Uh, Lucy deactivated her account. I’m not sure why, but it just shows she did???? So uh. No idea what happened to her. She didn’t tell me but uh. That’s a thing now.
Guess it’s just me until Lucy gets back to me???
Sorry I’ve been gone a lot for long periods of time. It’s been a rough few months. This blog isn’t dead, but it’s gonna be harder for me to keep up.
You might know this if you follow my other blogs but I have DID and I haven’t been fronting as much lately. When I am, I try to do too priorities first. I’m sorry if this means less posts but this blog isn’t dead. I just gotta take care of myself too.
Thank you so much for following this silly blog that just started out as a dumb late night idea with a friend. I never imagined it’d get this far, it’s insane. Me and a friend were just watching The End at night and paused it at a weird place, and this dumb idea was born. I’m so thankful for all of you, and all of your love and support.
Now for the blonde-haired nefarious one post, aka Sebastian.
I’m guessing that guy trapped in the closet was the real Sebastian? Interesting that they are keeping that part of the book!canon, although the fact that he’s still alive (supposedly, if that is him) is a nice twist.
I liked the bookending of Jace and Sebastian playing piano, nice touch.
Did Valentine really say something like “Do I know you?” or whatever? Like – and, it wasn’t like he’d need to say that to maintain a cover of any kind with Sebastian? It was like he really didn’t recognize him! Hmmmm.
I wasn’t surprised that Sebastian was the mole –was anyone? lol– but in taking a moment to figure out his reasons why, I’ve came up with two ideas:
1) This facilitates moving Valentine out the New York Institute. Either for one of two purposes – one being hoping to break Valentine out during the transfer (which, with teleporting, might be near impossible? Especially since the co-INVENTOR OF THE PORTAL is the one doing the teleporting? Idk.) and the other being to move Valentine to Idris / Alicante like a chess piece so that the next part of the plan may happen.
2) SEBASTIAN MAY HAVE FOUND A WAY TO GET ALEC TO TRUST HIM.
I guess we’ll see. I’m not sure how he got himself on the security team for the cabinet meeting (volunteered? through Izzy?) but he definitely helped show his supposed competence to Alec with that whole shell game.
And now to the talk he had with Raphael – I think that’s what makes him an excellent manipulator, you know? The fact that everything he said had a grain of truth about it, especially if he was trying to convince Raphael that he was saying that as a concerned friend.
Which, I hope he didn’t really convince Raphael of that, even though he did decide to distance himself from Izzy. Because his observation of Sebastian being a predator is right on the nose and I hope he doesn’t let that go.
I have a lot more thoughts about this character – even about why he really asked Clary out and his interest in Izzy – but this is already long enough. I get why so many people who’ve read the books have an aversion to him but I really am interested in where they decide to take his character now that they’ve pretty much thrown 85% of the books out of the window.
Yo what’s up it’s your home boy, Romeo, coming at you with news and bad humor
I regret that intro
There is not enough love for my husband. At all. There will be more. I will make more.
Now you may say “Romeo how are we gonna do that?”
If you have to ask who my husband is (coughitsaphscotlandcough) you must have like, just followed my blog
Anyway, mate, I have a Plan™
I wanna be that fun and cool blog, but guess what? I’m not fun. Or cool. So I’m gonna make it cool, and fun.
Every Wednesday, starting this Wednesday, 28, June, 2017 (time stamp for when this becomes historically documented), will be dedicated to My Boy™ Alistair (yes thats still aphscotland) and every Wednesday after
“What are you gonna call it, Romeo?”
No idea. I’m only witty at roasts and sometimes blog names. For now I’ll call it ’#aph scotland day’ in the tags
Because it’s the middle of the week and I feel like that’s when people need Relief™
“Whoa Romeo that’s pretty ballsy, what if no one participates?”
Listen, son, there are 1,007 of you. Someone better participate or what’s the point in following me? At least three people are gonna say something (idk about the other 1,004). Plus I have inside sources >:)
“What are gonna expect us to do, Romeo Senpai uwu”
Don’t ask about the senpai bit. This may or may not be a draft from 2 am.
• Send me requests
• Send me headcanons
• Give me feels
• Donate your first born to me
• Share your emotions
• Send. Me. Requests.
• Submit posts! Art, links, whatever
• sEnD mE sTuFf
“What are you gonna do?”
I’ll reblog stuff and write stuff. I really need you guys to send stuff though I mean that’s how a blog works, babes.
“Are there rules for sending?”
HAHAH heCK YEah there are:
• NO N/SFW FFS
• I accept s/o asks now but if I get none then idk if I’ll keep accepting them. I know how popular demand works AND YOU GUYS HAVE NO DEMAND FOR SOME REASON
• Angst is allowed. Torture me. Make me cry. I love crying.
• Have 👏🏻 fun 👏🏻 doing 👏🏻 it 👏🏻
I think that’s it? If anyone has any questions please send me an ask. ASKS. My PM notifs are broken so your question may not be answered til it’s too late.
when we get married you can keep your last name if you want babe idc
that's really nice of you and i love that you respect my right to choose in this situation but also i literally cannot wait to be named killian fangbattle. is that not objectively the coolest name ever
Oh my god, in last night’s Bob’s Burgers, Bob takes Gene to a laser light rock show at the planetarium (super important to Bob, because it was his favorite when he was a teenager, and this is the last night before they’re closing the exhibit because it’s old and no one goes anymore, also it’s Bob’s birthday), and Gene has no idea what he’s in for, but he gets pumped for it anyway ‘cause Bob’s so excited about it, and finally they get in there and they’re watching it, and Gene has a sensory overload and kinda starts freaking out ‘cause he can’t handle it, so Bob takes him out and they sit in the car for a bit. Gene’s angry because Bob didn’t tell him it would be so loud and scary, so Bob offers to play the album for Gene at a normal volume, and Gene starts to enjoy it, so he reclines the seats, takes out the cigarette lighter, tells Gene to pretend it’s a laser, and starts drawing in the air, explaining the plot to him (it’s like a full on Pink Floyd or Rush-esque rock opera about a bunch of robot overlords telling rockers that they can’t play music anymore, and one Rebel rising against them). Gene gets really into it and decides he wants to see the finale of the laser show (which Bob regards as a life-changing experience), so they sneak back into the planetarium (there’s no re-entry allowed) with a few tricks that parallel the story from the album, and watch the climax of the show together (Bob fashions some earplugs for Gene out of a napkin). On the way home, Bob’s asking Gene how he liked it, and Gene says “I loved it!”, Bob asks him to speak louder ‘cause his ear’s are shot, and Gene yells, “I LOVED IT, DAD”. Bob yells back “I love you too, Gene”.
I FUCKING!!! CAN’T!!! DEAL!!!! WITH HOW GOOD THIS SHOW IS!!! I know i don’t talk about Bob’s Burgers a lot but this show is flawless and charming and gross and funny all at the same time, the characters are written like people with actual fears and anxieties, and unlike a lot of comparable shows, the comedy doesn’t come from the family being pitted against each other, it’s always the family against the world… I love it, I love it, it’s so pure and refreshing and still somehow manages to be funny without sacrificing it’s heart, and I fuckin’ love it, please watch Bob’s Burgers holy CRAP okay I’m done.
And suddenly Viktor came to his senses, remembering what Yuuri told him. He didn’t need anyone overstepping his boundaries.
Viktor backed away from the door slowly, making sure his footsteps were audible. “I’m not weak,” he heard Yuuri whisper from his room, and he knew he wasn’t meant to hear that.
Viktor returned to his room, hugging Makkachin close to his chest. “He’ll come out,” Viktor told the large dog. Makkachin thumped his tail and stuck out his tongue. “Eventually,” Viktor mumbled.
Yuuri did, almost three hours later. Viktor noticed his shadow through the thin screen of the door. Yuuri hadn’t knocked, and Viktor didn’t think he was even going to. He opened the door for him anyway.
Yuuri’s eyes were turned down, but he lifted his hand from his side. Viktor took it with a smile.
“I made you feel weak.”
“That’s not your fault.”
“But I did. So I’m sorry,” Viktor said. “I should have known better.” He squeezed Yuuri’s hand. Yuuri squeezed back.
“I’m sorry too,” Yuuri said. And slowly, he let his arms wrap around Viktor’s body, allowing himself to sink into the solid warmth. Viktor welcomed him.
“You push pretty hard,” Viktor said.
Yuuri didn’t say anything, but Viktor swore his ears turned a bit red.
“I’m pretty sure you could lift me with that kind of strength,” Viktor continued.
Yuuri’s hand scrunched up the front of Viktor’s shirt.
“Just you wait, Nikiforov,” Yuuri chuckled into his shirt.