My heart will go on.” And his smile and bounce while saying it is EVERYTHING
- Tae’s little head bob
- J-hope’s,“Thank you!”
- Namjoon translating throughout the whole interview for the others

So I watched the last episode of Samurai Jack this morning.

I approve. But also, I stand by my theory the entire season would have been paced better without the Ashi romance in it.

Seriously why do people have to shoehorn romance in to something when there isn’t enough room for it.

But the Scotsman’s reaction to Jack pointing Ashi out as the woman he’d found almost makes up for it. The look on his face.

I loved the final battle, seeing so many familiar faces coming to rescue Jack.

Think it would have been better if Ashi vanished the moment she got back rather than this strange “vanishing after everything is rebuilt while half way down the isle to her wedding” which was a little odd??? Felt like they were trying to dictate what emotion I should be feeling, and I really didn’t. Would have preferred a longer good bye directly after Aku was killed. And truth be told I feel more for those left behind in the future than Ashi. Will the Scotsman ever be born? Will the people he saved ever exist?

Did they all stop existing the moment Aku was killed?

The last scene was sweet. Bitter, but sweet.

But I’m gonna go looking for fanfiction now.

Marinette is probably rambling about how her crush on Adrien is gonna land her in jail while Alya just stares into the camera like she’s on the office.

#ok but clarke is FUCKING CRYING #the thought of killing bellamy blake brought her to tears #like she literally was ready to sacrifice her mother #last season to save the human race #but couldn’t bring herself to kill bellamy #look at her she completely breaks down #because bellamy is everything to her #her friend #her ally #the only person that truly understands her #it’s his face that comes up when she thinks of reasons to keep fighting #clarke griffin  is so in love with bellamy blake #and she realizes it in this moment 


Adrien Agreste is desperate. He’s tried asking Nino, but his friend sort of tripped his way into his relationship with Alya by mistake, and he’s not too proud to admit it. Plagg is no help. He’s asked Natalie, only to get a blank look. Plagg is NO help. Adrien’s even asked Gorilla. The man stared at him through the rearview mirror for a full minute before he burst out laughing and didn’t stop even after he dropped Adrien off at school. It was hard not to pout all day.

So now, Adrien is doing what he should have done in the first place - it’s SO obvious, after all. I mean, obviously HE’D be an expert.

‘Come in.’

Adrien walks into his father’s study with shoulders pushed back in his dad’s preferred posture.

‘What did you need?’ his father asked without looking up from his designs, seven different sketched clothes articles being shuffled around to create various combinations.

‘Yeah,’ Adrien said, trying to channel as much of Chat Noir as he could, ‘so dad, you and mum, huh?’

Gabriel’s hand paused delicately where it was poised over a pair of tan women’s trousers.

'I mean, you two…. Got together and everything, you know?’

Adrien watched in fascination as his father’s eyebrows rose very slowly. He wasn’t sure if it was a good sign so he went on.

'And mum was pretty. I mean, REAL pretty. Well of course she was pretty she was a model. But she was. Nice, I mean. And you TALKED to her. And it WORKED. Of course it worked, she married you and you had ME.’

Gabriel Agreste looked like he was almost afraid to talk, but he put the sketches down, steepled his fingers and finally looked up at his son.

'What are you asking exactly, Adrien? I thought Natalie had adequately covered the topic of human sexual reproduction even before you joined College?’

'Not that, dad!’ Adrien replied, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. 'I know all about that. Natalie tested me and everything and I got top marks. I’m asking about all the rest! That’s more important!’

Gabriel Agreste’s eyebrows joined his hairline. He managed to look vaguely nauseous, which was the face he made when he was in any way flustered or uncomfortable.

'All… The rest.’

'Yes!’ Adrien replied, the word exploding out of him when he couldn’t contain it anymore. A river of more words followed it once it had split the dam. 'The flowers and the complements, and the manners and kissing her hand, and being a gentleman! All of that! But I’ve tried it all and it hasn’t worked, so I MUST be doing something wrong! But you landed MUM, so you must have done something really right, so please dad, please teach me?’

Gabriel Agreste may as well be speechless for the first time in his life. He managed, 'What?’

'How to ask out a pretty girl!’ Adrien said in moan. 'The right way! So she says yes!’

Gabriel took off his spectacles to give himself time to think, polishing them off a silk hanky he always carried in his pocket, to give himself time to think. He didn’t think he’d be thinking about this already. But that was the problem with thinking. Once he put them back on, he’d formulated a reasonable response.

'I would like to know who the young lady in question is, before we go any further.’

Adrien’s brain went into panic mode. Darn, darn darn darn, he hadn’t thought of this! What was he going to say? He couldn’t say Ladybug obviously, his dad would never buy it. Quick, think of girls he knew! Girls he knew, girls he knew- ah! Girls from his class! Let’s see; Chloe- ah ah, hard nope, no way. Alya- nope, no way again, bro code. Mylene, yeah, super taken. Alix….. Just no. Darn it all, all he could think of were black hair and blue eyes and - hang on!

'Marinette Dupain-Cheng,’ Adrien squeaked. He hoped his cheeks feeling hot meant he would convince his father. Gabriel stared at him for a moment before he buzzed Natalie from the intercom on his desk.

'Natalie, send me the file of Dupain-Cheng Marinette from the College research folder.’

'Yes sir,’ Natalie chirped back. A few moments of heavy sweating later - for Adrien - his father’s phone pinged, and Gabriel picked it up, thumbing through whatever Natalie had sent. One eyebrow rose higher than the other in the expression his father often made when he was pleasantly surprised. Somehow, Adrien was irrationally pleased his father approved of Marinette, even though he realised he was now totally screwed.

'Designed an album for Jagged Stone,’ his father said, sounding reluctantly impressed. 'You will invite her to dinner next week.’

Gabriel put his phone down, seemingly done with the decision. Adrien tried desperately one more time.

'But, the advice!’

Gabriel looked him straight in the eyes.

'What I’m about to tell you does not leave this room,’ he said solemnly.

'Yes father!’ Adrien replied eagerly.

'The secret,’ Gabriel went on solemnly, 'is puns.’

'I knew it!’ Adrien hissed under his breath.

'Ah, but not just any puns,’ Gabriel admonished. 'That is why you have been unsuccessful. You need to find her interests, formulate humourous sentence arrangements. Drop them with the correct TIMING. Timing is crucial, especially in one particular way.’

Adrien fairly vibrated in his seat as he leaned forward, waiting for his dad to finally tell him the secret.

'You must take her hand, gently. Look her in the eyes, and tell her, without fanfare, how you feel about her. And how that makes you feel: in that order, son. Then, and only then, must you drop a very smart pun, about something she loves, and beg her to consider giving you a chance. Then walk away, let her think about it, and maybe drop another pun on your way out. Make her laugh, so that when she remembers you, she will smile. She’ll call you back within the week.’

Gabriel was smiling for the first time in a whole year, that Adrien remembered. He looked misty eyed and far away before he snapped out of it.

'Natalie,’ he said into the buzzer again, 'contact mlle Dupain-Cheng, invite her to dinner Friday week.’

'Yes sir. I will inform cook and the household.’

'Good.’ Gabriel looked at his son with a determined look on his face. 'I will allow you to see how it is done during this first dinner. I will then expect you to try and learn, with practice, during following invitations. Do not let me down.’

'No sir!’ Adrien replied excitedly. He raced to his room, almost bouncing giddily with joy at how helpful his dad had been. Real advice! With practice!

Then he froze when he realised he was going to be practicing on his sweet, shy classmate, who was likely going to get the entirely wrong idea, and who he had absolutely not the courage to come clean with; not on this.

'Darn’, he hissed into his room. Plagg ignored him and continued to eat his cheese noisily.

After Hours [m]

pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi, angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha

word count: 16,212

warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language

a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups​ because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.

Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”

You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”

Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.

“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”

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I know everyone’s freaking out over the mixtape, but WHAT GOT ME was when, Kelly holds Cas’s hand and he gets that surge of celestial nephilim power(or something) and Dagon is almost going to kiLL him, but then he killed her, and that was good but THEN-

Dean gets up, and he has this sort of dazed, amazed look on his face and the first thing he says is “Cas” so SOFTLY ILSDHAFKDJKLHJ. NOT”the hell?” or “what was that?” nO. Then Sam asks “what was that?’ and Cas explains and all this time, Dean hasn’t said a word..

ANd THEN Cas heals Dean’s broken hand and thanks him and what does DEAN say- “You okay?”(So soFTly)

After everything, EVerything, because god knows he must have been so angry at Cas for all that he did, he WAS angry. But just the mere thought of losing him, seconds ago, Dean softened. He didn’t care. He doesn’t care, don’t you see?! He can’t bear losing Cas. Which is why when Cas says the baby needs to be born, he doesn’t protest against his stand, he just says..”After whatever that thing did to you,Cas,We are not just gonna let you walk away.”AS IN “STAY, Cas.” Stay here, with me.

Actually to think about it, this entire episode,everything that happened between Dean and Cas, was just a giant plea from Dean asking Cas to sTAY- I MEAN COME ON “Yes, Dumbass, we” “We’re better together”. “It’s a gift.” AND THIS.

Dean just wants Cas to STAY.  

My feels juST KILLED ME bYe .( I haven’t found the gifs for this scene, but when I DO, and I will, I’ll definitely update this post with them.


I was warm.

do you ever think about how the night neil was taken was just a regular night and then suddenly it just wasn’t?

like the foxes kicked ass on court.  and to quote, following the game, “neil could practically feel the excitement radiating off [dan].” i mean they’re crushing it, they haven’t lost a game yet, the entire team’s probably waiting on liquor and sleep.  it’s an amazing, wonderful night.  i mean, shit, “thank you, you were amazing” followed by allison sending a significant look to matt?  she’s probably running through her head how much she’s about to win over bets.

but then the riot starts. there’s bottles thrown and then punches, and andrew’s getting an elbow to the face, and renee’s defending allison, and neil-

neil’s gone.

and then you’ve got everything flipping on its head.  like what do you think the foxes were thinking?  as andrew was choking out kevin, what are the chances matt was thinking about all the times neil avoided telling obvious truths?  as aaron was being bandaged up, do you think nicky was thinking about neil’s collection of languages?  do you think allison was giving a whole new connotation to “you were amazing” as they sat in the hotel room and waited to know if they’d be going back to PSU short one fox?  was abby thinking back to skin marred with scars she can’t even begin do describe the awfulness of?

they went from riding the high of another won game to crashing at the idea that they were never going to see neil josten again

From The Dining Table

13 Hours Later.

When she woke up, she was still alone.

Initially, she’d forgotten all about the night before. The first thing she noticed was the strange buzzing sound of the thermostat in the corner, which was obviously not working at all because the room was freezing. The chilly air nipped at her cheeks, and she snuggled further into the mattress as she tucked her head into the comforter with a soft whimper, trying to ignore the buzzing in her head.

Her eyes were still stinging from her tears the night before mixed with the lack of sleep. She’d managed to finally drift off at around four in the morning, but she couldn’t tell by the window whether it was eight in the morning or two in the afternoon.

Their screams from the night before still echoed in the walls.

She slid the covers off of her head and opened her eyes slowly, staring at the pale yellow motel ceiling. It was the color of Easter yellow, she’d decided, and it reminded her of chocolate and gardens and everything happy. It reminded her of some distant life where she probably would have done something to be proud of.

The ache in her chest resonated throughout her entire body, and her head was pounding to the rhythm of her heart—it was the only way she could be sure it was still beating.

She felt like someone had torn it out of her chest.

She turned onto her side and looked at the space in the bed beside her, clutching onto the soft material of the comforter until her knuckles turned white. Waking up on her own wasn’t new to her—she’d done it time and time again in the past two years, so much that she’d become numb to the loneliness that came with it. But this time was different…

This time, she knew he wasn’t coming back.

She suddenly felt a tear roll down her face, and just like that, she couldn’t get him out of her head.

He was everywhere.

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anyone ask for roughly one million sketches of my squadmate reyes design (here)? no? whoops

There's this one thing that no one's talking about, though

Even if it was clear in his face how happy Jug was when she answered his feelings, it’s also important for us to take a look at Betty’s side of this whole confession.

She was already aware of her own feelings for him, and after everything that happened in episodes 11 and 12, she was probably feeling really insecure, not knowing how things would be in between them, and not knowing if his feelings for her were destroyed by that “betrayal”.

Betty was normally feeling insecure, and when he was transferred, she really thought everything was gonna change. Since they’d not be together all the time anymore and since he seemed to be doing well without them, it’s pretty normal to think she was scared to lose the love of her life.

But then, things changed…

When she was about to start her speech, he came in to support her as he always does, and that was the first moment in that episode that she thought that, maybe, she was exaggerating and all. At that moment, when their eyes met and she realized that he was always gonna be there for her, Betty knew that whatever happened, they would face it together.

And then, there was the love confession.

When those words left his lips, not only once, but twice, Betty knew for sure that nothing would be able to stay in between them and their love. She was truly happy and secure of whatever the future could prepare for them, for she knew that they are so much stronger than anything.

Their love can overcome anything.

Their love is strong, pure, healthy, real and definitely the best example of love in the whole TV.

Bughead is life. Bughead is love.

Bughead is Riverdale.


As a neonatal intensive care nurse, Lauren Bloomstein had been taking care of other people’s babies for years. Finally, at 33, she was expecting one of her own. The prospect of becoming a mother made her giddy, her husband Larry recalled recently— “the happiest and most alive I’d ever seen her.”

Other than some nausea in her first trimester, the pregnancy went smoothly. Lauren was “tired in the beginning, achy in the end,” said Jackie Ennis, her best friend since high school, who talked to her at least once a day. “She gained what she’s supposed to. She looked great, she felt good, she worked as much as she could” — at least three 12-hour shifts a week until late into her ninth month. Larry, a doctor, helped monitor her blood pressure at home, and all was normal.

On her days off she got organized, picking out strollers and car seats, stocking up on diapers and onesies. After one last pre-baby vacation to the Caribbean, she and Larry went hunting for their forever home, settling on a brick colonial with black shutters and a big yard in Moorestown, N.J., not far from his new job as an orthopedic trauma surgeon in Camden. Lauren wanted the baby’s gender to be a surprise, so when she set up the nursery she left the walls unpainted — she figured she’d have plenty of time to choose colors later. Despite all she knew about what could go wrong, she seemed untroubled by the normal expectant-mom anxieties. Her only real worry was going into labor prematurely. “You have to stay in there at least until 32 weeks,” she would tell her belly. “I see how the babies do before 32. Just don’t come out too soon.”

When she reached 39 weeks and six days — Friday, Sept. 30, 2011 — Larry and Lauren drove to Monmouth Medical Center in Long Branch, the hospital where the two of them had met in 2004 and where she’d spent virtually her entire career. If anyone would watch out for her and her baby, Lauren figured, it would be the doctors and nurses she worked with on a daily basis. She was especially fond of her obstetrician/gynecologist, who had trained as a resident at Monmouth at the same time as Larry. Lauren wasn’t having contractions, but she and the ob/gyn agreed to schedule an induction of labor — he was on call that weekend and would be sure to handle the delivery himself.

Inductions often go slowly, and Lauren’s labor stretched well into the next day. Ennis talked to her on the phone several times: “She said she was feeling okay, she was just really uncomfortable.” At one point, Lauren was overcome by a sudden, sharp pain in her back near her kidneys or liver, but the nurses bumped up her epidural and the stabbing stopped.

Inductions have been associated with higher cesarean-section rates, but Lauren progressed well enough to deliver vaginally. On Saturday, Oct. 1, at 6:49 p.m., 23 hours after she checked into the hospital, Hailey Anne Bloomstein was born, weighing 5 pounds, 12 ounces. Larry and Lauren’s family had been camped out in the waiting room; now they swarmed into the delivery area to ooh and aah, marveling at how Lauren seemed to glow.

Larry floated around on his own cloud of euphoria, phone camera in hand. In one 35-second video, Lauren holds their daughter on her chest, stroking her cheek with a practiced touch. Hailey is bundled in hospital-issued pastels and flannel, unusually alert for a newborn; she studies her mother’s face as if trying to make sense of a mystery that will never be solved. The delivery room staff bustles in the background in the low-key way of people who believe everything has gone exactly as it’s supposed to.

Then Lauren looks directly at the camera, her eyes brimming.

Twenty hours later, she was dead.

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