maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for engaging in utter character assassination aimed at ending her career over a joke song about a tv show about aliens
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for slut shaming her mercilessly for getting a divorce then getting a new boyfriend
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for spending the past few months sending aforementioned new boyfriend death threats, abuse, bodyshaming comments, and accusations of all manner of things
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for either claiming her relationship is pr or the result of an extra-marital affair
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for twisting every word she says to either fit your narrative or make her look bad
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for twisting everyone’s words to either fit your narrative or make them look bad
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for going after every single one of her colleagues; cast, crew, writers etc; who has ever said anything in support of the opposing ship
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for making a guest star feel so unwelcome after one episode that he branded you ‘hooligans’
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for running the majority of the cast off twitter with your abuse and hatred
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for catfishing her colleague’s brother
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for holding her to a ridiculous double standard that has seen katie face no repercussions whatsoever for laughing her ass off at that part of the song
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for taking pride in your toxic behaviour and stop thinking it is justified because you are angry
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for posts comparing her to mark salling, among others
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when she stops receiving comments on her instagram inviting her to slit her wrists
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you give any indication that the apology would even be accepted, since jeremy has apologised multiple times and you still haven’t forgiven him
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you take some repsonsiblity and realise that your reaction to this has been one million times more terrible than the joke song
maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you take some responsiblity and realise that it was not its status as an f/f ship, but rather the majority of the above toxic behaviours that made them want to debunk supercorp in the first place
Keep your head up Shoot the clouds down Throw it all in Break your own ground And if you’re gonna make a mess make it loud And if you’re gonna take a stand, stand out Life is our game We can go play Shake up the rules Don’t be afraid And if you’re gonna make a mess make it loud And if you’re gonna take a stand, stand out Stand out
I had a bio test yesterday… I studied hard and on the day of the test, I was at university doing my last minute revision. It was worth 40% of my final grade & the test screwed me over. I came back home after grabbing myself a cuppa coffee.. sat down in my room, thinking how screwed I am if I don’t nail every other course work.
I had to clear my head so I turned to YouTube. And there was just SO MANY recommended Karamel fan videos & scenes.. all the laughter, fights, caring, bickering and mistakes… after an hour or so… It got me thinking:
-MonEl lost his entire planet but he found a connection to Earth. He survived.
-Kara felt alone in this planet. She found MonEl, and now she doesn’t need to hold herself back. She’s happy.
-MonEl didn’t want to be a hero, but now he wants to help Kara keep the word spinning. Oh, the hero at heart and soul!
-Kara keeps inspiring everyone around her including MonEl. Starting to learn from her mistakes and finding forgiveness.
-MonEl sacrificed himself.. his happiness.. and everything he found on earth to keep Kara safe
-Kara went back for him because she couldn’t bear losing him forever
-They are both happy!
I can go on and on forever about what I find beautiful in this relationship.
I know what you’re thinking, "how does this relate to this person screwing up the bio test?“. Because I was so close to loosing my mind when I got back home.. but binge watching Kara and MonEl’s relationship made me happy. I was sitting there, smiling & giggling alone in my room instead of a breakdown.
So I just wanted to say… Thank you for everyone out there who keeps making those amazing videos. Thank you for those out there compiling Karamel scenes together. Thank you for investing your time in making all the GIFS and photos and discussing amazing theories. Thank you for bringing a whole bunch of awesome fans that I can have a friendly conversation with. Thank you, supergirl writers for giving me a show that portrays a healthy relationship that has its own fair share of ups and downs. Thank you for the actors who has an amazing chemistry on screen. Just…
THANK YOU! from the bottom of my heart for making my day sweet, just like Karamel. Because how can you not? It is a sweet treat that goes on everything.
I’ve been seeing rumors flying around that Melissa and Chris are dating irl now and, while I haven’t seen anything that 100% proves that (you know, like one of the two of them actually telling people), I do want to put this out there:
The Supergirl fandom is big on hating Mon-El. Like, the vast majority of this fandom is down right nasty to him. I don’t care if you like him one way or another, that’s your opinion, whatever, you’re entitled to dislike whatever characters you want. I personally don’t mind him as a character, but again, that’s my opinion.
But we as a fandom need to remember that Chris and Melissa are REAL PEOPLE, not characters.
So I don’t care how much you dislike Mon-El’s character; if they actually are dating, you are NOT allowed to let that hatred of his character boil over into their actual relationship. You do not get to send him hate mail for taking away your “ships,” you don’t get to talk about him like he’s the scum of the earth for dating Melissa, you don’t get to treat him the same way you treat Mon-El. If he and Melissa want to and are dating, that’s their choice, not yours.
Mon-El is a fictional character. Chris Wood is not. Treat him like the human being he is.
Melissa fumero is the most amazing cinnamon roll and she makes Amy Santiago the most amazing cinnamon roll and she’s so talented and beautiful but could u guys just imagine like.. .. She gets paid?!?!?!…to make out with Andy samberg?!?!? Like…… What?!?!?! A?!?! Dream?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!! What?!?! A?!?!? Life ?!?!?!?!? What?!?!? A?!? Job?!?!??!!!!!!!!!
Hank Ashfort walked into his old house, as the police car drove off. Ten years he had not been at his home, locked away. It seemed different. The house was quiet, small works of graffiti ‘Monster’ lined the walls in black spray paint. But he never noticed the window before. How it had a perfect view of the McCall house. After ten years of being locked away, he was finally home. But the window made him feel better about his freedom.
Hank stared at the house, wondering when Y/N McCall was suppose to return. “Welcome home, to both of us,” he spoke with a smirk on his face. “Welcome home.
“I’ll kill you all!” The Nogitsune yelled. The pack edged back slightly. Even though he was tied up, he worried them. “Release me and let me take (y/n) and I’ll let one of you live, at least partly anyway.”
“You can’t have her.” Scott said asserting his dominance.
“Fine then,” The Nogitsune said through clenched teeth. “I guess I’ll just have to take her.
I sit in the waiting room of the Beacon Hills Hospital. I’d been here ever since Isaac got injured. The pack suggested someone stay here and keep an eye on him, just in case the Nogitsune came back, and for some reason they all chose me. I guess I understand, I can’t do much of anything. I’d probably get in the way. I curl myself into a ball, covering myself with the blanket Melissa brought in for me. I’m so tired.
It felt as if I’d only closed my eyes for a second before panic broke out. Melissa was trying to say something to me but I’m still groggy from staying awake for so long.I finally begin to register Melissa’s words.
”-here. He’s here, (y/n)“ That comment is like a punch to the stomach.
"If you can, get out, Melissa.” I say.
“I can’t, my patients-” She starts but I cut her off.
“Scott would never forgive me if something happened to you.” I say with pleading eyes. She gives me a non-committal nod. It’ll have to do. I race to Isaac’s room. I close the door and the screams quieten but don’t exactly silence. I stand next to Isaac.
“I really wish you could help, bud. I don’t think I can do this alone.” I mutter as I reach under his bed to grab the baseball bat Stiles hid. Just as I stand back up, the doors burst open.
“Honey, I’m home.” The Nogitsune smiles. Evil radiates off him, opposed to the good that radiates off Stiles.
“I’m not your honey.” I say as I wind up the bat. Just as I’m about to hit him, he grabs the bat and rips it from my hands. I stumble back a little.
“Oh,” He throws the bat across the room, barely missing Isaac. “But you are."
I only realize that I have been backing away from the fox with a stolen face, when I hit the wall. I try to put on a strong front for Isaac, even though he’s going to be unconscious for my death. I stand up tall, while trying to flatten myself against the wall at the same time. This is it. He edges towards me. I spit in his face. Not my finest moment. But hey, I’m going to die anyway. But all he does is laugh, a quiet but menacing laugh. He tilts his head in a similar way Stiles does.
"You’re mine, (y/n). That little pack of yours said I couldn’t have you. But I will, I do.” The words strike fear in my heart. The pack had him? Why didn’t they tell me.
“Great story, but if you’re done, I’ve got better things to do.” I sound more confident than I am. He chuckles again. He is only inches away from me. Please God, make it quick.
“I love how feisty you are. What a great queen you’ll make.” I didn’t think it possible, but I feel more terrified than before.
“Q-queen? What, why?” I stammer. His features light up with anger before they calm again.
“Oh,” he says. “I guess my buddy Scott didn’t talk to you like I asked. He didn’t explain that I wasn’t going to kill you. I'm taking you.” I close my eyes tightly and angle my face away from him. No, this can’t be happening. He touches my face and I pull away but face him again. When I open my eyes, I see shock and delight written all over his face.
“That’s interesting,” he beamed at me, once again grabbing my face. “You are purely pain. I’ve never met a creature with such pain.” I jerk away as he starts to take it away. He licks his lips.
“I can take it all, darling.” He whispers into my ear. He trails kisses down my neck, taking pain with every kiss. He moans greedily as he feeds. I push him away. My skin crawling.
“I don’t want you to take it away,” I start, speaking for the first time in what feels like years. “It is mine.”
“Why would you want to carry such weight?” The Nogitsune asks, curiosity lining his question.
“Pain is what makes you human. It’s what tells me I’m alive. And when I survive it, which I will, it strengthens me. Pain may be a burden, but it is one that will get lighter.” I announce. Just then, the pack come in through the door, looking battered and bruised but determined nonetheless. The fox sighs without even looking back.
He strokes my face, stealing my pain. My strength. “I guess our time is up.” Then he vanishes into thin air.
Stiles doesn’t know where the clouds came from,
but a few drops of rain spatter against the windshield of Chris’s SUV, and
slide down the glass like tears.
The road is blocked by cars, and by six heavily
“If you get the chance to run,” Chris Argent
says to nobody in particular, or maybe to all of them, “you take it.”
He opens the driver’s side door and steps out
onto the road. Stiles hears the crunch of his boots hitting the dirt. He still
has Kate’s firearm in his hand, but Stiles has no idea how many rounds he has
left. And he’s massively outgunned.
The hunters walk toward the SUV, fanning out as