one of the reasons mental illness sucks so fucking much is because people around you can literally tell you again and again that they love you, that they think you’re cool and funny, that they support you in every way, that you’re talented or intelligent, and no matter how many times they say it you’ll always cringe and shake your head and say “no, no i’m not, really” but the SECOND someone says one bad thing about you, even just once. You believe it completely.
I’m sorry (not sorry) but Mary’s facial expressions in this little clip freaked me out
She’s hardly even pretending anymore. I can see the assassin clearly, she’s hardly holding up the act, she doesn’t care anymore. That first gif is like ‘come on now, Sherlock, say what you’re supposed to say.’ - there’s a challenge there. There’s NO reason for her face to change like that. When she was first introduced, she beamed whenever she smiled. Now, she does…that. The ‘I’m taking something away from you and I’m happy about it’ smile. The ‘I’m planning and I’m always 5 steps ahead of you, you should be terrified’ smile. Whatever that is.
And the way she patronizes John, it’s like she’s talking to the freaking baby.
“Look, if I make you
breakfast in bed, a simple ‘Thank You’ will suffice. None of this ‘How did you
get in my house’ business,” the young girl huffed, one hand on her hip as she
balanced a covered tray in the other. “So rude.”
whimpered, pulling his blankets even higher to cover himself from her gaze. “What
are you doing here!?”
He immediately regretted
his question at the feral grin that split the reporter’s lips. He squeaked in
horror when she abruptly jumped into the bed next to him, still balancing the
tray of food with seemingly little effort. Leaning into his personal bubble
with little care for how he tried to back away, Alya’s next words did little to
calm the racing of his pulse.
“I’m here because I’ve
run out of patience, Agreste.”
“That’s right,” she
nodded, crawling forward so that she was now looming over his hunched form. “I
can’t stand it anymore. It’s been two years. I think I’ve waited long enough
for you to open you eyes…”
Adrien took a deep
breath as she sat back finally, a maniacal twinkle in her eyes–
if season 4′s main character is even, i hope the story isn’t about evak. i hope their relationship grows and develops and is tested but isn’t the focus. i hope the focus is about even as a person with his own problems and inner demons. i hope that he gets to grow as much as isak did this season, not necessarily from drama in their relationship, but from having more experiences and struggles he has to overcome himself, with isak on (and by) his side.
hey to any of you who don’t have a stable/safe environment to be in over the holidays, or family or friends to support you, or if you’re otherwise lonely/sad/struggling, I just wanna say I’m thinking about you and rooting for you
you deserve happiness and love so
here’s hoping the new year will be better and kinder to you <3
Me: I love how soft Malec is. How every touch is significant, every look says more than a hundred cliche speeches ever could. How they perfectly encapsulate the feeling of falling in love for the first time, where the butterflies in your stomach have machine guns and a single word can make you feel like you can fly.
Also Me: I don’t understand why they’re not making out every time they’re alone. You’re trying to tell me that a man who waited a century to find love again and one who finally accepted that it was okay to love whoever the hell he wanted aren’t going to be all over each other every chance they get? Warlocks I can buy, same with half-angel demon hunters, but this is trying my suspension of disbelief.
There were unexpected moments. These lightning strikes made of sudden calmness and tenderness, of electricity and love, when she would realize again and again just how much the rogue had stolen her heart (and stayed).
iris was gone, shipped off to idris after a fire message explaining her crimes. now magnus just had to find a way to help a small, scared girl understand what she just saw.
oh, how he wished alec was there. alec, having a much younger brother, was better with small children than magnus was. older children and teenagers, he could deal with. but anything younger than clary had been when he met her, he was at a loss.
he crouched down in front of her and she backed away. “hey, i’m not going to hurt you, i promise.” he held out his hand but dropped it when she recoiled further. “i’m magnus. can you tell me your name?”
she shook her head and when the side of her neck was exposed to him, magnus saw her warlock mark and got an idea.
“i like your gills.”
the little girl searched his face, then said in a voice so small magnus had to strain to hear it, “i like your eyes.” magnus smiled at her and she gave a tiny one back. then she said, “what did you do with nana?”
“um.” this was the hard part. how could you tell a little girl that the woman who raised her was an evil mastermind?
“nana’s a bad lady, isn’t she?”
“why would you say that?”
“because she hurt the nice man who was looking for his friend.”
“yes, your nana was a very bad lady. but you’re safe now, okay?” she nodded, which magnus took as a good sign, even if she was still a little hesitant. “good. now, do you think you can tell me your name?”
a long pause. then, “madzie.”
“that’s a very pretty name.” this time her smile was wider. “listen, madzie, i’m-”
“magnus.” magnus turned and stood at the sound of alec’s voice. “are you okay?”
“perfectly. honestly, alexander, you underestimate me. but…” he stepped aside to reveal madzie. “there’s someone i want you to meet.”
alec smiled and magnus’s heart melted - he loved alec’s smile because it was something that not everyone got to see. “we’ve met, actually.” he stepped closer and got down on madzie’s level.
I won’t pretend that I don’t want Bellarke romantically but if we just get a season of them saving the world while having no concept of personal space and Bellamy calling Clarke ‘Princess’, I will feel so blessed