now is the time to act

He's not just acting

I know there are people who’s thinking that Sangwoo is faking his concern about Bum, that he acted like that because of the situation (the police station, everyone is looking and listening at them).
But I think (and I’m sure I’m not the only one) he was not acting at all. Of course, maybe he could’ve overacted, but Bum is everything for Sangwoo right now. The power that Yoonbum has on Sangwoo is enormous!

He was in pain in the previous chapter (here the scan)

And when the other officer put him in the car, he thought about Bum!  (scan)

Also, the anger in his face! He could be the best actor but that was real anger, someone was touching and hurting HIS Bum and everyone knows how protective he is! (scan)

And when Bum hurt himself, what’s reason Sangwoo could have been to show such a concern about him? Obviously he didn’t act that time and the thing wasn’t that different: Sangwoo wouldn’t have been with Bum again, and here is the same concept. (scan)

I also think he was truly relieved when he saw Bum, it’s not a “now I have a possibility to make it” face, but a “he’s here” face! Bum is like an addiction to Sangwoo.

After that moment he could start thinking about what to do in order to escape from that situation. So yes, he could be use the situation in his favor and no, he didn’t act that much.  

I’m trying my besto, im sorry for the english as always 

Dorian - Two Years Later

During the Exalted Council, if the Inquisitor speaks to Dorian, he sits in front of a chessboard. So, I headcanon that this happened (chess’ headcanons from here):

“I saw Demetra’s hand, Cullen.”
The silence felt heavy between the two of them.
 They had met a couple of hours before, when the new Tevinter ambassador had smugly shooed away his colleagues that were chatting around the Commander.
They both needed to speak and they both knew they gave their best if some chess game was involved.
So, they played.
Dorian spoke quietly again, tapping one finger on the luxurious chess board “Well, I admit I forced her to show me her hand. When you wrote me the first time I thought you were a bit paranoid. Now, I regret you didn’t write me earlier.”
The mage moved his pawn “Do not think I’m blaming you, of course. I’m furious with the stupid me.”
The Commander opened his mouth, his eyes gentle, but Dorian shook one hand vehemently “Please, don’t. I’m a Mage. And a very good one. I should have known that an ancient magic such as that damned Anchor is couldn’t just stay quietly carved on her flesh forever. Visante kaffas, I have been so stupid!”
“Nobody could foresee this, Dorian. Nobody. I’m sure Demetra told you the same.”
“Actually she told me to stop being silly and give her another cup of tea.”
Both the men forced a smile.
“How is she doing, Cullen?”
“She…” he stopped, staring at the chessboard. He couldn’t say aloud again what she had said him not later than six weeks ago – six weeks and five days ago, most precisely. He couldn’t. Dorian had the right to know, though.
“She is fighting the Anchor, but she’s not sure who will win.”
Dorian sighed heavily, pinching his nose in a poor attempt to hide his reddened eyes “We’ll save her, Cullen, even if I had to invent a spell myself bargaining with all the spirits in the Fade.”
Cullen looked at him, his throat painfully clenched.
“Thank you.”
It was all he managed to say and it was insufficient to express his gratitude towards Dorian. Towards his friend.
Dorian understood and nodded anyway.
“I told her she shouldn’t be here, wasting her time with this useless, ungrateful bunch of people.” the Mage hissed “She should take care of herself better.”
“I told her the same” the Commander captured Dorian’s Hero of Ferelden “But Demetra helped Thedas’ people while they suspected her of destroying the Conclave, calling her an abomination. She’s not going to act any different now that she carries the Inquisitor title.”
“I bet she also doesn’t want to put Leliana in a more precarious position.”
“That, too.”
“I warned her that nobody was going to thank her,” Dorian sighed conquering a position near Cullen’s Divine “And I fucking hate being right. But this? An Exalted Council against the only person who stood up between Corypheus and the world? This is beyond ingratitude. It’s monstrous.”
A silent nod was all that Cullen could add.
Cassandra had said something along that line, in a more colorful way. Varric, the same. Sera had already menaced to kill at least thirty nobles and twenty diplomats. The Iron Bull and Thom Ranier hadn’t spoken very much, but they escorted their Inquisitor silently daring people to say something wrong, as Demetra greeted people here and there.
Vivienne had been kind enough to keep away from the Inquisitor the most problematic guests, while Josephine took care of being the first to talk with the ones who would like very much spat their venom in the Inquisitor’s face. Cole had asked Maryden to sing Demetra’s favorite song and Leliana, though bounded to her role, had sent in her bedroom fresh flowers, trustworthy servants, useful information about the ones who still sided with the Inquisition and a giant box of the finest Orlesian chocolate.
Demetra had wept in Cullen’s arms “I’m so lucky to have all of you. As long as you still trust me, I’m alright.”
Dorian cleared his throat “Speaking about messy things, I heard there was quite a problem with the bedrooms when the Inquisition arrived.”
The Commander couldn’t stop the blush, but Dorian’s grin was full of pride “Well done, Cullen!”
“So everybody knows about my change of quarters?”
“Are you kidding me? The Commander of the Inquisition army that takes his luggage, ignores the outraged Chamberlain and marches in the Inquisitor’s quarters declaring that he will stay there, messing with thousands of years of protocol? My friend, you are a legend.”
Cullen shrugged “Demetra agreed and I’m not going to leave her alone just because a useless etiquette told me so.”
“Of course! I can already hear the minstrels singing about the Lion of the Inquisition who marched in his beloved Inquisitor room and took her in his strapping arms before kissing…”
“Yes, thank you, Dorian, I get the concept.” Cullen shivered, making him laugh. A sincere one.
“And I didn’t kiss her in front of everybody! I just told them to go to bother someone else.”
“So no kisses? Not even a little one?” Dorian pouted.
Cullen tried to not grin “I didn’t say that.”
Dorian winked at him “Your admirers will be heartbroken to have the ultimate confirmation that you’re not available.”
Cullen smiled “Finally! Maybe they’ll stop to send crows asking me to marry this countess or that noble.”
Dorian tipped his head on the side “Since we’re speaking about this, let me ask you a thing: are you going to ask her to marry you?”
No hesitation. No uncertainty. Just fierce firm belief.
“Good. Soon?”
“Do you have a plan?”
“Not anymore. I had one, but now I suppose I need another one.”
“Do you have a ring?”
“I was going in Denerim to buy one when all of this happened.”
Dorian nodded again, stopping their match, and fishing something out of his pocket. Cullen took the delicate box from his hands with a perplexed frown. When he opened it, he couldn’t hold back a surprised sound: laying against soft velvet, a couple of golden rings glittered under the afternoon sun. Inside the biggest one, it was carved “Demetra & Cullen”. In the other one, he read “Cullen & Demetra”. A line of minuscule arabesques in the external part made them two little masterpieces of gold-working.
Before he could speak, Dorian smiled, quiet and sincere “In my Country, it’s the best friend of a bride or a groom that buys the wedding bands. Now, since you don’t have a lot of friends that can  be better than me and I’m quite sure Demetra loves me as much as I love her, allow me to follow one of the few traditions that I’m still proud to.”
Cullen’s thanks were too full of emotion to be as much eloquent as he wished, but they were sincere in every bit. And Dorian winked at him “One last thing: I won’t tell you to take care of her. I have no doubt you will because she’s lovely and you don’t want that an angry Magister sets your ass on fire.”
Cullen smiled, but he knew Dorian was deadly serious.
His friend continued “What I want you to promise me is that the two of you will do the impossible to be happy together. That you will treasure what you two have and you will fight to keep it alive. Life can be hard even for people who love each other as you two do, but you have something precious. Treasure it.”
“I will. We will, I promise on my life.”
“Good. And now, let’s finish this game. I want to take back some Tevinter pride and kick that awesome Fereldan ass of your.”
Cullen chuckled, putting the precious box with the rings safely in his pocket “Good luck with that. And… thank you, Dorian.”

Every reblog, comment and tag are deeply treasured and yes, I read them all!!!!! 

Dishes Best Served...

Commissioned by @theanimangaofitall Thanks so much and I hope you enjoy it <3 (also it won’t tag you for some reason???)

Pairing: Nalu

Works count: 2.5K

Lucy glares at the dirty pile of dishes in the sink, unamused with what she sees. Her hands settle on her hips, foot tapping against the wood floors, and she counts several different ways of killing her fiancé with one of the dirty spoons sitting harmlessly on the counter where it shouldn’t be.

She’s been gone for three days, away on assignment for Jason, her boss at the magazine Sorcerer Weekly, to interview the famous Runway model Mirajane Strauss, and she gave him two things to do while she was away. Two very simple things that she prayed he would be able to accomplish: do the dishes and feed their pets.

Judging by the state of her kitchen sink, Lucy can only hope that Happy and Plue aren’t dead.

Now, Lucy loves Natsu, she really does. He means the world to her and she’s able to forgive him for anything short of homicide, with some exceptions, of course. Sometimes, though, he makes her want to kill him with a rusty spoon and bury his body in Gray’s backyard. Illegal, maybe, but Gods does he deserve it sometimes. He’s her best friend and the love of her life, but he’s also a slob and sometimes she regrets ever moving in with him.

Lucy growls under her breath, eye twitching as she stares at the pile of dishes that’s at least twice the size of what it was when she left earlier in the week, a marvel in itself, considering how much she knows Natsu can eat. She doesn’t know how the hell he manages to look like a walking marble statue when he puts away his own body-weight in food every day. That’s hardly an exaggeration either, but fuck, if that’s what gives him his crazy stamina than she can deal with it from now until they’re eighty and gross and sex completely off the table.

Well, she doubts sex will ever be completely off the table, but she’s not going to risk breaking a hip to get some, be it with Natsu or not. She figures she’ll marry at least twice in life. Lucy plans to be happily married to one Natsu Dragneel from spring of next year until the time he unceremoniously dies from doing something stupid, like trying to back flip off moving car, or ski down the staircase. Lucy guesses she’ll be around her mid-thirties at that point, and will marry again by forty to fill the empty void in her heart where Natsu once was, the dumbass.

Though, there’s also a very good chance that he’s about to die at twenty-three for being an absolute fuck-nut and not doing the damn dishes. She asks him to do fix two things, and he makes one of them worse.

Lucy has a feeling she’s going to cry when she sees what the rest of the house looks like.

And maybe she’s just a little bit bitter than Natsu didn’t come to greet her at the door like he usually does, always more than excited to have her back home. It’s been a good five minutes and she hasn’t seen him anywhere yet.

Sure, she’s home a good half-hour earlier than expected, but does that really make a difference? She wanted to surprise him a little, but now she can’t even find him. And she knows he’s home. His motorcycle is in the driveway, and she knows he would rather risk getting her foot shoved up his ass than ride in a car, but that doesn’t explain where he might have gone.

Happy and Plue also aren’t anywhere to be found, which is mildly concerning and Lucy’s fear for their lives spikes for just a moment, though she knows Natsu would never intentionally neglect to take car of them. It’s just odd, really. Plue is always the second one to greet her at the door, jumping on her and giving her kisses, nearly shoving her back out the door with his lap dog mentality, despite being damn near one-hundred pounds. Happy isn’t usually this shy either, coming out whenever he hears the door unlock.

A pout forms on Lucy’s lips, and she slowly spins around, glancing around the otherwise immaculate kitchen. Her eyes narrow in confusion, Lucy not understanding. It’s cleaner than when she left, and it even looks like he dusted above the cabinets, the one place Lucy is too short to reach. That’s peculiar for two reasons. One, she finds it hard to believe that Natsu would go out of his way to dust when he has a mild allergy, but can’t do the dishes, which is something she actually asked him to do. And two, she’s pretty sure neither of them have dusted up there for a good year, considering they both hate doing it, meaning there had to be some kind of dust bunny army up there.

She’ll have to thank him for that, but not until after she chews him out for not doing the goddamn dishes.

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Taehyung Scenario: What A Feeling.

Request: Hello! Can i have a request where you and V have been dating for a long time and during one of the concerts,your backstage listening to them but after they finish the concert, V makes you come on stage in front of all their fans and proposes to you. Thank you girls!

Genre: Romance.

-So Y/N…-

Taehyung had been acting a bit weird for the last twenty minutes, he was trying to tell you something and usually your boyfriend was pretty direct with what he wanted to say, but you had also figured out some habits of him by now, being his girlfriend for more than four years you could know what was happening to him, whenever Taehyung was restless like right now usually meant he had something important to tell you, usually bad news.

It made you a bit nervous so you stared at him carefully, putting aside the book you were reading to give him your full attention so he would be more comfortable saying what he needed to say.


-I… - he licked his lips and gave you a quick hug before he stared at you again -I think we have to cancel our anniversary date-

You raised your brows and stared at him wondering what could possibly be the reason for that, in your entire relationship you had always tried to respect those dates and celebrate together, so him starting to cancel them now didn’t sit well with you. -Why?-

-Well, the schedule for concerts was changed, so… the one here in Seoul came out precisely that day-

You hummed, that couldn’t be helped, you knew there was a whole heavy process of logistic and marketing behind concert dates so you understood, although you felt still a bit bad that you wouldn’t be able to spend that day just with him. You sighed pushing yourself beyond your selfless to think about him, Taehyung was a loving boyfriend, he wouldn’t do this if he had any other choice. -Well that’s ok, it can’t be helped-

Taehyung smiled and kissed your cheek. -That’s right- he kissed you again still smiling making you smile as well because he was so cute. -I will compensate though, I will plan a whole new date, extra special just for us-

You clapped softly and leaned in to kiss his lips. -You are the best-

Taehyung moved closer to you to have even more contact as his arms sneaked around your body. -But I’d like you coming to the concert, would you like that?-

-No I wouldn’t- He stared at you dumbfounded and then you laughed. -Silly, of course I would, what kind of question is that?-

Taehyung laughed and kissed your face a dozen times, on your lips, your forehead, your nose, your eyes. You giggled and squirmed a little but were delighted nonetheless with all his affection.

Taehyung was very happy, he knew he was a great actor but he didn’t feel confident if it was with you, even less to try to fool you. He knew this was a good thing, so he was happy that everything was going according to his plans, but it also got him a bit nervous.

You loved each other and he was absolutely positive and sure on what he wanted for the future, a future with you. You had talked about it before and Taehyung knew you wanted him in yours as well, but he still felt like it wasn’t good to take your answer for granted, this was a big step for both of you, but one that he was more than willing to take if it was with you, and Taehyung thought such big step deserved an even bigger occasion.

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Pick Me Up

Request: Could you do a cute Peter/Spiderman fluff where the reader dances with him?

Requested by: anonymous.

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warnings: fluff.

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Peter had lost the Stark Internship. And obviously, because of this lost, Peter was devastated. 

So, you being the wonderful best friend you were, you’d pulled Peter into your living and started playing your guys playlist. It was something the two of you made a long time ago when you realized the similar taste in music you both had. You’d blasted it the loudest you could, and started dancing. Your dancing was everything but good and you knew you looked silly, but it was Peter and he needed a pick me up, so you delivered.

“Y/N, i’m really not feeling it…”

You’d ignored him, shaking your hips back and forth as you sang along to the song loudly. Luckily your parents weren’t home, or they would’ve thought you were insane. When a smile slipped past Peter’s lips at your awkward dancing, you smiled brightly. Taking the few steps over to him, you grinned at him mischievously, leaning down to grab his right hand. “Dance with me?”

He sighed, but relented, letting you pull him over to yourself. You waved your connected arms up and down, laughing all the way along. Eventually Peter started to get more into it, and you two ended up being two best friends dancing like idiots in your living room. 

You spun him around, laughing at his expertise ballerina moves. Unlike you, Peter actually knew how to dance and was quite good. So, actually in reality, it was only you who was dancing like a fool but you didn’t mind. 

By the time two songs had passed you out of breath, and the room suddenly felt increasingly long. You felt blessed that you’d decided to wear one of Peter’s shirts that you’d stolen before coming over, so there was a bit of an air flow. As the song came to the end, you fell against Peter, panting. He laughed, his arms falling around you. 

“Thanks…” He breathed.

“It’s no…” Your voice trailed off as you heard the beginning of the next song. It was an increasingly slower song, and as it began, you finally noticed the position you and Peter had fallen into. Your cheeks flamed, your head coming off his chest to look at Peter in the eye. “Problem,” you finished, your voice just above a whisper.

You’d be lying if you said you never thought Peter was attractive. In fact, he was really the only boy you cared to say was attractive. And you’d be lying if you said you never imagined Peter and yourself as more. He was one of the kindest boys you’d ever met and always took the time to care for you. You’d never acted on this feelings or thoughts because, well, he was your best friend. But now as you stared into his dark brown eyes and the room zoned out all noise but the slow song, you found it hard not to step closer to him.

You feared rejection, but Peter only smiled nervously, and rather than holding you around your shoulders, he let his hands fall to rest on your hips. Hesitantly you let your own hands fall onto his neck. You were positive your cheeks were the reddest they’d ever been, but somehow you didn’t care.

“Dance with me?”

Grinning, you nodded. And soon your feet began moving in sink, You didn’t move your eyes from his once, and neither did he. All you focused on was him.

When you’d come to cheer Peter up, you definitely hadn’t been expecting this, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

anonymous asked:

Exactly. I don't think it's cool that we've domesticated animals, either. I just think it's hypocritical that some people claim to care about dogs yet wouldn't have an interest in adopting one from a shelter because it'll behave sooooooo badly. As if people don't adopt them all the time & the dog is perfectly fine. Lol. You act like they're all gonna bite your face off. Oh & want a specific breed? Cool. My grandma loves dachshunds. Guess what she did? Waited & looked for one who needed a home.

@the-dog-without-fear, did i do it right? 


Steven and the Crystal Gems go bowling!

So, been doing some more animating, this time I tried to focus on consistency and movements. I lost interest for the last two lol, so they’re just rough keyframes for now. Though I also stopped cause I wanna start working on a new project! It’s gonna have voice-acting so I can practice lip-syncing :0 


anonymous asked:

do you like ikon?? who's your bias?

I DO! My bias in Ikon is Junhoe’s jaw.

Originally posted by bobhwa

12-23am  asked:

Xixi didn't reject him???? 'I know' was like yes I understand what you mean by this liking of yours. Is he working on it? Is he working on his own feelings now because he knows what jian feels for him truly? Is there like a chance for jian and xixi getting together in the future? Like silent slipping into each other's arms with time because now everything is clear

He didn’t reject him… but he didn’t reciprocate fully either? 👀

Something about the way Zhengxi acted gave me the impression that he knows exactly what he feels, and what he’s doing. I feel like he’s not confused at all. And I also feel like Zhengxi’s always known how Jian Yi felt for him, but he needed to hear it for himself, and he needed Jian Yi to say it for himself too.

It would kind of explain why he never chased after Jian Yi into the bathroom, because he needed Jian Yi to confess and be honest on his own terms. But maybe this assumption is just me confusing Zhengxi being his typical blasé, cool and collected (most of the time) self? 🤷‍♀️

I’m guessing there’ll be a point where he can see that his non-answer is eating up Jian Yi inside, and he’ll have to give his own answer too. Idk when this will be. I still stick with the HC that he confesses to Jian Yi a day or two before Jian Yi’s disappearance, which causes the huge rift between them when Jian Yi returns. But it would also allow for a relationship to be built once Jian Yi returns and Zhengxi comes to forgive him/understands that he’s back.

Guess we’ll have to see how Old Xian handles it, bc at the moment I’m really not sure…

Motivation.. why must you act up on me -_-

Kinda not feeling up to working on the next part of ask Hazel until later on now. My motivation to make it is acting up again. I have times I want to work on it, then not even 4 minutes later I wanna do something else. I got the sketch for it done, but I ain’t gonna finish it just yet.

If you wanna see the sketch, look here. Spoilers though!

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Jon Snow Finding Out You have Ice Powers 

  • So Jon found out in the weirdest way possible
  • You were cooling down your soup (what it’s hot)
  • You did this often, no one ever really paid attention to you so it didn’t matter
  • Until you met Jon
  • It was really hard suppressing your powers around him
  • You two were always together, hand in hand, in love
  • You wanted to tell him from the moment you met him, but you were scared of his reaction, would he think you were a freak? 
  • But man oh man were you wrong
  • When he saw you he was amazed
  • “y/N wHAT WAS THAT” 
  • you tried to act casual about it
  • “Oh this? That's nothing, just something I can do”
  • He wanted you to show him the other things you could do
  • You made some snow, made the room super cold, made an icicle
  • Jon was entranced, he thought you looked even more beautiful  
  • Now he asks you to do stuff like all the time
  • “Y/N can you do that one thing again?”
  • He calls you his ‘ice queen’ now
  • its adorable
the break up

request: Grizi smut. Him and his girlfriend have a drunken argument while out and he suggests they should break up in a heat of the moment comment to try and hurt her. She yells back that she agrees. But by the time they get home, they’re both too horny to go through with it and make up. I’m not going to lie, I’m just in the mood for antoine angry smut and I trust you

a/n: this ended up more like makeup smut than angry smut……i hope you still like it!

warning: smut

She watches carefully as Antoine sits across the table from her. This entire night out has been tense because their relationship hasn’t exactly been in the best place for a while now – but they both keep passive-aggressively acting like everything’s okay.

But she’s watching, waiting for him to mess up again. Antoine ignores her glare from the other end of the table and continues to sip on his beer as his eyes roam the busy club. His gaze finally lands on a girl, busy dancing in the middle of the large room.

And there it is.

He’s looking at that girl the same way he used to look at his girlfriend – except he hasn’t looked at his girlfriend like that in a long time. She recognizes the desire in his eyes, and it hurts as she realizes that she can’t even remember the last time he looked at her like that.

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anonymous asked:

I've been thinking about what we found out about quintessence in e7 and I suddenly remembered that the quintessence Keith was doused in wouldnt be the purple one that possesed honerva and zarkon but yellow one that healed kova & apparently also made it immortal cause i doubt haggar would waste energy keeping her cat alive for 10000 years but there he is, acting like narti's seeing eye cat. But at the same time we dont know how often he was exposed to it in his treatment so is keith immortal now?

Right now I don’t think so. I was under the assumption that Honerva must have treated Kova with a lot of quintessence, plus there was the fact that he was already dying. We know that quintessence can both restore and drain life (which is how Honerva ends up falling ill in the first place). Personally, my theory is that quintessence is just like this raw life force–and if you’re near it too long, it can start to drain away your own energy. 

But if you’re injured or something, quintessence can also heal you. It’s a force that can go both ways. But if you’re already dead then quintessence can’t leech off your life force, so all that energy will just flow back to you. And provided you have enough quintessence, you can effectively keep living forever. So weirdly enough, I think in order for quintessence to make you immortal you have to die first. 

So even if Keith kept knocking over canisters of quintessence, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t give him eternal life. I feel like repeated exposure would just cause you to waste away or kill you until you reach the point that you’re a zombie. Joaquim and Lauren also mentioned that quintessence isn’t good or bad in itself and it’s really how you use it. They also compared it to medicine and said that it was good in small doses but could be very damaging if you abused it.

flower through disarray ; chapter i.

When love is finally hers to hold, it is everything untimely.

Characters:  Krista (Historia), Ymir, Eren, Levi and others.
Rated:  Mature.
Note:  I’m going to try and stick to this one.  I’m trying to mush together two fic ideas I had.  One in which Ymir is a prisoner once returning behind the Wall, and the other where the only reason she is alive is because Her Royal Highness loves her.



‘Not you,’ Krista whispers.  ‘Please.  Not you.’

The last time she saw her, Krista had not been crowned.  Before Levi grabbed her by the collar, lifted her from the floor, and demanded she sit on the Royal throne.  When she knew Ymir, she was so much younger, so fragile, so small, so distant from her true self.

All those times Ymir begged Krista to give up on the act.  To be herself.  And now, here they are, Krista wearing a Crown, the noose in her hand.

‘You’re alive,’ Krista gasps.

It was all for nothing.  The sleepless nights.  The anger.  Hitting the walls, screaming into the pillow, crying until she was too exhausted to cry anymore.

My heart broke for you.

If it was confirmed that a secret special episode had been filmed and will air in five months, then I would understand that people don’t want to hear a word about queerbaiting, cause it’s reasonable to believe that johnlock might actually happen this time and the plot of s4 will be fixed. Why else there would be a super secret special episode, right.

But we’re talking s5 here, which is… such an uncertain thing, and even if it will happen, it will be long, long time from now. Given Ben and Martin’s attitude and busy schedules, well, I don’t think they will be willing to find time to film together until like 2020. Don’t forget they both are producers now, not just actors. S5 is not about Mofftiss or BBC, it’s not even about the narrative or writing it’s all about Ben and Martin. Yes, both of them even though some people act like Ben doesn’t even matter anymore.

My point is, even if you don’t believe that the show is over yet, that doesn’t mean that people don’t have the right to call it queerbaiting. It might be queerbaiting, and, for the time being I still think that too despite believing that s4 is fake, cause, first of all, the weirdness of s4 has nothing to do with johnlock at all and, unfortunately, neither has the most possible explanation so it’s not given that a potential s4-fix = johnlock canon and second of all, queer people were thrown a few thin bones to keep the hope of canon johnlock alive but if you look at the show, there wasn’t a single kiss between two people of the same gender, Sherlock has been kissed by and kissed only women, they constantly tease the shippers that he is fucking a woman, they made fools out of us and so far it still looks like we made up John’s bisexuality cause there weren’t any overly explicit hints that even the broad casual audience would pick up on, so, all in all, they are giving straights everything they want and expect while us, queer people are supposed to be satisfied with what, subtext, knee gropes and aborted love confessions that are later treated as jokes? 

I love analysing and theorising and I believe that s4 wasn’t just a giant mess of coincidences and utterly terrible writing so I am going to continue read and write meta and stuff but the harsh truth is that, no matter what they will do, they fucked up. Which they could at least partly fix if johnlock was canon, of course, but, like I said, it’s not given they want to and I am afraid that not many people will care in 5 years, which is when the next episode most probably airs.

anonymous asked:

Hey Cass I need some advice. I've been having problems with long distance boyfriend for 3 months now. He acts very immature, ignores me and parties all night, and purposefully says hurtful things regarding a past eating disorder I had. I feel really guilty but I cheated on him yesterday while I was out with friends. I know it's wrong and there's no excuse but I've just been feeling really bad about myself lately. I'm seeing him next week too but I don't know if I should tell him or not.

Hey lovely, 

Ok, by the sounds of it he sounds like a bit of dick by ignoring you, partying all the time and especially saying hurtful things to you, that’s only going to drive you away. I understand why you cheated, you didn’t feel loved anymore but I am glad you know there is no excuse and you know it’s wrong. I think you should tell him 100% and honestly you don’t deserve to be with someone who makes you feel bad about yourself, you’re young and you have soo much time to find someone who will treat you the way you deserve to be treated don’t settle for anything less! 


Another disappearance of mine, but this time IT'S SCHEDULED

Heyyyy, so I know I haven’t been the most active blog, and only recently I became active, but sadly it’s time for another disappearance act. Studying for school and what not. Yes, I know I don’t go to school until September, and yes, studying from now makes me a nerd, but so what? GRADES = JOB. JOB = MONEY. I’m glad you see my point so guys I’ll be gone for a while, I’ll he posting here and there but school and stuff and yeah…..

Yours Truly,

anonymous asked:

What's your favorite Gallavich scene of all time? Is it too difficult to choose just one? :)

It IS difficult to choose just one! I’m going to have to choose their goodbye scene for right now just because I’m an emotional masochist, and the emotion is so palpable and strong, I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, and I just can NOT get over how in love they both are acting and it kills me how fucking good they are together.

God I love their love! 

Google, Translate This!

Upon a Realization of the Primitive

The drug store of the
Town I live in now
Doesn’t have any condoms
I am now convinced that I am
Overrun by packs and herds of
Backwards and lapsed Catholics

“Just shoot your load
Onto the good bed linen!
It was fine enough for
Your mom and dad!”
All the disciples say

That would be the only time
Mom screamed during the act
Of Bumping the Uglies
In the course of furthering
Parental and intimate relations

<Now, let’s run this through the Google Translate washing machine….this is the translation from English to Sudanese to Estonian to Maori and back to English.>

Knowledge of the Past

In pharmacy
The city I live now
Do not have a penis
And we believe that we
Package and the overage
Catholic, and went

“Just shoot your load
After the linen is good!
Not good enough
Mother and father!”
If all students

By the way …
It is only at this time
Cried the mother in labor
Uglies in motion
In this promotion
Parental ratio

anonymous asked:

"I haven’t been on Tumblr since the terrorist act happened." Strange that this happens every time when a bad guy is Muslim.

Here’s the difference. There are bad Muslims. Extremists. But not all Muslims are bad. In fact they teach not to hate or do those bad things extremists do. There are no good nazis/white supremacist. They literally all want to kill people that aren’t like them. That is their main belief. No getting around it. They think they are Supreme beings.

Now go away.