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“And I want people to feel that even as the show ends, we see Booth and Brennan walking off, and they’re changed people, but you want to have that feeling that yes, they’re still going to be out there, and they’re still going to be solving cases and making the world a better place, even if you’re not going to see them anymore. They’re still joking and laughing in the car, having their differences and having those playful fights they have. You really hope that’s still going on when you don’t see it. It’s certainly bittersweet not to be able to see them again, but just to feel that they’re all in a good place and they’re going to be okay. And you as a viewer are going to be okay, too.” - Michael Peterson

First Impressions: 1x02

I just can’t.

This episode opens with Sam by Jess’ grave, flowers in hand and he says this:

Sam: I should’ve protected you. I should’ve told you the truth.

And all I can see is…

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And it hurts too damn much. 

You should’ve told him, Dean. If you’d only told him the truth

Because you tell the people you love that you love them before it’s too late. 

If you had done that, then perhaps perhaps perhaps…

Hallucination!Oswald: “That was another one of your weird hallucinations, Ed.”

Ed: “In what way?”

Hallucination!Oswald: “It was definitely a bit gay. Me singing a musical number? And the lyrics; he’s fierce in my dreams, he swims in my eyes by the bed…”

Ed: “I don’t recall that… I think sometimes you hear what you want to hear.”

Hallucination!Oswald: “No, you do, that’s my whole point here, Ed. I mean, come on, pour myself over him…?”

Ed: “Pour myself over him? No… didn’t say anything like that…”

Hallucination!Oswald: “And the looks you had me giving you, and that top hat…“

Ed: “It wouldn’t be gay to hallucinate putting a top hat on a man and having him seductively sing Amy Winehouse to you. How could that be gay?”

Hallucination!Oswald: “…”

Ed: “…”

“Not that I did it….”

For Kaity.

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For @kaitymccoy123, after a rough day. I love you to bits, dear, and I think they lost out, not you. I hope this is decent (banged it out on lunch break, posting quickly. Probably riddled with errors). Also, it’s incredibly difficult to find a good AOS Scotty gif.


“I didn’t get it.”

“Ya what?” Monty’s nose crinkles in a way that you would normally find adorable. As it is, the entire world seems dampened by the bitter disappointment that snakes through your chest, and your answering smile is hollow.

“The job. I didn’t get it.” Despite your best efforts, you feel your voice hitch a little on the words. 

“The rat bastards,” he spits, dropping his spanner and pulling you into his arms, heedless of the fact that you’re in the E deck corridor for all to see. You smush your nose into the mesh fabric of his red shirt and let him hold you tight. 

“Shh, shh, shh, shh,” he murmurs, more an instinctive litany of comfort than actual shushing. He rocks you gently back and forth, threading agile fingers through your dark hair. His skin smells of bay rum aftershave and something vaguely singed, and it crosses your mind to ask him, later, how the refit is coming. He presses his lips to your temple and sighs heavily through his nose. “The silly sods don’t know a good thing when they’ve got it.”

His words send hot tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Silly as it is, to cry feels a little like defeat, like one last punch in the gut. You pull back, biting at your lip and swiping your face in frustration. 

Monty catches your hands in his. “My heart,” he says softly, reaching to thumb away the tear-tracks that stain your cheeks. “I know what I’ve got right here.” His eyes are dark as he stares at you for a long moment, as if memorizing your features. You can see, suddenly, that he shares your heartbreak. He clasps his fingers around the nape of your neck, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead and fluttering his eyes closed. “I have the very best thing, Kaity. I have you.”


Bonus, because I just can’t resist.

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(requested by anon)

GET THAT CIGARETTE SMOKE OUTTA MY FACE

YOUVE BEEN WASTING MY TIME WHILE YOURE TAKING WHATS MINE

WITH THE THINGS THAT YOURE DOING 

TALK THAT TALK WELL NOW THEY ALL KNOW UR NAME

AND THERES NO COMING BACK FROM THE PLACE THAT YOU GAIN

BABY.DONT.DO.IT

“Then I stepped off the edge of the roof, right? And when he saw me hovering there, he was terrified, so I floated down until I was right in front of him and said, ‘Stranger things have happened.’” Damian paused, hand over his mouth to conceal his grin. “And then he turned himself in. Which was a little bit disappointing, to be honest, but I guess you can’t have everything.”
“That’s awesome!” Shazam exclaimed, leaning further across the table. Behind his rack of samples, Bruce was smiling too— he wasn’t spying exactly, but he would prefer not to interrupt. They were getting along, and he wanted to hear the rest of the conversation.
“One of the best parts was meeting the regulars, you know, because they would have this moment where they saw me, and you could see them wondering— Can they all do that? Have they always been able to do that?” Damian sighed. “It was great while it lasted.”
“So I guess you really miss having your powers?”
“Well…” Damian tapped his fingers thoughtfully against the table, looking out at the patch of space visible from the Watchtower window. “It was an advantage. But do I really need an advantage? Obviously not. I’m just as capable now that I’m back to normal.”
Bruce wasn’t sure that “normal” was the right word for an eleven year old assassin who had recently returned from the dead, but he wasn’t about to point that out. Those superpowers had been a problem— one more thing to worry about. He was glad they were gone.
“He’s cute,” muttered a voice from behind him. Bruce turned around to face it— Diana.
“He needs more friends,” Bruce told her, as Damian and Shazam continued to chatter away.
“Is that why you bring him up here?”
“That and I can’t actually stop him from coming.” He motioned her up to the gap in the shelf that he was using as a peephole. “He doesn’t like to be left out.”
The two of them stood side by side, focussed on the conversation in front of them.
“You have like, the coolest job in the world,” Shazam said.
“Basically. It’s fine for now.” Damian pulled a batarang out of his belt and spun it idly across the table.
“What’s cooler than being Robin?”
“Being Batman. I’ll get there eventually.”
Bruce felt Diana nudge him in the ribs. She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled.
“You really think you’re going to be Batman someday?”
“Of course. Somebody has to be in charge.” Damian bent down to examine the scratch he’d put in the table. “Nobody in their right mind would let Hood anywhere near the cowl, and have you ever met Red Robin?”
“I don’t think so?”
“Well he’s an idiot, so that wouldn’t work either. I was born to be Batman, and if my father ever dies, I will be.”
“If?” Diana whispered. Bruce shrugged, vaguely flattered.
“His grandfather’s been alive for a few centuries, and a month ago, he rose from his own grave. Mortality is a fluid concept right now.”
Diana put a hand on his shoulder. “He wants to be just like you.”
“He wants to be better than me. I think he could manage it.” Bruce smiled fondly at his son from behind his rack of samples. “I should get him home.”
He strode out into the center of the room. “Robin? Time to go.” As Damian turned towards him, Bruce grabbed one of his wrists and swung him one-handed out of his chair, catching him by surprise. Damian dangled a few inches above the floor for a couple of seconds before Bruce set him down.
“Hey!”
“Come on,” Bruce told him. “Time for bed.”


Anon requested JLA + Damian’s “I’m going to be Batman” speech 

There is SOMETHING ABOUT GAY SHIPS THAT COMPELS ME TO SHIP THEM I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT IS BUT THERE’S SOMETHING

anonymous asked:

yousef HAS to come back now. there's no way we would get p-chris and not him, RIGHT????? IT IS SANA'S SEASON.

I KNOW PLS PLS PLS WE NEED YOUSEF I NEED YOUSEF MORE THAN LIFE

drabble: purple [harurin]

Haru’s tongue is purple. Purple from the popsicle he ate not long ago, and that’s all Rin can think of. One-track mind and the heat combined, and he’s doomed to try to snatch quick glances every time Haru speaks. Which isn’t often in general, and is not at all now that they meander through town. 

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Your last quick break wound up being a 95-minute lunch.

One Way or Another (I’m Gonna Win Ya)

halemaliia‘s prompt: Ark AU, friends with benefits, with a healthy dose of fluff and denial.

alternate Ark-only canon, no angst at all, slightly future, NSFW

“I have to be in Medical in twenty minutes,” Clarke grumbled into her sheets, pushing Bellamy’s hand from its languorous exploration of her thigh.

“It takes seven minutes to walk from here to Medical,” Bellamy replied, rolling to partially cover Clarke to keep her from getting out of bed. He dipped his head to nip and kiss a trail from her neck to her collar bone, then between her breasts. “With two minutes to dress, that’s eleven minutes for me to make you come so hard that you can’t walk straight on your way to work.”

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Finished Lewis from the animated video of Ghost by Mystery Skulls!

Drawn for a very dear friend of mine.