so i tried to pick up where i left off in my last rewatch

The Serpent Or Me - Part 1 (Bughead/Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader)

Jughead has never cared about fitting in, as long as he has Betty and the gang he knows he has his place in Riverdale. However, Southside High has brought him an odd comfort and new friends very easily. The serpents have taken him under their wing, one in particular y/n has started to show him how things work in the gang. Jughead starts to grow a fondness for y/n that feels uneasy, he’s stuck between two worlds. Where or who should he choose?

Characters/Pairings: Jughead x Betty, Serpent!Reader.

Warnings: Kissing.

Word Count: 2140.

Notes: Firstly I’m sorry this is out later than planned, I’ve been teasing this piece for way too long. Secondly I stuggled a bit getting into Jughead’s POV style. I think this just gives me an excuse to rewatch the season again and pick up on his narration style. Finally if you have any suggestions on where you think this should go let me know, I have the next 2 parts planned but I am intrigued to see where you think it will go. Collabing is my fave! Anyway, enjoy.


Originally posted by littelmix

Jughead’s POV

Southside High was certainly rough around the edges. Riverdale was a beauty in comparison.

The metal detectors were new to me, I’d never been searched to go to class before. It was a sign of the times, I guess. Just another new thing to get used to. I headed to my locker, headphones on and eyes to the ground. I was still the new kid after all. I took out my math textbook and a copy of ‘Of Mice And Men’ for English, luckily I’d read it at Riverdale so I wouldn’t be unprepared. I checked my phone, killing time before first period. Betty had already text me twice, despite us being on the phone only twenty minutes before.

Betty: Riverdale feels weird without you Jug. I miss you :( xx

Betty: I can’t wait to see you again. Friday can’t come quick enough xx

Me: I miss you too Bets. Being the new kid is strange. Friday is going to get me through though. Can’t wait to see you x x

At Riverdale, I may have been the outcast but I had Betty Cooper by side. Betty was the strongest person I had ever known, I knew if anyone could handle this distance it was her. I had moved here to keep her safe, I just hoped she wouldn’t get herself into trouble. Considering the current state of affairs that was the town of Riverdale however, trouble could be anywhere we turned.

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anonymous asked:

reg, I just rewatched the 'leave the math to pidge' scene,, and the way keith says it is soo mf soft, and the way the whole thing is framed,,,, like they didn't have to /do/ that

god i know…a lot of people don’t like this scene because they think that keith is insulting lance and that he just made lance feel worse and like. the only thing that comes to my mind when people say it was a bad scene is “ding dong you are wrong.”

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Request: None

Pairing: King Arthur (The Legend of the Sword) x Reader

Summary: Arthur can’t find you and he get’s extremely anxious. (Happens while Arthur is still in Londinium)

 Warnings: I think I swore somewhere in there.

Word count: 2,650

A/N: I’m debating whether or nor I  should delete this account since I barely even post anything ever, but for now, have this King Arthur: Legend of the Sword imagine because i just rewatched it for like the fifth time today. I swear this was meant to be short and lightweight but you know me wh00ps (honestly don’t even like this one sm, I’m just posting it bc it’s the first thing I’ve written in aaaaaggeesss)

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Originally posted by sikanapanele


Arthur let out a deep breath as he felt himself being pulled out of his unconscious state and back into his bed, where the sunlight began to stream in. It flooded the room, illuminating it with a dim glow and slight warmth, something he appreciated deeply. He had yet to open his eyes, but a small smile already invaded his features.

This smile was due to one thing and one thing in particular: you. Arthur’s mind was swamped with memories of last night’s happenings, contently basking in every touch and laugh the two of you shared, not to mention everything else that came after that. His brain recreated your face so beautifully in front of lids, which were shut, that he couldn’t keep himself from thinking of you persistently.

After a while, Arthur’d had enough of imagining your face and felt an urge to see it for himself again. He wanted to be able to study every dip and curve on it, and engrave it into his memory more than it already was, if that was even possible.

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“Capturing Her Damaged Heart”

Summary: A deadly disease plagues the world. People are dying, the dead are rising. The infection spreads too fast to stop. Everyone tries their best to survive in this post-apocalyptic world, but things get messy for Natsu when he finds a blonde woman on one of his missions. Natsu takes it upon himself to help her, protect her, and accidentally fall in love with her? Zombie Apocalypse AU. Hurt/comfort, angst, romance.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

Read on or AO3.

A few warnings before we get started: This is rated M for explicit language, violence, torture, physical and emotional abuse, character death, sexual abuse, eventual sexual content, possible triggers, controversial topics, drug use, and adult situations.

As you can see, the zombie apocalypse can get quite messy. This is not a story for the lighthearted. The triggering content won’t go into extreme detail, but I did want to put a warning.

In the beginning of chapters where there’s either smut or a possible trigger, I will post a warning so you can choose if you want to read it, skim it, or skip it. (Keep in mind, it will be a while until either happen.)

If at any time you decide you don’t want to continue reading this story then please don’t feel any pressure from me to keep reading. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so don’t compromise your well-being for the sake of a story. That being said, I also want to say I will not change how I write this story. The main plot has already been decided. It’s not meant to be a fluffy piece, but there will be good times shared here and there for our survivors and there will be a relatively happy ending.

I would also like to warn this is a ‘slow burn’ story! So keep that in mind while reading. This is a NALU story, but be warned, this will be a bumpy ride.

I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does! I only own this specific plot, and my OC’s if I choose to create some. There is no updating schedule.

I sincerely hope you read all the warnings and didn’t skip straight to the story, but if you did, good luck. Either way, enjoy!

Chapter One: Section Six

(October 4th, 2017, Wednesday Morning)

Flipping the page of his manga, Natsu read out loud, “'We just said that’s the wrong name!’” He took a breath, changing the tone of his voice a bit. “'No, it’s not! When I made him that shrine, Yato was so happy! He’d wanted it for so long! It can’t be wrong!’”

Eyes flitting to the next page, Natsu continued. “'Or he wouldn’t have cried like that…’”

He sighed, closing his manga and setting it beside him. He didn’t need to turn the page to know what came next. Muttering, he recited the words from the next few pages because he had them memorized. “'Yaboku! Wheeeeew… Welcome back, Yato.’”

Green eyes shut as he leaned back on his mattress, staring up at the fluorescent lights that didn’t work anymore. “This is so boring,” he moaned to himself. He had read his tenth volume of ‘Noragami’ twenty, no… twenty-one times before today.

'If only I had the other volumes. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so bored.’

Shifting against his bed and covers, he tried to get comfortable for a nap. However, the sound of a female’s voice captured his attention. “If it’s so boring, why do you keep reading it?”

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Awkward encounters - Davin x reader (The Stag)

Originally posted by sendvinec

AN: I came up with this cute little idea after rewatching the stag last weekend. Here you go :) I’m not tagging anyone from my forever tag list as I’m unsure who’s actually seen this movie. 

Summary: You’re one of Davin’s students and you stumble upon them in the woods.

Word count: 1,150

Warnings: Strong language, teacher/student relationship?, spoilers I guess.

It was meant to be an early morning walk, clear your head, walk your sister’s dog. You didn’t expect to find your english lecturer butt naked with five other men in the middle of the Irish country side. 

You always had a crush on your english lecturer, he was young, fairly (and by fairly, you meant really) good looking and the way he spoke just transfixed you. He was your favourite part of the day although you’d never admit that. 

The past couple lectures you had noticed that he had a couple friends coming to visit him, including a very beautiful woman which almost made you jealous. That is until you found out through the grape vine that the woman was actually his best friend’s fiancé. 

Not that any of this mattered though because he was your teacher and he barely knew who you were. 

Back to the forest. 

You wouldn’t normally track this far but you had to house sit for your sister this weekend and you had to walk her small dog everyday. 

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Best Halloween Ever

Prompt Request: could you do a peter parker x ginger reader where she’s a HUGE harry potter nerd and she thinks peter looks a little like harry so she has them go as ginny and harry for halloween and he’s super in love w her throughout it all cause that’s HIS nerd and he loves her ??

Characters: Peter Parker, Reader

Warnings: none really, just fluff

A/N: Thanks for the request! Tags and requests are open, and as always, thanks for reading!

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Peter hopped over the back of the couch and plopped down next to you. Some popcorn escaped the bowl he was holding and spilled onto the floor.

“Watch it!” you warned. “Papa Bear’s gonna kill you if you mess up his rug.”

Peter sighed and banged his head against the cushions. “Can you please stop referring to Mr. Stark as Papa Bear?” he asked.

“Is he ever going to stop acting like an overprotective father?” you shot back.

Peter groaned. “Probably not.”

“Then no.” You smirked at him, and he threw a few pieces of popcorn at you.

“What are we watching anyway?” he asked, after he got the silliness out of his system.

“Well…” you trailed off and his eyes widened.

“No!” he exclaimed. “Not again!”

“Okay, hear me out,” you reasoned. “The new Fantastic Beasts movie just came out on DVD, so of course we need to rewatch the old movies.”

“But it’s not even the same storyline as Harry Potter !” he yelped.

“Yeah, but there’s history to be learned. Pretty please?” You clasped your hands together and gave him your best puppy dog eyes. You knew he’d never be able to say no to your puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh, fine!” he relented. “But I want to watch the one where they train in that secret closet.”

“ Order of the Phoenix? Coming right up!” You scrolled through Tony Stark’s massive movie library until you found the movie you were looking for. You had managed to get Tony’s iTunes password from Captain America himself and had downloaded all of the extended versions of the Harry Potter movies.

“FRIDAY, please turn down the lights,” Peter commanded as you started the movie. Everything was plunged into darkness until just the light from the TV illuminated the room.

Normally, you were completely engrossed whenever you watched a Harry Potter movie. But today, your attention kept wavering between the movie screen and Peter’s face. He couldn’t help but feel your intense gaze on him as he watched wizards and witches fight it out on screen.

“Everything okay?” he finally asked. He was thankful the darkness was hiding his flaming red cheeks.

“You look just like him…” you murmured. You paused the movie. “FRIDAY, lights please.”

The lights came back on, and you grasped Peter’s hand and pulled him to his feet. You started talking about something, but your voice faded out as he tried to contain his emotions.

His heart beat wildly as you held his hand in yours. To say he had a crush on you was an understatement. Ever since you had been assigned partners in chemistry last year, you two were practically inseparable. Plus, he loved the fact that you didn’t treat him any differently once you found out he was Spiderman. You weren’t even intimidated by the other Avengers when you hung out with him at the Tower.

“So what you do think?” you asked, bringing his attention back to the present moment. “You wanna do it?”

“Yes,” he replied dreamily.

You squealed and jumped up and down. “This is going to be so awesome!” You gave him a quick hug. “I just need to run home and grab some stuff, but I’ll meet you at the shop in, like an hour?”

Peter gulped and nodded, hoping you couldn’t decipher his absolutely clueless expression. You waved and practically ran out the door.

He waited until you left to summon the AI. “Umm, FRIDAY? What exactly did I just agree to do?”

He couldn’t help but feel like the AI was smirking at him behind all its code. “Well, Mr. Parker, it appears you will be dressing as Harry Potter for Halloween.”

You waited anxiously outside the dressing room as Peter changed into his outfit. Finally, the thin blue curtain pulled back and Peter appeared. You stared at him with an open jaw as he held out his arms and spun around.

“Well?” he asked.

“Oh. My. GOSH!” you squealed. “You look amazing!”

Peter blushed as he looked in the big dressing room mirror. “You think?”

You nodded vigorously and turned him around. “You’re perfect as Harry Potter!”

It was true. With his brown hair and piercing eyes, Peter totally pulled off the Harry Potter look. You held out fake glasses, and he put them on.

“Ahh! I love it!”

Peter looked at your own costume appreciatively. “Maybe, uh, you should, like, stand next…to me,” he stuttered. “You know, to get the, uh, full effect of the costume.”

You let out a light gasp. “You’re totally right!” You practically bounced over and stood next to him. You made the perfect Ginny Weasley. Despite the harsh fluorescent lights in the dressing room, your red hair shone brilliantly. It framed your face in the most perfect way, and Peter couldn’t help but notice how the black Gryffindor robes accentuated your already awesome features.  

“We look amazing!” you exclaimed. “All we need are wands and a scar for you, and then our costumes will be epic!”

“You are such a nerd,” Peter snickered.

“But you love it!” you sang, dancing around the dressing room.

Your enthusiasm was contagious, and Peter found himself actually looking forward to trick-or-treating.

He had it bad for you.

Halloween had finally arrived. Peter met you at your apartment to get completely dressed up in the costumes. You had helped draw a scar on his forehead, and he had to stop himself from passing out at you being so close to his lips.

“Expelliarmus!” you yelled, waving your wand at him.

“Oof!” Peter grunted as he pretended to fall backwards.

“Noooo,” you whined. “Expelliarmus causes the opponent’s wand to leave their hand.”

Peter straightened himself back up. “Okay, okay, lemme try again,” he insisted.

You held your wand out, a look of steely determination in your eyes. “Expelliarmus!”

Peter flung his wand, and it accidentally knocked over some of your Harry Potter funko pop figures. “Whoops.”

Thankfully, you just giggled and picked his wand up off the floor. “Let’s try not to hit any kids while we’re out, okay?”

Peter nodded sheepishly and followed you out your door.

Whoever said high schoolers were too old to go trick-or-treating was lying. You and Peter were a huge hit with your “couples” costume. Kids kept stopping you in the hallways to ask for you two to duel each other. Peter’s wand didn’t hit any kids, but it did accidentally knock one cranky old lady’s apartment numbers off her door. You retired your wands at that point and focused on collecting candy. By the time you finished hitting every apartment in your building, your bags were full of goodies.

“I’m kind of not ready to be done yet,” you admitted after you left the last apartment.

“Me neither,” Peter replied. “Want to walk around for a bit?”

You nodded, and suddenly, your demeanor changed. You bit your lip and your cheeks took on a pink tinge. “So, uh, since Ginny and Harry end up together in…in the movies…” You swallowed and took a deep breath. “Maybe we could, um, hold hands? To make the costumes more realistic,” you added quickly.

Peter’s heart lept into his throat. “Y-y-ye-yeah,” he got out. “Def-definitely need to m-make it realistic.”

You and Peter had held hands before. In moments of excitement, it wasn’t uncommon for you to take his hand in yours. However, this felt completely different. Peter prayed you couldn’t feel how sweaty his hand was. His heart thumped steadily as you walked around outside, hand-in-hand, in silence.

“I had a lot of fun tonight,” you said, looking Peter in the eyes.

“Me too.” He rubbed small circles on the palm of your hand and gained some courage. “Do you wanna hang out sometime?”

“Sure!” you replied immediately. “We can finish the movie.”

“N-no,” Peter clarified. “I mean, hang out.” Your eyes widened when you realized what he meant. “I mean, we don’t have to,” Peter added, when he saw your expression. “It’s just-”

His words were cut off when you kissed him. Well, tried to anyway. In your haste, you wound up banging noses, and his glasses fell off his face.

“Ohmygoshimsosorry,” you rushed, covering your face in your hands. “I was…I was trying to…” You groaned and refused to meet his eyes.

Peter bit his lip as he tried not to laugh. “You wanna…you wanna try that again?”

You looked up. “You mean you still want to?” you asked incredulously.

Peter nodded. “Yeah. I like you a lot.”

“I like you too,” you replied.

You liked him! Peter swore he could hear angels singing in the distance, he was so happy. He repositioned himself in front of you and placed shaky hands on your shoulders. Your own hands wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. Your eyes looked even brighter this close, and he could see the smattering of freckles decorate your nose. You took a deep breath and relished in the sharp scent of Peter’s body spray.

“Umm, so I guess we just…?” you asked nervously.

“Y-yeah,” Peter responded.

You both leaned in for your redo kiss. It was soft, gentle, and a little awkward for your first time. But otherwise…

But it was perfect.

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― a call | m

→ Sexting Jungkook while you’re drunk leads to an interesting phone call.

genre: smut | fuckboy!au

pairing: jungkook | reader

includes: sexting & phone sex

word count: 2,439

You should know better than to be drunk texting, scratch that sexting, Jeon fucking Jungkook at two in the morning. If you were in the right state-of-mind you wouldn’t be doing this right now. But everyone knew that was a lie because your affection towards him denied every single time you said you loathed him. Don’t be followed though, there was actually a time when the sight of Jungkook caused your food to climb up your throat and every single time he passed you in the halls you’d roll your eyes.

No one can escape this shithead; let alone hate him. His image screamed a cute nerdy dork but once he opens his mouth it’s over. The constant times he’s flirted with girls and guys alike in the halls made you want to slam your head against your locker. Try going to school with this guy all through high school and now college. You’d be annoyed by it too. Even though he flirted with everyone with a beating heart he never looked your way until he did. And you fucking wished he didn’t. 

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captain-crookedcloudcollector  asked:

I don't think you ever did your final write up on season 8 Kitty, you gonna get back to that?

aww man, i didnt finish it because i think ive done a pretty great job expressing my thoughts on season 8. it was freaking amazing? but im gonna write up some of what i planned for that post here.

favourite episodes:

  • two swords is good because it introduces us to the more violent fern and shows finn being a doctor for shits and giggles (foreshadowing?). i get good feelings from this ep. and these days, also sad ones.
  • high strangeness - tree trunks is pretty entertaining by herself but this episode had a glorious combination of comedy, quiet pain, and…. strangeness. seeing tree trunks be ooo’s greatest activist was nothing short of a golden meme factory. and it was a lttle sad seeing pb explain what it was all about, perhaps even questioning her own sanity here… as for the candy attacking the aliens, if you remember all of pen ward’s previous work, you sure do get a Little Pink Best Buds vibe.
  • jelly beans have power - yknow when they ended pb’s arc w the whole Being A Pragmatic Coldass back in the Cooler, i wondered if she was going to stay interesting or get boring. well, lets just say the AT crew have exceeded my expectations. not to mention season 8 SURE BRINGS UP A LOT OF COMPETITION in the whole “morally questionable science lady” area. after the whole King of Ooo stuff the princess has been trying to rebuild her relationship with her citizens, and to see her hot-headedness make it crumble apart… well it must have been like looking into your soul and seeing something dreadful.
  • All of Islands - yes this is cheating. do i give a fuck? no. uhhhh what were my fave eps? hide and seek was the part where i went “this is the best adventure time has ever been”. martin and minnie was not only realistic, making minnie my favourite side character to ever get that little screentime, it also hit all the right emotional notes as well as having a dash of humor. the light cloud kinda highlighted the differences between the humans and the oooish people, it made us all appreciate the wacky land of ooo I feel. finn could have had his life as a human and lived with his parents, but he would have possibly died during the plague, and he’d have never had all the amazing adventures that made him who he is. anyway finn’s kinda my second or third favourite character now which is a significant jump from a few years ago. 
  • all of elements because i just dont care. highlights: skyhooks was deeply ominous and had marshmalline humming greensleaves which is pretty gay, bespoken for looked like it was gonna be shitposty but ended up making betty of all people a compelling, sympathetic, and unpredictable character… the third one had the ice kingdom which i think is my second-favourite location… cloudy i didnt like on my first rewatch but on our rewatch i learnt to appreciate it for the heart-to-heart bro chat that it was… slime central had funky skating (slime kingdom ftw) and the BEST humor in the miniseries alongside jake fucking dying, happy warrior is my least favourite of the eps but thats because it was setup for the much more magnificient hero heart which is my favourite… the reason for that is because it’s worth the most analysis and has the heaviest atmosphere. from lsp eating marceline’s face to finn holding back his fear to pb going fucking nuts and all those chilling candy zombies, this was the climax of the miniseries for sure. skyhooks II was a cooldown after the climax and a sort of resolution. it could have been better but the way i think of it, we haven’t seen all the resolution yet. highlights? lsp being the hero (lol) and pb and marcy’s kingdom-takeover song. pb’s actions in elements make me think that the power made her exemplify all her negative, controlling traits. she tried to take over the other kingdoms to make people “happy” and they ended up losing all their individuality. remind you of The Thin Yellow Line? the same sorta goes for FP but not really cos FP’s only negative trait is her awful temper.
  • abstract because i fucking love jake. i know some people found this ep disappointing but i did not.
  • ketchup for best filler ep because it looked GORGEOUS, it made me SMILE, it had backstory and the tale of what Marceline did in Elements presented in such a charming way, we even saw BMO spin a tale about her mom…  I’m heartbroken that we probably wont be seeing any more guest animated episodes because this is my favourite one yet. 
  • whispers. I TOO AM DOOM. *thunk thak thunk thank splat*
  • three buckets is the best episode in the best season of adventure time, and i think it beats out The Lich as my favourite season finale. it’s sad, it’s dark, it’s sweet, it’s hilarious, it’s ominous, theres nothing to dislike about it. my favourite part was the last few minutes starting from when fern left finn alone in the cave. he freaks out for a while which makes us wonder if he might actually die in here, then the robot arm in a surprising twist turns out to have a pb-siri that thanks finn for what hes done which is cute. and finn discovers his salvation in the rock drill and fucking weed whacker. then he fights his clone  fern now COMPLETELY off the deep end, and just when finn is giving up,  well…

“What are you doing?”

“Weed whacking!”

“…What are you?”

“A weed whacker :D”

“It doesn’t have to have this… finnality!”

“F A T A L I T Y”


i think the end of this ep is more defined by what isn;t said than what is said. finn is so shocked that he can’t even talk. bmo gives us one final bout of dark humor. then we switch to…. Fern……. finally free of his shell but a mere ghost of what he was…. his look of pure rage as he gets picked up by who we believe could be a scholar of Golb…. uncle fucking gumbald. 

What a DEVASTATING finale,  and what a fantastic setup for the final arc of Adventure Time!

a comment i had to make about the last few eps is: it’s suspicious that we didnt get a followup for PB after Elements. but even though Peebles wasn’t in these eps, she didn’t feel absent either. especially with Marceline’s story in Ketchup, Fern’s remembering what he did in Whispers, and literally everything in the last 3 minutes of Three Buckets, i feel that there’s something big building up for her. we’ve yet to see the consequences Elements had on PB who was out of everyonne the most dangerous elemental, the one who took her powers to the furthest extreme. considering what happened in Jelly Beans Have Power, iiiii expect this followup to be soon. maybe it’ll be big? maybe it’ll be quiet. either way i look forward. and if i’m disappointed? well it’s happened before.

altogether season 8 is my favourite in the show for obvious reasons. i dont think season 9 has the possibility of topping it but i really cant wait to see what we get next either way, just in case it manages to be even better.  

no matter how adventure time ends, though, i think it’s going to hold a place in my heart for a long time.

MTVS Epic Rewatch #171


BTVS 6x18 Entropy

Stray thoughts


2)   Don’t you just love it when your OTP do stuff together?


BUFFY: I am not telling my friends about us.
SPIKE: Right, I’ll just be dropping him down to you then.
BUFFY: You wanna tell them so badly? Go ahead. You know why? I tried to kill my friends, my sister, last week… and guess how much they hate me. Zero. Zero much. So I’m thinking, sleeping with you? They’ll deal.

And yet, she wouldn’t come clean… I don’t think she was afraid they’d hate her. I think she feared they’d shame her and judge her, much like Xander did by the end of the episode. And at the same time, I think in a way Buffy wanted Spike to be her thing, even if they weren’t really together and they weren’t having sex anymore.

4) I love this vamp’s WTF reaction so much!

SPIKE: In that case, why won’t you sleep with me again?

5)   I thought country was the music of pain, Xander.

Also, what’s up with that pinky? You’re drinking beer, dude, it’s not the 5 o’clock tea with Cheryl and the gals at the country club.

6)   It’s really cute to watch Willow and Tara be all flirty and cute like in the beginning.

WILLOW: We should have some coffee some time. Uh, maybe some day… this week after class?
TARA:  I’m free tomorrow.
WILLOW: Uh, you could, you could bring your friend.
TARA: I wasn’t gonna - I mean, if you have a friend-
WILLOW: No!  I’m, oh, I-I’m friendless.
TARA: Yeah, yeah, no friends. I mean, I have friends-
WILLOW: Right, many dear friends, yeah.

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4:20: *rips out heart* *stomps on it*

Just like in 4.19, Dean’s first instinct after discovering Cas has left Jimmy is to protect the human, return him to his family, get him back to his “normal life.” And just like in 4.19, there’s no more normal for Jimmy to ever go home to.

SAM : Dean, back there, that was angel-on-angel violence. Now, I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s big. And we can’t just let the only lead we got just skip out.
DEAN shakes his head.
SAM : What?
DEAN : You remember when our job was helping people? Like, getting them back to their families?
SAM : You think I don’t want to help him? I’m just being realistic. I mean, hell, we’re doing him a favor.
DEAN : How?
SAM : Dean, if we want to question the guy, you can damn well bet the demons do, too.

And there’s the rub, because of course the demons want to talk to him.

Meanwhile, we see just how compromised Sam is, fully addicted to demon blood, but Ruby’s not answering. In his desperation, he’s distracted enough for Jimmy to escape.

Anna pops in while they’re driving to find Jimmy… Dean feels obligated to say something because of their previous “relationship,” and it falls so flat on both sides. How awkward is it to have to work with your “last night on earth” one night stand? :P But she also notices the difference in Sam, which he also awkwardly tries to brush off (not a haircut, demon blood).

ANNA : It’s Cas. He got sent back home. Well, more like dragged back.
DEAN : To heaven? That’s not a good thing?
ANNA : No. That’s a very bad thing. Painfully, awfully bad. He must have seriously pissed someone off. 

All the while, we’re seeing Jimmy’s relationship with Amelia falling apart, because she believes he’s delusional about talking to an angel. She was on the verge of leaving him because he’d refused treatment, and that’s what drove Jimmy to say yes to Cas in the first place, along with the promise to keep his family safe.

And they would’ve stayed safe if only Jimmy hadn’t returned to them. He tries to put it all behind him, lying to Amelia about the entire last year, telling her he’d been in a psych hospital. Because he really thought he could just walk away from “the life.” But like it always does, it eventually catches up with him. Like it did for Dean at Lisa’s, like it did for Sam at Stanford, and at Amelia’s in s8. Like Mary tried to do when she married John. There’s no way to protect your family if you’re lying to them, because the truth will always catch up with you.

The demons inevitably show up, but Amelia is in no way prepared to deal with them, and just thinks Jimmy’s gone off the rails again.

She catches him beating their friend, trying to lock them in a closet behind a salt line, but Amelia doesn’t believe her until she sees the demon’s eyes, and by then it’s too late. Sam and Dean show up just in time to save them all.

(but also Sam’s powers are on the fritz, because he’s run out of Ruby’s blood to power him up with… and Dean notices…

DEAN : Well, you can call it whatever you want. Point is, you used to be strong enough to kill Alastair. Now you can’t even kill a stunt-demon number three? SAM : What do you want me to say about it, Dean?
DEAN : Well for starters, what’s going on with your mojo? I mean, it’s yo-yoing all over the place. I’m not trying to pick a fight here, okay? I just – you’re scaring me, man. )

They have to have the Big Reality Talk about the true gravity of Jimmy’s situation, that he can never go home without putting himself and his family in danger.

JIMMY : How long? And don’t give me that “cross that bridge when we get to it” crap.
SAM : Don’t you get it? Forever. The demons will never stop. You can never be with your family. So you either get as far away from them as possible or you put a bullet in your head. And that’s how you keep your family safe. But there’s no getting out and there’s no going home.
DEAN : Well, don’t sugarcoat it, Sam.

(gee, Sam, you were even nicer to Ghoul!Adam than this… guess you’re jonesing for the demon blood? is that putting you on edge or something?)

So Jimmy tells Amelia the same “cross that bridge when we get to it” story and sends her and Claire away for their own safety, but of course it’s already too late. Amelia’s been possessed and she has Claire.

But Cas hasn’t abandoned them. Jimmy begs for Cas to take him, to trade himself for Claire. But the Cas that comes back is different– he’s been tortured back into obedience to Heaven:

DEAN : Cas, hold up. What were you gonna tell me?
CASTIEL: I learned my lesson while I was away, Dean. I serve heaven, I don’t serve man, and I certainly don’t serve you. 

Oh, right! The opening scene, the whole point of why Dean had been trying to get in touch with Cas in the first place… Important Information. But suddenly the Cas who doubted his mission in 4.07, doubted where his orders were coming from in 4.16, and who understood the angels’ true mission was to watch over and protect humanity is gone, replaced by the obedient soldier that Heaven wanted him to be.

*resumes stomping on my heart*

Dean had just begun to truly trust in Cas in 4.18, and now that trust is shattered. Just like his trust in Sam. Because Dean and Cas both finally understand where Sam’s powers are coming from when they watch in horror as he drinks a demon’s blood. It’s like Dean lost both of them in the span of five minutes there.

Not because of the demon blood, but because of the lies.

Saving Ace


“You’ll understand when you have kids.”

Sure I will mom, sure. I’ve told you at least three times that I’m A - spec. I even have made it clear I hate kids and if I ever do marry someone it’ll probably be a girl. But no. I guess that explaining that to many times after getting tired of hearing that phrase go me here, I swear those words are gonna be the death of me. ‘When you have kids.’When you get married.’ So on and so forth.

Those are the moments that accumulated to get me here. Orientation Alteration Talk Center of  Peterborough. Some dumbass, straight as a log, white, uber - Christian, low - key Neo - Nazi’s idea of a more alluring name for not - straight - enough - to - be - straight - not - gay - enough - to - be - gay - just - abnormal - enough - to - need - conversion conversion therapy.

So far I’ve spent ten Saturday afternoons that could could have been spent wasting my time on Netflix in the room with father Freddy. On a boring grey couch in a boring grey room in a boring grey building just like all the others. Everyone here is grey, at least everyone I know. I seem to be the only rainbow in this fucking town. I’ve never seen anyone in the waiting room of this place. Maybe they schedule it to avoid shame for the ‘patients’. The shelves on the wall are full of biblical texts, their spines threaded with gold and the ‘therapist’ wears a dog collar.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“Because my mom said that she would turn off the wifi until next week if I kept yelling.”

“No. You are here because as I said last week and the one before that, you are biologically abnormal and a sinner.”

“I don’t know why my parents bring me here though. They are both atheists.”

“It is because normal humans with lives want love. Normal humans want sex. Normal people are not gay. They are not asexual. They are not aromantic. In the next year we will make you normal. You have a terrible malformation of the thoughts and will be cured”

I never speak more than a couple times normally. I let him talk and look as bored as possible to ignore the anger. But this time something broke. I couldn’t sit silently anymore absorbing these horrible things. somewhere someone outside of this damn town there were people like me. Kind people, smart people, caring people, maybe even people who did love someone. So I stood up and screamed at a fat middle - aged acephobic God - botherer.


And I left. I ran out and slammed the door so hard the floor shook. Luckily my mom was in the parking lot already. I guess it was almost the end of the session. Sometimes I spaced out so hard that I missed most of it. I slowed down my steps so she wouldn’t me speeding away like a startled cat. She was on her phone. I knocked on the window and open the door when the lock clicked open and she looked at me and smiled, so fucking perfect.


“Hey, how was talk center?”

She says it every time, sweetly, like she isn’t sending me to conversion therapy, as if not calling it therapy would disassociate it with therapy in my ‘malformed’ mind. As though she weren’t sending her only child to be changed because I didn’t ‘come out right’, as though I was exactly what she wanted, as though she thought it was normal therapy and wasn’t aware that it  was where she would send an ace child if she wanted grandkids. She wants me too live a ‘perfect’ life. Yeah, you know the one. Loudest proudest PTA mom with two perfect kids and a doctor on my arm. A male doctor. The thing they don’t say about the perfect life is that those mom’s 'perfect’ kids are stressed depressed and identifies as at least a couple Tumblr sexualities. And if not that they have some deep secret that they were told to keep by a childhood babysitter


“Do you have any homework?”

“It’s the Summer before high school, there isn’t any homework.”

“Just wondering.”

I picked up the book I had left in the car when I went inside. A Harry Potter, I haven’t reread them in a long time. Sometimes I feel like I need my nerd card revoked for violating nerd law and not reading one each day.

“When we get home I’m going to shower.”


I lean against the door and pretend to read, I sometimes get bored with Ron and Hermione’s constant arguing. If I wasn’t already going to hell now I am. But of course I am an abnormal homosexual who was already going to hell. Maybe there’s a double hell. Whatever that means.

In the shower I hugged my knees to my chest and looked at my nails while some overrated popular song that I didn’t know the name for ran through my head. The chipped black polish shimmered with tiny water droplets, growing into bigger stars on their individual tiny skies before growing to heavy and falling in line with the rest of the water. It slid down me growing colder as it got farther down my body, turning my blonde hair brown and steaming up the windows and mirrors.

Even with the lights on my bathroom is cold and grey. It’s almost like a hospital. A hospital for people who are stuck in the middle. Too gay to be straight and too straight to be gay. Too sexual and romantic to feel like a validated A - spec and yet not sexual or romantic enough to be ‘normal’. Too depressed to be happy but not depressed enough to have a problem. Too many panic attacks to not have anxiety and yet not enough too complain. Too scared to seem like an attention seeker and yet still craving attention. Not good enough at anything to be something.

When I thought I’d spent too long in the shower I got out. I tried to wrap myself in a towel before I froze. We’re having dinner at home so I can put on my pajamas now. A onesie that’s a size too big and still the arms are so short that within five minutes they will ride up past my elbows. I opened my computer and went straight to Netflix, I had started rewatching Call the Midwife and was prepared to continue. I also grabbed all the makings of a celtic knot. My Sharpie™ pen, a graph paper notebook and a ruler. My favourite one silver, stainless steel, it’s the best because it can’t get dents in the side like other straight edges. And I worked, mindlessly following the motions I changed the angle of the ruler and drew a line. Angle. Line. Angle. Line. Angle. Line. I usually scratch my arms once or twice as I work and this time was no different. Until I did it again.

That time I picked the ruler up off the paper and walked into the bathroom. I made sure the door was closed and scratched again. It isn’t sharp enough to draw blood I thought. Scratch. No one will notice, they never do. Scratch. What the hell am I doing? Scratch. Why won’t I stop? Scratch. Why does it feel good? Scratch.

I watched myself do it in the mirror. I watched the tears burn down my face. When I had stopped I’d drawn no blood, simply scratched. I wasn’t even good at hurting myself. I pulled myself up and washed my face. My wrist stung and I hated how much I loved it. A dinner my parents didn’t notice. I did it again the next day it was Sunday. I helped out at Girl Scout camp the day after. My best friend didn’t notice.

Unrelated Conversations of a Domestic Nature

Title: Unrelated Conversations of a Domestic Nature
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Five unremarkable conversations that take place in the daily lives of Dan and Phil. 

Working Out

“What if I got a personal trainer?” Dan asks.

He’s sprawled out on the couch in a t-shirt and boxers, laptop on his stomach and legs over Phil’s lap. Phil’s laptop is across his shins, the discomfort of the metal surface offset by how pleasantly warming it is to his skin.

Phil gives him the saddest sad-Voldemort pout. “Don’t.”

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MTVS Epic Rewatch #143

BTVS 5x20 Spiral

Stray thoughts

1) This is a very action-packed episode that raises the stakes as we approach the season finale. And it simpy doesn’t let you catch your breath. Just when things seem to settle down a bit, it all gets even worse. Until it’s the worsest. 

2) The episode picks up right where Tough Love left things off, and it’s all very nail-biting. Glory has finally found Dawn/the Key, and Buffy is trying to get her to safety. But there’s this sense of impending doom, you can feel Buffy is not going to be able to protect Dawn and that Glory might be after all the one Big Bad who gets away with bringing about the apocalypse. That “I don’t think they’re gonna make it” feeling stays with you for the rest of the episode, even if in the back of your mind you’re still thinking “but she’s the hero, she’ll make it, she can’t lose, it’s her fucking show”. And then… well, I’ll get to that later. Anyway, the teaser works very well in setting the mood for the rest of the episode. And it gives us the original Regina George moment.

3) See? Buffy’s depression was already there, it’s not a season 6 thing (although that’s when it was explored in depth.) And probably my last words on my deathbed will be: “BUFFY’S DEPRESSION WAS ONE OF THE BEST WRITTEN ARCS IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION.”

Anyway, you can see how she’s beginning to crack (there are other conversations throughout the episode that hint at her giving up.) so it’s really no surprise she reaches her breaking-point when Dawn is taken away.

BUFFY: We can’t fight her.
GILES: W-well not yet, no, but-
BUFFY: No, not ever. She’s too strong, Giles. We’re not gonna win this with, with stakes, or spells, or pulling out some uranium power core. She’s a god and she’s coming for us. So let’s just not be here when she starts knocking.
ANYA: Run away? Finally, a sensible plan.

XANDER: That’s not what she meant.  Is it?
BUFFY: Well, we can’t stay here! She’ll just kill us off one by one until there’s no one left standing between her and Dawn.
GILES: Buffy, we all understand the severity of the situation, but there must be another way.
BUFFY: No. We stay, we die. Show of hands for that option.

Giles is particularly shocked at Buffy’s stance. It’s the first time running away from a Big Bad has been not only an option but the only option in her eyes. It’s the first time she hasn’t delivered the classic “We’ll figure it out, we’ll win” Buffy speech. And it’s not just that. So far, she’d been really careful to discuss the kind of danger they were truly in in front of Dawn. But she’s fucking scared, and she just can’t keep up the “everything will be okay” facade anymore. She’s brutally honest. And yeah, if Buffy is scared, there’s a good reason to be scared. 

4) Anya’s piano plan reminds me of Cordy’s ebola plan in Graduation Day. Also, I’m always here for sassy!Giles.

ANYA: Piano! We should drop a piano on her. Well, it always works for that creepy cartoon rabbit when he’s running from that nice man with the speech impediment.

GILES: Yes, or perhaps we could paint a convincing tunnel on the side of a mountain. Let’s just keep thinking, everyone.

5) Crack ship: Ben and this minion…

6) Same, Anya. SAME.

ANYA: Anybody else feel that?
ANYA: Cold draft of paralyzing fear.

7) FAVE.

8) I always find it really sweet how Spike goes out of his way to reassure both Willow and Tara in this scene.

WILLOW: Tara, no! What did I tell you? Shh. I’m sorry. She, she didn’t mean to. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. 

DAWN: We know.
SPIKE: No biggie. Look, the skin’s already stopped smoking. You go ahead and play … peek-a-boo with Mister Sunshine all you like. It keeps the ride from getting boring.

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Star Wars and Study Dates

for @starbxrn​ for @tfcsecretsanta​ gift exchange
Pairing: Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten
Summary: Andrew just wants to spend some time with his not-boyfriend, but Neil has homework to finish. Once his work is done, they can finish their movie marathon - or maybe not.
Notes: There’s no real plot to this, but it is a fluffy neighbor au with punk!Andrew. I hope you like it.

On Ao3 here

Neil sat at his desk, working through some math problems for his calc class on Monday, when he heard a few soft taps on his bedroom window. He looked up to see his blonde neighbor and not-boyfriend, Andrew Doe Walker, impatiently waiting outside the window.

Sighing, Neil got up from his work and went to unlock and open the window for Andrew. Neil then returned back to his desk as he watched Andrew climb inside.

“Took you long enough. It’s fucking freezing out here,” Andrew complained, leaning against the window sill.

Neil rolled his eyes. “You didn’t have to come in through the window. You could have come in through the front door like a normal human being. It would have probably been faster.”

“Mommy Dearest doesn’t like me, remember?” Andrew taunted, knowing how much Neil cared about his mother. He fished out a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his leather jacket. He lit up one of the cigarettes out of the pocket of his leather jacket. He lit up one of the cigarettes and took a long drag, not caring that he was smoking inside someone else’s house. “She thinks I’m a bad influence or some shit. I wonder where she got an idea like that.”

Neil thought about his mother. She was one of the strongest people he ever known. He admired the strength it took for her to walk out on his abusive father almost ten years ago. He didn’t understand the magnitude of her actions at the time because he was only six years old at the time, but as a seventeen year old now, he could appreciate what she did both for herself and for him.

Unfortunately, leaving Neil’s father left Mary paranoid that Nathan would show up and drag them back to Baltimore with him. That’s why this was their seventh new home in the past year alone. Mary didn’t trust staying in one place for too long, and she certainly didn’t trust outsiders.

“Don’t take it personally,” Neil comforted. “She doesn’t really like anyone.”

Andrew took another long drag on his cigarette. “Why would I start caring about what people think of me now?”

The two bys sat in a comfortable silence as Andrew finished up his cigarette. He stubbed it out in the ashtray that Neil kept on his desk just for Andrew before lighting up another cigarette to smoke.

Neil was thankful that his mother had went out for the evening. He knew her rules about having people, especially Andrew, over at the house was strictly forbidden. She thought that Andrew was dangerous punk and a bad influence. Neil would have to empty the ashtray, removing any evidence that Andrew had ever been over that night. He hoped that the smell of cigarette smoke would dissipate before his mother returned home that night. But for now, he was grateful to have Andrew there with him.

From the seat at his desk, Neil watched Andrew smoke in the window sill. He stared as though he was trying to commit the blonde to hid memory – from the fading blue tips in his hair from the time he let his adopted sister, Renee, dye his hair to his ripped, black skinny jeans and scuffed up combat boots.

Neil loved the way the light gleamed off of Andrew’s lip ring, but he liked the way it felt against his lips more whenever they kissed.

Andrew noticed Neil staring. He locked eyes with him and smirked when he saw Neil steal a quick glance at his lips again. “Yes or no?”

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A quick reflection on the Durin family, or rather lack of one.

So a year after Battle of the Five Armies came out, I thought I’d try and rewatch it again, just to see if I couldn’t get a different perspective of it (and try to actually like it, but *sigh* I can’t, sorry). A lot of people have commented on how there’s a lot of ripoff from Lord of the Rings in the Hobbit trilogy, and while I certainly won’t deny it, one of the ripoffs I noticed was this one:

Please tell me I’m not the only person to have noticed this?

While I think that Thorin isn’t as much of a douche as movie!Denethor (who isn’t really like that in the book), I couldn’t help but still feel the same way about him when it came to family: sorry Thorin, but blatant obvious favouritism is obvious :p.

It was probably not intentional from the writers behind the production, but after watching Battle of the Five Armies, it was the immediate link I made between the two families. Where Denethor only seems to be aware that he only has one son, Boromir, well Thorin is only aware of his one nephew, Kili. Faramir and Fili, I felt, were completely isolated within their own families.

Well not Faramir, not entirely, the one flashback scene in the Two Towers EE (it was the Two Towers, right?) between him and Boromir was enough to establish a strong bond as brothers, you got the idea that Boromir cared for Faramir and that the brotherly love was returned.

Boromir also stood up to Denethor belittling Faramir and his contribution because he cared about his sibling, and I think it was also a good way for the audience to care about Faramir too. I think a lot of cinema-goers got attached to Boromir, they liked him and while he wasn’t always in the right, seeing him die was sad, so getting to see him again (even if it was in a flashback) and getting invested in his brother, I think it made the audience care about Faramir too even if we didn’t get to see that much of him before The Return of the King.

Plus, the parental love Faramir was withheld in the movie (and probably, going by movie!verse, withheld while he grew up too), was sort of made up for with him finding Eowyn. It’s not the same love as the love of a brother or a father, but Faramir is still on the receiving end of some kind of love, he knows that at least one person he cares about cares for him in return.

Fili and Kili….. Yeah, as soon as they enter Mirkwood, I’m sorry, but they’re not brothers anymore. Fili becomes “the responsible big brother whose only role is to support the hot male love interest” (I noticed that most of his lines are something including “Kili” in them, actually), they don’t interact, they barely talk to each other, and the “caring for my brother” only goes one way, Kili never gives back in return, and I felt the movies really shot themselves in the foot with that. By privileging a silly love story (well not love, really, “I could have anything down my trousers” is definitely not a line to begin a love story, it’s uncomfortable and I feel it’s downright insulting towards the love interest), the movie passed on the bond that could have been established between Kili and Fili, and which could have made their deaths a lot more emotional than what we got. Seriously, is there any other reason for the Durins to die separately than proving that Tauriel and Kili were really truly in love? (Because I’m still hell-bent on blaming the pseudo-love story as the reason why Thorin, Kili and Fili didn’t die together, like they should have).

Although thinking about it, while I have my guess that the love story was deemed more important than family love was because it would give more Kili and more Kili meant more money because Kili was the good looking dwarf that was there to reel in the twelve year-olds, I think maybe the original plot for the Durin family might also have been cancelled right from the start when Thorin/Fili/Kili didn’t have good chemistry when Rob Kazinsky was still set to play Fili (there’s a set of pictures from the make-up test of the three of them together I think, and those three definitely do not look like a happy family). But then again, Rob Kazinsky was only there at the very beginning, he left quite quickly, from what I’ve gathered, so was the Durin family dynamic deemed useless from that early on?

Yeah, this certainly doesn’t scream close family to me, whether it’s Thorin/Fili, Thorin/Kili (albeit a Armitage and Turner are slightly closer to eachother in a later frame, as they both leave to the right, whereas Kazinsky leaves to the left…) or Fili/Kili. Was this what might have put the studio off delving into family dynamics? If so, it’s a real shame that they didn’t pick it back up after Dean O'Gorman joined the cast. They had time for Alfrid, Tauriel, Legolas and the Dol Guldur sequences but not enough time to spare a few scenes to establish family rleationships? :( (And not just the Durins, it would have been nice to see into the Nori/Dori/Ori family too, as well as the other dwarves).

Regarding the Durins though, not only did they sacrifice the brotherly bond, but also the uncle/nephew bond too. In Lord of the Rings, we got to see that Denethor is proud of Boromir, we got to see him actually feel something for his kin, we even saw him sort of “repent” for the love he withheld from Faramir when he realizes he’s not dead when he tries to burn him. It might only last a few seconds, and while it certainly doesn’t show a deep bond between them or make up for how Denethor treated Faramir, the fact that he realizes his mistake and feels something a little deep for Faramir shows the audience that he didn’t completely ignore him.

In the Hobbit movies, Thorin is clearly shown to be overprotective of Kili:

And while they didn’t share that much dialogue together, I got that he really cared for him (makes me wonder why they chose to not have Thorin know about his death in Battle of the Five Armies too…), but he couldn’t give a damn about Fili, and it goes to a point where I think Thorin isn’t even aware that he exists sometimes.

I think that, had the movie spared a scene or two to have Thorin care about him, his death would have been more poignant too. I don’t hate Fili’s death, I rather like the idea behind it, but the fact that it’s completely useless is my problem with it: Thorin went up to Ravenhill precisely to kill Azog and take revenge on him for killing Thror and take out the brains behind the orc army, so whether Azog killed another person or not, it wasn’t what would urge Thorin into fighting him seen as how he’d already lost a loved one to him. And I’m not even mentioning how Fili’s left for the crows after the battle, I’d been hoping we might see Dwalin pick up his body in the extended edition, but apparently Dwalin went to try and save Thorin (?). I think Armitage did the best with what he was given for the scene in itself, but because the relationship wasn’t there beforehand, Fili’s death was a cheap excuse for shock factor and was comepletely useless.

The thing is, where Faramir at least had Eowyn’s love to make up for the lack of love he received (Boromir loved him too, it’s obvious, but he’s dead by the time we’re introduced to Faramir), Fili had nobody.

Kili, I was okay with in An Unexpected Journey. I’m not a fan of the “brash and reckless teenage boys” trope that the girls seem to fawn over, and his personality made me a little uncomfortable, but I could still deal with it. But when Desolation of Smaug came out, I definitely didn’t like him anymore, as he was reduced to the good loking male from the love triangle, and the writers tried to give him more screen time to reel the girls in by giving him his own independent plot from his family. I get that Thorin needed his own plot as he’s the main character (with Bilbo), but Kili didn’t. His plot should have revolved around his family, his brother and the company, not some far-fetched unbelievable and bland romance, and because of the Kili/Tauriel plot, I think Kili’s character really suffered. And unfortunately, by Battle of the Five Armies, I felt he was very unsympathetic (to Fili whom he literally pushes away from helping him and even to Tauriel, whom he makes uncomfortable when he simpers on the side of the lake with her):

And he definitely didn’t care about his family. Sure, he got the “shout at Thorin” scene, but I really didn’t get any family vibe off that (and he certainly doesn’t think of going back to Thorin once after Fili’s death), it could have been any dwarf really, it was only Kili because he was merchandisable.

I’m sure Kili and Fili could have had a bond like Boromir and Faramir (which, again, established the two as better brothers in one scene than Kili and Fili in three movies), it’s just such a pity the writers deemed familial love between them (and Thorin) not as worthy as uninspired romance, especially when you consider it could have given us much better death scenes, had they just stuck to the book for once. :(

got a little competition now (1/1)

Show: Once Upon A Time
Characters: Emma Swan, Killian Jones, Background Chars
Ship: Captain Swan
Words: 2152
Notes: so i missed cs au week day one, but i needed to write something to get myself out of that slump. this block is killing me. anyway, this fits with the day one theme and i hope it’s okay if i tag it as such?? it’s a brooklyn nine-nine au because i’ve been rewatching and it still owns MY ASS. ahem. anyway thanks to @bluestoplights​ for encouraging me through my slump and proofing this for me, you’re a real trooper!! <33

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Emma resists the temptation to bash her head - or, more temptingly, the man across from her’s - repeatedly against the metal table of the interrogation room. He’s being particularly coy, all smirks and lofty words, as if she hadn’t just caught him with a metric shit ton of cocaine. It’s her fault, really, she knows her exhaustion and frustration is radiating off of her in waves. It’s easy for him to read that this is important for her. She resists the urge to check the time.

“Listen,” she sighs, sure she’s repeating herself even as she says the words. “The sooner you give me your supplier, the easier this all gets for you.”

“You mean for you,” he smirks. Emma resists the urge to growl at him, her fingers twitching where the rest against the cool metal. He leans forward, steepling his slim fingers under his sharp chin, and Emma can tell she’s being mocked before he opens his smarmy, british mouth. “Listen, lass, I don’t know what you’re talking about, alright? Those drugs aren’t even mine, someone must’ve slipped ‘em in me bag on the bus. Public transport, you know.”

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Bad Romance

What follows is a comparison of story decisions made in the original anime in the Nephrite arc with those made by Crystal in part of its Dark Kingdom arc. It will be critical of Crystal. If that’s not something you’re interested in reading, I completely respect that. Please scroll past this post. The tag I use for any less than positive discussion of Crystal (of which there is little since I stopped watching the show, but I’ll still bring it up when I feel I have something to say such as now) is #jet wolf versus crystal. Feel free to add that tag to your filters to block my content along these lines.

It’s been a while since I watched this arc, and when I did, it was really quite cursory, especially as compared to the detail level that would wind up being my default. So it’s interesting to see it now, turning it over and examining it, with some other context behind me. Nearly all the rest of the series, for one. Crystal for another.

As I watch this unfold, I keep finding myself drawing parallels between Naru’s reaction to Nephrite and Crystal Usagi’s reaction to Evil Mamoru. As I’ve said, I’ve not yet read the manga, so I don’t know how it plays out in that version. More importantly, I don’t know if that storyline would’ve even started yet in the manga to have had impact on the Naru/Nephrite storyline in the anime. It’s a chicken and the egg situation, I don’t know which came first. But I do think it’s extremely likely that one influenced the other.

I haven’t rewatched Episode 24 of the original anime so I can’t say yet if I think it will ultimately give the cautionary tale payoff that I’m wanting. Still, even through to Episode 23, I can say that it’s not afraid to at least be critical of the situation it’s portraying, perhaps feeling more freedom to do so given that one half of the characters involved is without question a villain rather than a brainwashed hero. Whatever the underlying reason(s), I think it’s at least interesting to consider the parallels between the two and how the narrative frames what are, essentially, the same ideas to create two very different supported viewpoints.

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Arrow Summer Rewatch Fic: The Wrong Woman

Title: The Wrong Woman

Author: jedichick04

Rating: T

Summary:  She was a part of Oliver’s plan. She was the Trojan horse. And she knew in her heart, no matter the nature of Oliver’s true feelings for her, he would always come for her. Missing moments from 2x23.

A/N: Written for the Arrow Summer Rewatch Week Twelve challenge to write a missing moment from 2x23. Thank you to nikkibeckettcsm and mrsd923 for the inspiration!

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Felicity was proud of her work as Oliver’s executive assistant. She’d honestly done more of the CEO’s job than Oliver had, in the end. But right now there was one thing from her time as EA she was regretting: killing the damn coffee machine. Because honestly, right now she would give anything for a hot cup of coffee. Her whole body ached from the car accident earlier. Her head was painfully throbbing periodically in a way that left her convinced she had a concussion. She honestly couldn’t remember how long it had been since she slept. And odds were very high it would be a while before she’d get a chance to sleep, what with the raving madman and his army of indestructible convicts running around Starling.

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Okay, so, for this fic I did something new that I’ve never done before… I co-wrote this with Megan (@stolenkissesprettyliies) last night and so yeah. This is a new thing that’s going down…

“No,” Taylor said, pointing at the screen in front of her. “I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all. We’ve gotta reshoot that tonight. I don’t like the camera angle on it. Can we set up the cameras here and here tonight to, hopefully, get a better shot? It’s gonna be our last chance to nail this down for the Tour DVD.”

She could hear the shuffling of papers around her as the meeting came to a close, the faint murmurs of “yeah”, “sure,” “of course,” and the nodding of heads as they packed up to leave for the day. It was only nine in the morning and there was still eleven hours until show time, but there was so much left to do. Soundcheck wasn’t going to be enough. Judging by the choreography for “How You Get The Girl” she’d just seen, they needed to squeeze in a dance rehearsal or two before the show to make sure that everything was perfect.

Digging around in her bag for her phone, she stole a glance at her mother, who was standing up and straightening out her skirt. Truthfully, Taylor was exhausted. With all the different timezones she’d encountered in the past month, her body had never truly been able to adjust and catch up, and there wasn’t any time for that. There were things she needed to get done.

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let’s talk about felicity in 4x06

so, felicity starts the dinner scene completely closed off. her arms are crossed, her very rare frown has shown up, and, throughout the scene, she hides behind a curtain of her hair multiple times. oliver says she’s “shutting him out” and she says he’s not, but she so, so obviously is.

still, her arms are crossed towards oliver, she’s also turned towards him, and i’d bet anything that if you looked at the way her feet are pointed under the table they’d be pointing to him.

why is this important? you may ask. glad i can help explain things

felicity’s body language in this scene is so telling of her actual inner struggle in the moment. every part of her is aching to be with him, to continue in this thing they’ve been doing for six months, but she’s physically holding herself back.

you can see it even in her eye contact, how she refuses to look at him until he forces her to confront the problem. she looks away when she says “what’s happening to ray” because she can’t let him see that the entire reason that it’s her fault has everything to do with him. her you’s throughout the argument seem accusative because they are. she’s trying desperately to cling to facts in the midst of all these feelings, and, to felicity at least, it’s a fact that the men in her life who she loves are just going to leave her. it’s easier for her to blame him, because it means that she hasn’t become the one thing she’s feared most becoming in all of this, and that’s her mother.

now i know, i know, you’re all up in arms about me accusing donna, but i’m not saying donna did anything wrong. donna states in this episode that she “put everything into [felicity’s father]; [her] love, [her] trust, [her] twenties…” and that is exactly what felicity’s been trying to avoid all this time.

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