anonymous asked:

Very hopeful for a good panel at ECC now that we know Clare Kramer is moderating. She is a con veteran and has existed in one of the most rabid fan bases around (Buffy) for 17 years. She knows the crap from the quality. She'll keep pushy fans in check but also prod Cait and Sam when needed. Hopefully there will be no "When would you travel back in time to" type questions.

Well at least that’s some good news! If we get any questions about traveling back in time, the weather or the costumes I think I’ll scream. 

i wish you loved me (as much as you don’t)

I wish you loved me (as much as you don’t)
Jane goes on her date with Oliver [post 2.14] Drabble.

“Everything ok?” Oliver asked her when they sat down on the bench. He squeezed her hand gently and she turned to him.

“Huh?” she had zoned out for a moment, “yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.” She smiled at him, genuinely appreciating his concern.

“You just seem… a little lost in your thoughts,” he said, not pushing or prodding, just being his usual gentleman self.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “walking around doing the night always gets me pulled into my thoughts.”

“Yeah, this city does that,” he replied. He gave her hand another squeeze and turned around, resting his back against the bench and looking out towards the view, giving them - her - a moment of silence to be with her thoughts again.

He was good that - knowing just when he should ask another question, and when to just pull back and allow her to have that moment to herself. She watched him for another moment and then allowed herself to drown in her mind once again.

Even though the day had been relatively slow for her work wise, as compared to what she usually had to go through, or even what the others had to do, it still left her with a heavy feeling at the end of it. Finding out that Roman was the one who killed Emma Shaw, following Shepherd’s orders - maybe even Remi’s - weighed heavily on her. She had wanted to tell Kurt but she just couldn’t bring herself to do so. She knew how devastating keeping secrets between them could be, but she also knew what this truth would do to him.

And she needed just a little bit more strength to be the one who would be there when he finds out - when she tells him.

But it wasn’t just that thought that was swimming in her head. She kept going back to the last conversation they had before she left. They were smiling and joking about Rich and Patterson when she got Oliver’s text. And for a brief moment she felt awkward, didn’t know how to end that moment and excuse herself. But it was actually Kurt who helped her out. His line about her having a hot date was playful, friendly, and even though it gave her an easy way out, it just… it didn’t sit well with her.

She shook her head. She was being ridiculous. She was the one who was out on a date with another man. She was the one who had decided that it was time to move on, that she no longer had those feelings she once had for Kurt.

And yet… when he joked about it, when he just smiled at her when she’d told him she was out on a date… she felt something in her chest crack. She realized that maybe, just maybe, he had moved on as well, that he no longer had feelings for her either, contrary to what Rich would want her to believe.

She didn’t know what she’d expected or wanted to happen. She fought against those thoughts and turned to look at Oliver again, forcing a smile on her lips, reminding herself that for the first time since she could remember she was happy, she was with someone who cared about her and made her smile.

She slid down the bench, closing the distance between them and brushing her shoulder against his. 

“Wanna keep going?” he asked her.

She shook her head, “no, let’s just stay like this a little bit longer.”

Title :: Rolling with the (Frozen) Punches by Austennerdita2533

Word count :: 1,324

Chapters :: 1/1

Rating :: Mature

Relationships :: Nesta/Cassian

Characters :: Cassian, Nesta

Additional Tags :: post-ACOMAF canon, Light Angst, Humor

Language :: English

Summary ::  As a mortal, Nesta was sleet: half-pelleted and harsh. As an immortal, Nesta was snow: full-bodied and frozen all over. Fae blood only hardened her into something more dangerous and into someone more formidable and “cold”, but what happens when a winged Illyrian prods at the warmth she keeps igloo’d inside? (Nessian + combat training)


Two cities-loopwhole ft Roc Marciano(Prod. By Loopwhole beats)



꽃길 (Prod. By 지코(ZICO))
  • 꽃길 (Prod. By 지코(ZICO))
  • 세정 (구구단)
  • Jelly box 꽃길 (Prod. By 지코(ZICO)) 세정

#nowplaying 세정 (구구단)  - 꽃길 (Prod. By 지코)

* Sejeong (gugudan) - Flower Road (Prod. By Zico)



[part 1] [part 3] [part 4] [extra]

Looking for a snack? Try pie, or a pie by-product. Dinner? Pie and/or its by-product. Trying to patch a leaky roof? We have just the thing for you, and we also have its by-products.

Mandy & Jenny: “We are living in an immaterial world – a ghost world, and I am an immaterial girl – a ghost.”

Bitty: “To the family of Chowder the intern, we regret to inform you that your son has, in the line of radio duty, transformed partway into a shark, and that his original body will be missed and never forgotten.

To the family of intern Dex, we thank you for his service to the cause of community radio, and join you in mourning the permanent loss of his chill.”

Hockey Mantra: Pain is just weakness leaving the body. And then being replaced by pain. Lots of pain.

An update on our previous message about pie and pie by-products. You should not eat pie or pie by-products, say several frantic sports nutritionists, waving clipboards in our studio. If you have any pie or pie by-products in your home, you are almost certainly already dead. Sorry about that.

… even in crossovers, some things don’t change ;)

  • *a crime scene*
  • Greg: *shaking his head* This is wrong.
  • John: *shrugs* I know but what can we do?
  • Baby Holmes: *trots past, waving Sherlock's magnifying glass; giggling madly*
  • Sherlock: *following; rambling about soil samples*
  • Greg: *rubs the back of his neck* Molly's going to kill him.
  • John: *nods* She's knows what she got into, though.
  • Baby Holmes: *points at the corpse* Deaded!
  • Sherlock: *beaming with pride, scoops her up and gives her a big kiss* That's my clever girl!
  • Greg: *sighs* He's not even sorry, is he?
  • John: Nope.
  • Sherlock: *approaching, his daughter now strapped to his chest; proud af* She found the blood, the weapon and the missing wallet. My little detective. Brilliant, isn't she?
  • Greg & John: *exchange glances*