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breaking the cycle: gotg2 and the theme of toxic masculinity

It’s taken me, oh, about a month to organize my thoughts on this and they’re still a mess, but I have all these snippets in my head about how GOTG2 deconstructs toxic masculinity, and hey! you’re gonna get them now

Toxic masculinity is basically the concept that socializing men and boys to be a certain ‘masculine’ way, and criticizing them or ridiculing them when they fail to live up to these (often impossible or even abusive) standards, is ultimately harmful to everyone, men and women alike. Ever wonder why you flinch at dudes yelling “man up!” to their crying young sons instead of comforting them? Yeah, that’s why.

Anyway, regarding GOTG: a lot of this stuff revolves around Yondu and the Yondu-Peter relationship, but also (I totally love this) a large portion of it also revolves around a white, straight, able-bodied man who is quite literally called ‘Ego’. spoilers follow, naturally-

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Love Conquers All (On Sherlock Season 4)

I’m currently re-watching Season 4, simply just to indulge myself, and mainly because I personally loved it. I thought I was done expressing everything I have to say about the matter in this post, but there has been an unending sh*t-storm still looming over S4 that has gone beyond what I had expected. Not to mention that things I’ve seen on Twitter earlier regarding the so-called Norbury movement.

I am not dismissing the fact that this season had its flaws, but there’s a significant meaning to it all that some people are dismissing because they’ve been blinded by their own illusions that I would want to highlight. For someone who had cried over and mulled over these episodes more than the past 3 seasons, this season gave my love for existentialism a baseline that tugged at the heart – the very reason why I wanted to talk about it.

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Just a brief explanation, existentialism is the belief that life has no meaning in general. To quote Moriarty, “Staying alive… So boring, isn’t it? It’s just… staying.” However, what I like about it is the idea that society or any other factor is not responsible for giving life it’s meaning – it is solely up to the individual to discover it on their own.

With that said, I think this is why this season resonated with me so much, and I find the chaos in some parts of the fandom frustrating, especially to the point that the writers are being attacked for this. So as usual, I have to say something about it. Because instead of writing articles for work, I’m thinking about Sherlock.

Anyway, I’m just gonna go ahead with my point.

The Six Thatchers : Horrors Of The Past

This may be my least favourite among the three, but the message of this episode is clearly simple: we all have horrors that will come and haunt us in the future – and how we face it all comes down to the path we choose. 

We live hundreds, and even thousands of roles throughout our lives. And we all have our past; things that we regret, hate, cringe at, miss, still believe in, etc. But whatever that past might be, what I got from TST is that you can never run from your past as it catches up to you, but it is one facet of your life does not completely define you.

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Death has been played with through the past seasons that it seemed all too mundane to us now, in terms of the context of the show. But S4 is here to correct this notion in Mary’s persona. With Mary saying that Mary Watson was the only life worth living, it showed that we get to choose which part of our lives we live out the most.

Same with John and his ‘cheating’. To be fair, I’m pissed at the fact that this was completely out of character. But when the series culminated, I understood why they have to do it. We saw what we wanted to see in these characters as they were presented to us – John was supposedly honourable, kind, and courageous, but what is this? Who is this new John? 

This is where I head to my next point. 

The Lying Detective : Being Alive And Human

This episode made me cry buckets, to be honest. And it is because this is all about changing what you know about these characters and seeing them all in a different light. 

Here we see a Sherlock not led by the mind but the heart, a John who was weak against temptation, a cheater, someone who looked jealous from having the spotlight all on the detective – it showed that no one is ultimately good and that someone’s facade is not who they entirely are. It shows that everyone has their ups and downs because that’s what humanity is about. It illustrated that everyone was capable of being angry, desperate, conceited, weak, lonely, alone, etc. It highlighted how these characters are broken – especially Sherlock – and how redemption can mean so much more to a person. 

We all have our flaws, our downfalls, our agonies; but who are we really, at our most vulnerable? And who are the people willing to believe in us even if we’ve shown them our true, and sometimes, faded colours?

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“Taking your own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everyone else. Your life is not your own, keep your hands off it.”

This is a plea. That shutting down and ending your life is and should never be the answer. This is one of the most beautiful pieces of dialogue I have ever heard, and it’s a very upfront message about warranting a value on your own life. And for people to threaten the writers of the show that they are the ones who caused the lives that are put in the line or the self-harm that will happen due to their distaste for TFP is devastating to me.

And yes, there have been people tweeting Mark and BBC that they are and will be responsible for these lives, which is just unfair.

The Final Problem : On Love And Redemption

I’ve seen people questioning why Benedict said ‘love conquers all’ in one interview before the season aired. There has also been statements that this season will be ‘groundbreaking’, which others failed to see why, leading to the claims that the showrunners are queerbaiting.

Now, every single show, every single actor, not just in Sherlock, but basically everywhere, is being put in the microscope because they need to identify with something, and that they need to represent a cause — which I get! I advocate for this! But, just when the world is being careful about mixing up their characters or when they are inserting a gay character just because now, society is demanding them to, Sherlock had already presented that years before (note that some TV shows only became more open to having gay characters around late 2014, early 2015-ish onwards because people are becoming more vocal about it as inspired by those bold enough to make a first move, e.g. Glee). 

Here, we have an openly gay character (which is still another topic of debate but I stand by it when I say Irene used the term gay loosely), had openly gay actors play brilliant and unstereotypical roles, and for God’s sake, Mark Gatiss is a gay man who is behind this brilliant show, and  that’s the very reason they passed it off as normal. They didn’t do it in a way that we always have to be reminded that the character is gay, that there has to be a sex scene just to prove that they’re gay… it’s just there – again, as one facet of the characters. Sex, as something that has been explicitly expressed in the show, isn’t the only thing that defines a character or their relationships with someone else, and I appreciated that. They had a story to tell – the story of these characters as a whole and not just one side of them. 

And personally, I did see why they made their claims as indicated by my chosen title. When this season ended, Sherlock who claimed to have never been attuned to his emotions, had his eyes open and had embraced that he was also human, flawed, and is capable to love IN ALL FORMS. 

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He learned to value his life because of what happened to Mary, he had admitted that he also succumbs to his impulses with Irene Adler (texting or beyond that, depends on what you want to believe), he fully realised that he would never ever want to hurt and make Molly feel like she’s being used by him because she’s his friend, he was able to extend a more human side of himself to John more than he did before, he finally understood and accepted Mycroft’s intentions and actions which I think mended their relationship significantly (this one hits me to the core so much), and lastly, he discovered that if he was left in the air in isolation, he might have ended up like Eurus, which is why he never wanted to make her feel alone again. 

To me, it is groundbreaking because it left that cliche of someone running off into the sunset in the end and it’s all butterflies and rainbows. They wrapped it up with the characters still broken, but living through it day by day because someone chose to love, accept, and help them heal despite their flaws. 

It is what it is, they keep on saying, because that’s how life is. It can be unbearable and it can most certainly be shit, but in the end, whether you ship Johnlock, Adlock, Sherlolly, Sheriarty, Mollstrade, Mystrade, etc., if we all let love – self-love, romantic love, familial love, platonic love – all kinds of love in our lives, it will help us conquer all, within and beyond this show. 

12x10- THE Destiel Episode

Jesus Christ in heaven. This entire episode was pure magic. Normally I write a post called ‘Destiel bits on episode xyz.’ This episode? No need because every single second was Destiel. So this post will be more of a recap and screaming about every scene. 

And before we proceed, Steve Yockey… Marry me. 

Warning for long post ahead with a metric ton of gifs. SPOILERS AHEAD.

(gif credits to @yourfavoritedirector​, @subcas @some-people-call-it-tragic​, @angvlicmish​, @codestielckles)

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You know what really boils my blood?  When people hate on Boromir (and A LOT of people do).  It’s easy to see him as arrogant and reckless when he does such gasp-worthy things such as when he spats “Gondor has no king!” at our beloved Aragorn or when he tries to take the ring from poor little Frodo.  But it’s just so sad that that’s all people remember him for.  So, I invite you to take a look at a few things concerning Boromir, the Captain of the White Tower of Gondor…

Boromir was raised in war, probably from a very small boy.  His entire existence has been spent fighting for Gondor… a kingless country that, despite an empty throne, has remained strong through the ages and Boromir is PROUD of that.  HE has taken up his sword to fight.  HE has watched his people die in battle.  HE has led armies into bloody victory.  Gondor is HIS country and he has paid blood for it and he loves it with all his heart.  If one thing can be said of Boromir, it is that he loves his country.

Can we blame him, then, for his bitterness when he meets this guy, this “Ranger from the North,” who is supposedly “his king?”  A lot of people simply see arrogance when Boromir declares hotly that “Gondor has no king… Gondor needs no king.”  But I’d wager that it was justifiable anger he was feeling when he shot those words.  I’d bet what was going on in his head was, “Where have you been, Aragorn? Where were you when Gondor’s people were being slaughtered?  Where were you when I had to watch my men fight and die?  Where were you… when I had to tell Gondor’s women they were widowed? Where were you??”

Now… don’t get me wrong, I LOVE Aragorn but let’s face it- he really was wrong in running from his people for so long… but I’ll stand in his defense another time.

But truly… I can’t imagine the fiery anger Boromir must have felt when he was first made to understand that he was looking into the eyes of Isildur’s heir.  If you ask me, he handled himself rather well.  I wonder how many times he, covered in sweat and blood, scanned the gore of the battlefield and felt a pang of bitterness toward this Aragorn son of Arathorn who was off who knows where doing who knows what.  And now here he sits, big as life in all his lordly fashion and Boromir is being told by Legolas, “You owe him your allegiance.”  Umm… Excuse me?  Owe him?  Hang on, hang  on, hang on, let me get this straight:  I… owe HIM… my allegiance…?  Okay, pardon me while I go scream into my pillow.

Let’s back up a bit…

Let us recall that Boromir was raised by his father, Denethor II,the Steward of Gondor, a deranged schizophrenic who literally worshipped him, all the while relentlessly abusing his little brother, Faramir, the one person Boromir loves more than anyone in all of Middle Earth.  Boromir is looking on helplessly as his country is slowly weakening under the powers of Mordor and, despite his strong leadership, he is beginning to lose hope.  How much longer can they fight without a king?  …without a power strong enough to defend against that of Mordor?  And just when all hope is lost, word has come from Rivendell that the One Ring has been found.  Many believe that it was greed that drove Boromir to Rivendell but have we forgotten that it was his father who commanded him to go and bring The Ring back to Gondor?

Seriously, am I the only one seeing Boromir’s face when he is given this commission?  That’s terror, guys… not greed.  In fact, he initially refuses the task until Faramir volunteers, at which time Boromir reluctantly decides to go… not for himself, but for Faramir and for Gondor.  

And so, it is with this purpose, that he rides to the Council of Elrond, skeptical but willing to obey his father’s wishes for the sake of his people.  On the eve of the Council, he wanders the halls of the elves and comes across the shards of Narsil being displayed opposite a painting of Isildur parting The Ring from Sauron’s hand.  At first, he speaks with awe and reverence as he gingerly touches the blade, accidentally cutting his finger.  But this display only serves as a reminder that Gondor’s line of kings has been broken just as much as has the blade that cut The Ring.  He comments that the blade is “still sharp… but no more than a broken end” and continues his wandering, his awe now replaced with disgust and resentment.

At the Council the following day, Frodo brings forth The Ring and its power is felt by all who are present.  Boromir, in his awe-struck naivety, reaches for The Ring in curiosity but Gandalf puts him in his place.  But Boromir is not to be quieted, for suddenly, he has an idea.  You can literally hear the excitement and hope in his voice as he says, “It is a gift!”  He stands with growing confidence and pleads with elves, dwarves, and men to take this weapon and “let us use it against him!”  Hope is finally within grasp for Gondor!  But no.  Sorry, Boromir.  Not today.  The Ring must be destroyed.  Boromir is disappointed but nonetheless, he chooses to become one of the nine companions making up the Fellowship of the Ring. 

If we’re being completely honest, this is one of the best scenes in the trilogy.  Frodo, a humble and innocent hobbit who deserves none of this noise, steps bravely forward to bear the horrific pain and suffering that is The One Ring.  Aragorn rises and vows “If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will.”  The music builds and the epicness is incredible as Strider kneels and declares “You have my sword,” followed by Legolas’ “…and you have my bow…” and Gimli’s “…and my axe!”  But many dismiss Boromir as he too steps forward.  The disappointment is transparent in his face as he approaches Frodo, accepting that this decision is final.  But Boromir is used to disappointment and he is used to putting his feelings aside for the greater good.  He bravely vows to the Ring Bearer, “If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.”

This is a sadly overlooked high moment for Boromir.  He is barely over the shock of learning that the man who has abandoned his country’s throne sits before him- and on top of that, he is expected to honor him as his king- plus, he has just failed in attempting to persuade the Council to allow Gondor to use The Ring to defeat the enemy once and for all.  By any standards, he has failed his mission.  And yet, he chooses to honor the will of the Council and agrees to aid in destroying The Ring.  And note that he did not say, “I will see it done.”  He says, “Gondor will see it done.”  (Have I mentioned yet how much Boromir loves his country?)

So, The Fellowship sets off and Boromir forms a friendship with and develops a love for the hobbits, teaching and instructing them how to fight and defend themselves and he loves every minute of it, perhaps remembering simpler times spent with his little brother… but all the while, the reality of his weakening country gnaws at the back of his mind.  Still, he continues on… but The Ring has a will of its own.  It knows that Boromir desires it, even if it is with good intention, and keep in mind that The Ring wants nothing more than to fall into the hands of men.  Aragorn does not desire its power and so it is to Boromir that The Ring calls.  It could not have been an easy thing to resist day in and day out.  Everyone sees the pain of the halfling with the big blue eyes but Frodo isn’t the only one nobly struggling to resist The Ring’s power.

Everyone forgets Boromir’s role in The Lord of the Rings.  Everyone forgets that it was Boromir who was concerned for the hobbits when they were freezing to death in The Pass of Caradhras.  No one remembers that it was Boromir who grabbed Frodo and held him and carried him to safety as Gandalf fell to his death.  Everyone seems to forget that it was Boromir who comforted Gimli outside Moria and implored Aragorn to give everyone “a moment for pity’s sake!”

No one remembers Boromir’s bravery, his leadership, or his great big heart.  Instead, he is remembered only for a fleeting moment of weakness, when he gives in to The Ring and tries to take it from Frodo by force.  He gets so much hate for this and yet take a look one more time at the images above… this is Boromir.  This is a man who loves unconditionally his country, his family, and the hobbits who have become his friends.  But you’d be surprised how many people I’ve heard call him “the guy who tried to kill Frodo.”  (Which is totally untrue, he never tried to kill him… but I’m getting ahead of myself.)

The Fellowship, minus one, arrives at Caras Galadhon in Lothlórien and when Lady Galadriel speaks to Boromir telepathically, he is broken to tears, for she speaks of his devotion to his father, the fall of Gondor, and the fact that “even now, there is hope left.”  Nothing means more to him and yet he cannot see it.  He shares this with Aragorn, whom he has begun to make peace with in his heart, for his country is more important to him than his pride.  He stares longingly into the distance as the elves of Lórien sing a haunting lament for Gandalf the Grey and utters with great feeling, “It is long since we had any hope.  My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing, and our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I would do it… I would see the glory of Gondor restored.”  Hope is barely detectable in his voice as he asks, “Have you ever seen it, Aragorn?  The White Tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver, its banners caught high in the morning breeze… Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?”  Aragorn answers, without feeling, that he has seen The White City long ago.  It is clear that he does not yet share Boromir’s adoration of Gondor. 

Throughout the journey, Boromir tries many times to plead with Aragorn to take The Ring back to Gondor.  "Let us make for the White City!“ he implores, but is shot down every single time (which ends up being a good thing but imagine Boromir’s frustration when all he wants is to aid his people.)  He tries so hard to start seeing the ranger as a king but it’s so agonizing when Aragorn is so against going back to Gondor.  He confronts Aragorn one night by the river and points out how quick he is to trust the elves and yet he has so little faith in his own people.  “Yes, there is weakness, there is frailty,” he admits, “but there is courage also!  And honor to be found in men!  But you will not see that!  You are afraid!  All your life, you have hidden in the shadows, scared of who you are, of what you are…” to which Aragorn gets all up in his face and retorts, “I will not lead The Ring within a hundred leagues of your city!”

Finally, we reach Parth Galen where Boromir meets with Frodo in the forest of Amon Hen.  (Here we go, the part everyone remembers… or do they?)  Take a minute here and think for a second, guys… do you honestly think Boromir went into those woods simply to harm Frodo?  He probably did seek him out under the guise of collecting firewood, but after everything we’ve just looked at, ask yourself if he really did so maliciously.  I do not believe for a second that Boromir followed Frodo intending to do any harm; rather, this whole journey, he has seen and empathized with Frodo’s suffering, which no doubt mirrors his own aching heart.  He tries to council Frodo, suggesting one last time that maybe he can help… after all, Aragorn isn’t listening, so perhaps his hobbit friend will. 

But Frodo is having serious trust issues at the moment, given that Gandalf is gone and he has foreseen what will happen should he fail, and so he turns quickly and defensively away, which surprises Boromir… he loves the hobbits!  He can’t take it anymore.  “I ask only for the strength to defend my people!” he declares angrily, smashing the firewood to the ground.  And there… there is where The Ring takes its hold on Boromir.

He begins approaching Frodo, hand outstretched, suggesting that maybe he could just lend him The Ring.

“No,” Frodo answers quickly, obviously scared but bravely firm.

 “Why do you recoil?” Boromir asks, “I am no thief!”

“You are not yourself!” Frodo warns him.  Having had The Ring for months now, Frodo knows when he is looking at someone who has been taken by it.  Not only that, but he has known Boromir for months now too and he knows when The Ring is affecting his friend.  He’s seen a glimpse of it before, in The Pass of Caradhras.

And the more Boromir advances, the more The Ring feeds off of everything- his bitterness towards Aragorn, his frustration in failing to fulfill his father’s command, his fear that his country will die… and it builds and builds and finally, Boromir just snaps.

Frodo couldn’t have been more right when he said that Boromir was not himself.  It is a common misconception that Boromir wanted The Ring for himself all along but that is not the case.  He wanted The Ring for Gondor and to honor his father but his greatest weakness lay in the fact that he significantly underestimated its power.  He has a moment of weakness and The Ring latches onto this.  Frodo flees and Boromir, in a fit of rage, screams that The Ring will end up in the hands of Sauron and all will be lost.  He trips and falls and his head clears and he realizes what he’s done.  He frantically calls out for Frodo, feeling terrible guilt… and I wonder if he thought of his father in this moment?  I wonder if he saw Denethor in himself as he lashed out at a helpless hobbit, the same way his father would lash out at his brother, Faramir? 

Just a thought.

But there is no time to dwell on this.  The Uruk-Hai attack and Boromir does what he does best, charging in to protect those he loves.  Three thick, splintering arrows plunge into his body one by one, and yet he continues to fight for the hobbits until he is taken at length by the agonizing pain and blood loss.  His last stand was made doing what he’d done all his life- defending his people.   His redemption came with this defense, but it came at the price of his life.  As it would later be spoken in Minas Tirith by a fool of a Took, “The mightiest man may be slain by one arrow, and Boromir was pierced by many.” 

His last ounce of strength spent, he lays dying and Aragorn comes to his side.  Boromir queries desperately about Frodo and begs for forgiveness for his failure but Aragorn assures him that Frodo and The Ring are safe and that he fought bravely and has kept his honor.  Gasping for breath, Boromir makes one last pleading attempt to convince Aragorn to take his rightful place as king.  “The world of men will fall,” he says with great difficulty, “and all will come to darkness, my city to ruin!” …to which the Ranger from the North finally, finally replies… "I do not know what strength is in my blood but I swear to you… I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.”

Our people.“

That’s all he wanted to hear.  His breaths are labored and pained but peace passes over his face as he reaches for his sword to voice his last words in salute:   “I would have followed you, my brother… my captain… my king.”

“Be at peace, Son of Gondor.”

Son of Gondor.  Yes, indeed.  Boromir was a patriot if there ever was one.  A true hero.  And it’s both heartbreaking and infuriating that he is so commonly misunderstood.  But at least one person got it… as he watches the body of his countryman disappear into the falls, Aragorn straps on Boromir’s bracers in his honor, knowing full well that it is time to face his responsibilities and reclaim his throne.  Boromir’s country is now his.

And that’s why I want to punch a wall anytime someone hates on Boromir, Captain of the White Tower of Gondor… because he is so much more than a mistake made in the forest of Amon Hen.  Have you ever noticed that when Faramir asks Frodo, “You are a friend of Boromir?” he replies without hesitation, “Yes.  For my part.”  Tolkien paints a beautiful portrait of forgiveness here.  Even Frodo refused to remember Boromir solely for his moment of weakness… so why should anyone else?

Remember Boromir.  Remember the friend who taught Merry and Pippin to use a sword… the big brother who provided a father’s love when it was not given… the warrior who fought for a dying country and a leaderless people.  Remember Boromir, Son of Gondor, for it was, after all, his persistence and courage that ultimately led a ranger to take his place as king.

Zimbits Battle of the Blades AU

so. well. Y’all remember this post? About a Canadian TV show that makes hockey players learn how to do pairs routines with figure skaters? It’s Jack and Bitty now. Leggo. 

  • It’s a year or two after Bitty graduates from Samwell. He won the Frozen Four in his Senior Year, and Jack has a Calder trophy and Stanley Cup win under his belt. They are both publicly out, but they’ve kept their status as a couple lowkey for now. 
  • The execs in charge of Battle of the Blades decide they need a new gimmick to increase ratings. Enter: Queers!!! On Ice!
  • They want one F/F and one M/M pair of skaters, in addition to the regular straight couples. It’s easy enough to find female skaters willing to pretend to have a gal pal, and the NWHL has several out queer players, and yet…
  • The producers can literally find no male hockey players or figure skaters who are a) available, b) notable public figures, and c) willing to spend months within inches of another man at all times, except for Jack and Bitty. Fuck it, the producers decide, and make some calls. 
  • Cue the Intense Relationship Discussion.
  • Bitty would love to figure skate again, and Jack thinks the cross-conditioning sounds like a good idea, but both of them have reservations about the public scrutiny this will put their relationship under. 
  • Enter George with a life-saving idea: what if they announced their relationship via the show? They’d have to pretend to just be good friends early on, but then Jack could gradually dial up the heart eyes and Bitty could stop self-censoring, and by the end of the show they would have “started dating.”
  • The two of them agree to George’s proposal and filming starts.
  • All the hockey players are sent out on the rink in hockey skates first, and Bitty pulls off a flawless double axel the second he gets on the ice. “Dear me, I must have forgotten which skates I’m wearing!”
  • Jack Zimmermann, hockey god, falls flat on his face the second he puts on figure skates. He and Bitty unintentionally recreate the “Toepick!” scene from The Cutting Edge at least twice. 
  • Lift training is a total wash. Half of it is unintentional flirting- “Yes, Mr Zimmermann, your hand is supposed to go on my butt.” “I see you’ve been keeping up with your squats, Bittle.”- and the other half is Jack screwing up and Bitty nearly dying, as per canon.
  • The judges are always commenting on what great chemistry the two of them have, probably because they were linemates back in the day, right? “Well,” says Jack, “we’re a team.” 
  • Dear lord the interview segments are ridiculous. 
  • Half the time, Bitty’s explaining some bullshit heteronormative requirement of pairs skating, and the other half he’s slowly but surely unloading Jack Feels™ onto the audience.
    • “Rule number one, never fall for a teammate.”
  • Meanwhile, Jack isn’t even bothering to hide his crush on Bitty/Bittle/my partner/Eric- what he calls him depends on how adoring he is at the moment.
    • “Jaw-dropping. Awe-inspiring, the best thing that’s ever happened to me… wait, this was supposed to be about the Stanley Cup win, not being on Bittle’s line? Yeah, that was nice too.”
  • Around Week 4, the entire nation of Canada needs to know- are they partners, or are they partners? 
  • Every. Single. Song. fits the dramatic arc of their “new relationship.” Canadian hits? “Stop Desire,” Tegan and Sara. 80s week? “How Will I Know,” Whitney Houston. Hollywood? “I’ll Cover You,” RENT.
  • They get to the finale on the combined strength of Jack’s cheekbones and Bitty’s media savvy. Ransom sends them updates on his family’s latest adoring comments. 
  • Of fucking course their last skate is to “Halo.” What is this, amateur hour?
  • Of fucking course they win. What is this, Yuri On Ice?
    • Yes this headcanon was 37% inspired by the fucking Episode 12 pair skate but that’s a whole other kettle of fish
  • When Jack hears they’ve won, in the “heat of the moment,” (read: in a carefully choreographed move endorsed by George months ago) he sweeps Bitty into a show-stopper of a kiss. 
  • The nation of Canada gets a little weak at the knees. 
  • “So, yeah!” Bitty announces in his last interview segment, post-win. “Me and Jack are dating!”
  • This is getting super long but then they’re a public couple and they donate the money they won to You Can Play and the SMH Squad hosts viewing parties for every episode, thank you for your time.

anonymous asked:

You probably getting tons of messages. But when you have time can you speak about Clarke giving Roan the Flame? I mean she stood there thinking about it; Eliza acted that scene out so well! Even while she was offering it you can see she really didn't want to. Then the tear & the face of realizing what she just gave up. The "I loved her mom" Got me in the feels; but her giving him the Flame was just another a "god Clarke. why do yo suffer so much" moment for me.

honestly, i was touched by both scenes simply because clarke and lexa’s relationship was actually in the foreground in both interactions, which is something i felt was needed, because if the writers want clarke to move on they need to give her the moments in which she can face her own emotions and share them with someone else - thank you abby. damn if the scene with roan didn’t hurt me more though. everything clarke and lexa have been through in s3 was re-called in that moment and you felt their history in every single corner.

there is a great personal alchemy at play during the entire scene, because clarke’s goals, hopes, memories and priorities are also greatly tied to what she wanted to achieve with lexa, but ultimately couldn’t. the way she shares her experiences/knowledge helps her with her otherwise sentimental state and overall pain, because it is (as eliza said) not destructive, but constructive.

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A Moment of Love

This is my entry for pre-season 2 canonverse week 2017 hosted by @ererievents​. The themes are ‘Secret’ (Day 2) and ‘Ocean’ (Day 3).

Also, the last scene was inspired by @09raito‘s beautiful Ereri ocean art.

[Read it on Ao3]

Eren was close to cry. He stood knee-deep in the water, surrounded by the ocean as it splayed immense waves around him. The sky was dipped in pretty sunset colours. Coral, blood orange, resting yellow, and tips of aqua blue mixed with faint lavender.

Minutes ago Eren had pointed at the horizon and claimed that there were enemies they had still to fight. Minutes ago he had been mourning over everything but also hadn’t felt anything at all. Minutes ago he hadn’t been able to form coherent thoughts other than the fact that life was demanding.

But now he wanted to ease off. Wanted to breathe, to feel, to swallow in that little moment of peace he and the others were granted with. Wanted to live. He wanted to hold him in the arms, dearly, and tell him that it would be over soon. Soon was so far away, though, he thought.

He wanted it to stop.

Eren stirred from the stillness of his body; closed his eyes, craned his head back and breathed in fresh salty sunset air. His lips quivered quietly and his eyes felt wet and swollen. Guess he did cry a bit.

He trudged back to the shore, being already received by him who had gazed at Eren from the distance.

Levi had his arms crossed and watched Eren’s every movement attentively; wary from uncertainty.

Eren didn’t want Levi to worry. They shouldn’t waste their time with that. So he met him with a smile, as hearty and genuine as possible for Eren, and he opened his arms, still stepping in water that went ankle-high.

“The ocean is beautiful.” he mused. It was as though his voice was strained from literally all the sorrow and pain from past years, tarnished and chapped, unable to return to its usual lively tone. However, Eren didn’t waste a thought on that, cleared his throat once and continued giving Levi a stare full of promises and love.

Levi didn’t move an inch. Went on gazing at his lover from a safe distance.

“Levi, please. Let’s enjoy this sight a bit. We won’t have that chance anytime soon again. Awe the ocean with me. Come here.”

Levi hesitated. Stood in place, fingers tightening around his upper arms and his usual frown grew.

“I’m fine watching it from this place here.” he retorted at last, and flicked his glance away from him, blinking.

Eren understood. There was something bothering Levi. He couldn’t weigh the seriousness of it, but there was something burdening on his shoulders. “What’s wrong?” Eren glinted a warm smile at him, a perfect reflection of the current sunset, personalized as a miraculous beauty which noone and nothing could take away from him right now—not even their enemies. Eren’s face bore signs of war and suffering, sadness and pain, sacrifices and death. They were present in all kinds of shape and form; visible and invisible, physical and mental, palpable on skin and lingering deep in his chest.

And yet there was still a bit of beauty – a bit of flawless perfection itself – grazing Eren, and Levi became weak to this side of him everytime anew.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Levi replied at last.

“What’s wrong, Levi?” Eren, sounding genuine, cast a familiar smile at him.

Levi stunned very lightly, a single vocal lost in his mouth. For quite a while his frown was intense, resolute, and he sulked in his own way. However, at some point in which Eren didn’t give up, patiently awaiting an answer as his expression remained the same and the salty breeze let his brown locks dance, Levi gave in. “I’ve never bothered to teach myself how to swim,” he began, gaze averted, a tiny blush tipped at his cheeks. He spotted the other soldiers already retreating to the back of the wall. It was time to go soon.

“So? I’m not asking you to swim with me. Let’s view the sunset from there.” He pointed at the vastness of the ocean.

“What kind of answer is this? I confessed to you just now that I can’t swim.” Levi’s tone got a tad sterner.

“So?” Eren repeated, and caused Levi’s mind to snap at his oblivious behaviour.

Levi extended his arms to the ocean as he explained, “Those are some big-ass waves! One probably needs a solid hold on their own feet if one doesn’t want to get splashed to the ground by them. Yes, even I, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, have my worries. Horrendous, isn’t it?” Annoyed, Levi huffed, crossed his arms again and found the view of the other cadets making their way away from the ocean more interesting than looking into the emerald eyes of his own lover right in front of him, who was probably giving him one of his childish grins.

“I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Well, then, don’t mind me. I don’t want to ruin this moment for you. Go, admire the ocean alone. I’ll be fine all by myself here.” He waved a hand dismissively, still refusing stubbornly to meet his lover’s face, which was why he startled out of surprise when Eren took his wrists, tenderly, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Levi flustered and felt more heat accumulating eagerly under the skin of his face. Heart pumping faster, blood coiling comfortably like woods being lit up for a bonfire, and emotions sprinkling every spot inside him, Levi found himself in a different state; enveloped by a warm proximity that Eren’s voice and touches and scent had created.

“I was waiting for the moment where I’d finally get to know Humanity’s Strongest’s fear. I never thought of you as fearless, you know. No one is.” Eren’s words sounding off right next to his ear woke up rare shivers of endearment which then intermingled with the haze of love revolving around them as naturally as the earth revolving around the sun.

At first Levi felt offended, acted like this, but the scowl on his face sought nothingness very quickly. His brows softened and so did the rest of his face.

“Fine, now you know? So what?” Levi scoffed and wanted to take some physical distance from Eren. “Oi, brat! Wait!” But Eren had lifted his body up, carrying him in his arms, before Levi could finish his thought. The boy with the emerald eyes, which let the narrow sunshines diffuse inside of his iris, glittered a smile. A lovely smile in that cruel world both were trapped in. Hostages of merciless life. Levi bumped a fist against Eren’s chest. “Let me down.” he ordered, voice stern but the authority seemed non-existent right at that moment.

So Eren stepped up forward, stalking through the sand and straight to the waves, deeper and farther, holding Levi as close to him as possible as he brought him closer to the sunset.

Eren’s face wore less strains, less crinkles, less pain, less despair and Levi was actually grateful to see him loosened for a moment. That was why he let himself get carried by Eren. If Eren wanted to see the ocean with him, then Levi shouldn’t complain about it, so he thought at the very least.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Levi shifted his gaze forward and stared. Watched the waving water that produced froth as it weltered. Eren’s longer hair swaying in the wind, salty liquid tickling at Levi’s ankles, and for that one moment everything felt okay. Alright. Normal. Perfect.

“Yeah, it is.”


I took a screenshot because L/xa’s name wasn’t properly edited. I originally wasn’t going to answer this because it’s obviously meant to incite drama, but it occurred to me that I’ve never actually answered this question on my blog at all and I do want to have this discussion. 

(This will be the first and only time I answer an ask like this as an FYI). This post is long, over 4000 words with this intro, so I’ve put it under the cut. It contains helpful bolding and italics as well as pictorial representation as further canon evidence. Happy reading!!!

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this might’ve been the best episode so far. i loved so many things, it was so well-written and so well acted. i’ll probably just keep rewatching it for the next 3 months

(okay now that i got it out of my system, i can write sth more coherent and not just freak out but those moments were the best parts of this episode)

- magnus explaining the vision was just so amazing? honestly, what would they do without him?

- magnus feeling powerless… just please stab me in the heart it’ll hurt less. we’ve seen this throughout the whole season and it only hurts more and more. magnus can do so much yet in so many situations even his best is not enough and you can see how much it affects him. he always wants to help, he needs to help. but sometimes there is nothing he could possibly do and it hurts him so much

- badass alec is my aesthetic ngl and telling victor that he’s not bad… for a diplomat

- i’m so happy alec called out victor on this whole situation. victor didn’t tell izzy about the risks? sure, he might’ve mentioned something but he didn’t say how exactly serious it is. and he cares about the downworld? sure, he showed it when he was torturing raphael

- magnus and alec being worried about each other in this episode shows just how truly they love each other. it’s not too soon, it’s the best timing. they are always there for each other, trying to protect each other. and when they were apart, all they could think of was if the other one is okay. this is true love

- magnus felt so hurt and betrayed when raphael was about to kill clary. raphael’s people were stopping his hands so he couldn’t help her. seriously, just stab me in the heart it’ll hurt less

- magnus was so gentle with madzie, trying to show her that he’s there to help her. that he’s not the one lying to her. and when she came to him because she trusted him… i wanna cry again. she met alec and magnus once and she was ready to save their lives and trust them with her own. she might be with catarina now but to me she’ll always be their daughter

- alec was so terrified that magnus could be dead. the thought that he could lose him was unbearable. he needs magnus so much, he loves magnus so much. they both need each other. i’m so glad they found each other so they can make each other happy

- that whole malec reunion thing was the best scene in the history of television
alec desperately looking for magnus in the crowd, then the hug because they just needed to make sure they are definitely okay. magnus explaining to him that he wasn’t there. alec talking about his fear, how truly terrified he was. magnus admitting how terrified he was as well. THE LOVE DECLARATION WAS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL. the kiss. the forehead touching. the second, even more desperate hug.
they are so in love with each other, they can’t live without each other. and no matter how hard it may get, they means so much to each other. this is too much, i’ve cried for like 2,5h because of this and i still wanna cry some more

- jace saving simon JIMON CONFIRMED (fight me on this)

- i would’ve killed you
i would’ve let you

- can we talk about how much jace sacrificed in this episode cause i am not okay? first he saved simon which could pretty much kill him because simon couldn’t stop himself from feeding. then he was ready to DIE because he thought he could destroy the sword. and when he could finally have some happiness back in his life, he decided not to tell clary she’s not his sister because he thought she’d be happier with simon
wow can someone just hug him and tell him how amazing he is? please

- jimon slaying together is my everything, they work so great together
dom and alberto have such an amazing chemistry on screen and i hope we’ll get to see more of their scenes in 2b because every single scene in 2a was perfect

- jace facing his abuser and defeating him! this is what i was waiting for

- simon trying to convince valentine… of course it was never going to work but it shows how precious simon is. he’ll try anything just to save clary and i just really love him

- daylighter simon! he was so happy, i’m so happy. 

- CANONICALLY ACE RAPHAEL I AM LIVING THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL (yes, i’m mentioning it again cause i’m still so excited about this)

- luke telling jace about his parabatai bond with valentine. it seriously broke my heart? only jace can understand how it must’ve felt like. and luke is clearly trying to reassure him but the pain is still so clear in his voice

- i get why luke tased maia. but it’s still so not okay? he betrayed her or at least she feels like he did. and she has every right to feel this way. she locked her up, even though he knew she’s claustrophobic. and maia has a point, luke chose clary over the pack so many times

- meliorn did warn luke and the plan did fail. this is gonna get so bad in 2b, isn’t it (i really wanna be wrong about this)

- luke fighting with valentine and stopping him from using the sword. it’s the 2nd time when luke had to stop him from destroying the world. a person who he loved with his whole heart

- I AM SO IN LOVE WITH IZZY alec and victor thought that 4:2 was kinda hard and then she came and absolutely destroyed those 4 people while being incredibly weak because of yin fen. THIS IS WHY I LOVE IZZY, she deserves the world

- izzy and alec are okay, this is everything i needed. it was so simple yet so important
and victor seeing this whole scene and how much izzy was affected. i just hope he’ll realise how badly he fucked up

- but rizzy is dead so it’s a beautiful day

- clary… i have such mixed feelings about her? yes, she slayed and she was a badass but she was also this little girl at the same time, always thinking her way is the best way so everyone should just listen to her. even if they’re more experienced than her

- madzie this is not how you treat your father! even though you saved his life but you should listen to him in the first place!

- madzie has been through so much because of this psycho. she’s killed for him, she saw simon literally bleeding out in front of her. she’s just a child, i have no idea how she’ll deal with all of this. but i realise that magnus made the best possible decision for her. being with catarina might be the only thing that could help her and she’ll be definitely safe with her

- i’m glad we finally got to see victor’s backstory. even if he actually killed someone who he claimed he loved. i don’t know, it just felt like he really wanted to convince alec that he could never be with magnus and that’s just… no

- downworlders communicating with each other while making decisions, downworlders fighting together side by side. THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL (even if it didn’t end well…)

- i’m so so happy that dot is alive. and magnus taking care of her and making her feel better is my everything 

- i just hate valentine SO MUCH? he’s been abusing and manipulating everyone in his path just to have it his own way. i just… i can’t stand him, i can’t even look at him

- valentine finally admitting that he’s not jace’s father is the only good thing that he did. at least incest is dead

- i’m so sad that alaric died, he really didn’t deserve this. he trusted luke, he wanted to make everything right and yet valentine still killed him

- and now sebastian is coming… this is bad. really bad.

Raising Kyuuta

A/N: I just NEEEEED to write a tickle fic with these two because omg so adorable and Ren/Kyuuta is such a grumpy little kid/teen haha. Doing this for my own fun, I haven’t seen the movie [Bakemono no Ko] around the community so no one might read or understand this but thats okay. I JUST WANTED TO.

Summary: Kumatetsu finds difficulties in raising the young human kid until he discovers a certain thing that makes him go weak with laughter. Now that is a unique way of taming his disciple! [platonic family tickles duhhhh]

Word Count: 1348

[9 years]

“Stop calling me fucking Kyuuta!”

“I am eating plenty, don’t tell me what to do!”

“Damn it let me sleep longer!”

Kumatetsu’s entire face twitched when he sat at the kitchen table after his first few tiring days dealing with his new disciple Kyuuta. It was one hell of a business. For a nine year old he sure had an attitude. Were all humans like this? 

The kid wouldn’t even tell him his name. He wouldn’t wake up at the supposed time, refused to react to the name Kyuuta so far despite not telling his real name, and he refused to train with him when he was ‘too tired’, a.k.a. a lazy litle shit. 

And now, after a few days more…

“Kyuuta. When was the last time you took a bath?” Kyuuta who was just busy forcing some rice with raw eggs down his throat tensed up and looked at him, his ears getting a bright red color.

“Yesterday,” he said. The dirt had literally become one with his skin and his hair looked awfully gross.

“Liar. Take a bath after dinner,” Kumatetsu ordered.


“Take a damn bath!”

“NO!” The rebellious little boy stood and banged the kitchen table, and Kumatetsu followed and their little chasing routine started again. He was so done with him. So done! 

“HA! You can’t get me!” Kyuuta roared, running around the house and around the table with a roaring Kumatetsu after him. Kumatetsu was close after him though, but when Kyuuta made another round around the table his furious master suddenly spun on his heels and changed directions.

And then and there for the first time, he won their chasing game and caught him; Kyuuta was too late to drop his speed and he ran straight into his arms.

“Gotcha!” Kumatetsu said, and he started to peel at the boy’s clothes.

“Now take these off and clean yoursefl!” His fingers were digging into the struggling body to get a grip on his shirt, and that was when Kyuuta snorted loudly and let out a cute mewling sound.

“Lehet go!” he giggled, his arms flailing and legs kicking, but there was a smile on his face. Was he looking forward to a bath after all?

“Having fun now?” Kumatetsu asked obliviously, and he continued to bring the shirt up over his head. Kyuuta jerked heavily and barked out a high pitched squealing laugh.

“AHA don’t touch me!” he yelled, and Kumatetsu dropped his shirt back down again and cocked his head. Humans were so weird. Kyuuta was being angry, but he was laughing as well.

“You are a weird kid,” he said, poking his tiny tummy, and this made Kyuuta squeak and pull back desperately to avoid his touch.

“Don’t touch me! That tickles hahaha!” he squeaked, and that’s when Kumatetsu’s face brightened.

“Ah that’s right? Humans are teeckles right?” he said happily, and he experimentally poked Kyuuta’s tummy again.

Ticklish you stupid ass-hahahaha no wait!” Kumatetsu now wiggled his fingers over his disciple’s torso, seeking out whatever touch and where would make him react the best.

“This is the first time I hear you laughing son,” Kumatetsu commented through Kyuuta’s hysterical laughter, and he lifted him easily, placed him on the kitchen table and clawed at his sides with both hands.

“I’M NOT YOUR SOHOHOHN!” Woah. The half emptied plates with rice and raw eggs got knocked over and fell with clattering noises onto the floor because of Kyuuta’s flailing arms and legs, but Kumatetsu didn’t mind now. He was rather fascinated by the ability to make the grumpy little kid laugh like this.

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anonymous asked:

May I request a poly roadrat fic where the junkers have known their s/o with long hair, so when s/o gets a new, short pixie haircut, they're like, holy shit she's gotten even cuter!

“It’s so hot”, you groaned, feeling absolutely miserable heaviness of humidity wrapped around your body. Your face was pressed into the table, your arms extended in front of you in a dramatic show of how distressed you were, drawing soft snickers from your friends. “I’m dying…”

Gibraltar’s heat was not like Australia’s, the land down under had crisp, searing heat while Gibraltar’s heat was tinged with wetness, making every single breath an effort to draw in. And it appeared that the small base was in the midst of a heatwave. It didn’t help that your hair was so long and thick, your hair pulled up into a bun so it didn’t rest on your neck. Still, it felt like your head was baking, your cheeks flushed by heat, your scalp soaked with sweat. Lucio had long since pulled his dreads into a neat bun sans his speaker beads, the Brazilian man completely unbothered by the weather. Hana’s hair was still down, saying this weather reminded her of home, and had chosen shorts and a crop top to beat the heat. Lena was on her fourth serving of patbingsu, courtesy of Mei and Hana, and seemed to be sweating as profusely at you but didn’t look nearly as miserable. 

While there was ample air conditioning units spread throughout the base, there were scheduled times that they could be run. Technically they were still an illegal organization and while they did manage their own power grids, it would be a constant drain on their system if they left the air on 24/7. So it worked in waves and in certain buildings; the training rooms and med bay always taking priority. That did nothing to assuage your discomfort however. While Jamie and Mako spent time with 

“Ah! What the hell Hana!”

The cold scoop of ice felt like heaven and hell simultaneously, your shoulders jumping as you suddenly snapped up, your damp skin peeling away from the table in the lounge. You shot her a weak glare as she laughed, smiling smugly at you before placing a hand on the top of your head. 

“You know Y/N”, Hana started as she pulled her hand away, nose scrunching up slightly when she realized just how sweat logged and hot your head was. “If you cut your hair, you wouldn’t feel half as hot. Plus you wouldn’t get all gross and sweaty!”

“Wait really”, you asked, your own hand moving into your hair, flinching slightly and shaking your hand as you pulled it away. You honestly were surprised the thought had never crossed your mind, function over fashion a norm for you and your two boyfriends. Chopping off most of your hair would be a lot easier than always trying to hide away in the med bay or begging Mei to use Snowball. 

“Yeah Y/N”, Lucio answered, stealing a bite from Tracer’s large bowl of ice. He grinned triumphantly, talking around the flavored shaved ice with his ever present smile. “A little trim and bam, you’d feel ten times better!”

“It’s why I always feel light as air”, Tracer said with a playful lilt in her voice, scooping a large bite of ice and strawberries into her mouth. “Plus you’d look super cute with a haircut love!”

“But I don’t have anyway to get into town”, you said softly, only to blink in confusion at Tracer’s snort and Hana’s eyes rolled at you. “What?”

“We can cut your hair obvi”, Hana said from across the table, eyes gleaming playfully. 

“Yeah love”, Lena said with a grin, pointing at her own mussed yet somehow stylish hairdo. “I cut my own hair, cutting yours should be easy!”

You nibbled thoughtfully on your bottom lip as you mulled over the idea of cutting your hair. It had literally been YEARS since your hair had been cut, Roadhog taking care of occasional trim of your ends. The both of them were unabashed in how much they loved your hair, Junkrat loving the tactile feel of it running through his hair and Mako enjoying braiding it on quieter, relaxed nights. A part of you was apprehensive, wondering if they would find you just as attractive with short hand while the other was excited for a change, excited to show them something new. Rolling your shoulders and releasing your bottom lip you look around at the trio you had been sitting with before nodding.

“Ah, what the hell, let’s do it!”

Junkrat was tittering giddily as he hobbled out of the training room, his hands gesticulating as he spoke to Roadhog. 

“Think I finally got it mate”, Junkrat said excitedly, eyes glittering with destructive mirth. He sighed as he replayed the scene in his head, a grin stretching so wide across his lips the gold of his teeth glittered.“That blast was a total beaut! Nice boom, wide radius, the fuckin’ tits!”

Roadhog nodded in acknowledgement, grunting softly as he looked at the demolitionist before glancing at the end of the hallway and freezing. Junkrat kept walking for a few more steps, still talking about several of the practiced explosions before realizing he had stopped. 

“Oy Hog”, Junkrat snapped out, turning to look at the mountain of a man. Jamison’s eyes looked at his mask before his brow furrowed, twisting around to follow his line of sight. “Whatcha lookin’ at mate–oh…hooley dooley…”

You stood at the end of the hall, flanked by a grinning Hana and Lena. They had tied off your hair before cutting it off, followed by washing, drying, cutting once more and styling. Hana had handed you hear phone and asked you to flip through some pics before the three of you settled on a look, a pixie cut. The top of your hair was covered in waves and curls, the sides slightly fluffy but definitely shorter than the top. They had made it appear light and fluffy and somehow effortlessly natural, fingers mussing through your locks several times until they had set it just right. 

Your gaze dropped sadly to your feet for several moments before you lifted your head again to look at your two boyfriends. They were covered in soot and sweat from training, both of their eyes round as they looked you up and down. Nibbling lightly on your bottom lip, you flinched as Lena and Hana gave you a shove, glancing over your shoulder with a glare before walking down the hallway to stand in front of them. Fidgeting with the edge of your t-shirt, you lifted your hand and ran it through your hair slowly before looking up at the both of them with a timid smile.

“Do you like it?”

“Darl I didn’t think you could get any cuter”, Junkrat stated before reaching out tentatively and running a hand through your hair. His brows raised at how soft it was before give a smirk and a titter of amusement.“Fulla surprises, aren’tcha?”

“Real cute”, Mako answered honestly, his hand lightly touching your chin and turning your from side to side approvingly. He released your chin before giving you a thumbs up, a happy giggle spilling from your lips. 

“Thank you”, you answered genuinely. 

How would the RFA + V and seran to an Mc who is a really bad cook but when she made their favorite food it surprisingly turned out great. How would they react?


  • Sweet bean baby really doesn’t like your cooking
  • He usually makes excuses on why he can’t eat your cooking (e.g. “I ate already!”)
  • But he couldn’t get out of it this time because he’s weak can’t say no to you
  • When he finds out you made one of his favorite foods, omurice, he’s so downcast
  • Yoosung just doesn’t want to hate his favorite food why does the world do this to him
  • With a trembling hand, he lifts his fork up to this mouth and takes a bite
  • The dish itself didn’t look bad, but hey, you never know
  • His face was ready to fight off the look of disgust but surprisingly, he went in for another bite
  • h o l y crappoli this was amazing 
  • He’s constantly praising you inbetween bites
  • Really proud of your drastic improvement!!
  • He can finally start to cook together with you without the fear of causing a house fire


  • You can bet that Baehee does most of the cooking in the house
  • She usually receives a packed lunch from you before she heads out for work
  • But once she reaches work, she tends to throw it away and goes for buying lunch instead
  • She feels really bad for doing so, but she can’t help it, your food makes her feel icky
  • Today was her day off, so she couldn’t get out of eating your cooked lunch and you refused to let her cook instead
  • The menu item for today was a bento
  • Knowing with your skills, gas station bento sounded more appetizing at this point
  • When she saw the look of anticipation on your face, she sighed and reached for her chopsticks
  • Upon taking a bite, her face instantly turned into one of enjoyment
  • “MC, can you pack this for my lunch? It’s amazing!”
  • She’s so relieved that all the practice turned your cooking a complete 180 towards a better path


  • You were always trying to cook him healthy dishes
  • Vegetables were always bland and mushy, meat wasn’t seasoned properly, rice was overcooked, something was always off with your cooking
  • He usually ate before coming home, so there wasn’t a need for you to cook for him
  • Not after he ate that dish that left him on the toilet for hours
  • One day you decided to surprise visit him at his studio and you made goldfish bread for everybody
  • When you walked in with the basket he greeted you, asking you what it was
  • His face paled upon hearing that it was made by you and not bought from the cart outside his house
  • Not wanting to cause a scene, he anxiously watched everyone on set take one and bite into it
  • You can imagine his surprise when everybody began devouring them one after another
  • Once he took a bite of his own fish, his face lit up with utter joy as he grabbed another fish to murder eat
  • As time went on, he learned that your baking skills were waaaay better than your cooking


  • Jumin Han, proud and powerful businessman, was afraid of your cooking
  • You rarely got to do it since there were personal chefs, but when you actually got to do it oh b o y
  • Because he loves you so dearly, he’ll try to eat most of it before telling you that he isn’t very hungry
  • He is very ecastic that you think of him enough to cook for him though, so it never goes without a ‘thank you’ and forehead kiss!
  • Tonight was one of the times you got to cook dinner and Jumin spent atleast 45 minutes mentally preparing himself
  • You decided to make a favorite of Jumin, steak
  • When you brought it out to him, he made sure to have some wine at hand for when he needed to wash down the taste
  • He proceeded to cut out his bite and much to his surprise, it was very flavorful and…
  • and well, not disgusting
  • After happily eating the rest of it, he asked if you did anything different this time while cooking
  • You admitted that you’ve been taking a cooking class in your spare time, and he was very pleased upon hearing that
  • Now you were urged to cook more frequently and maybe replace the chefs


  • Saeyoung isn’t a picky eater
  • He’s said himself that he really doesn’t care about flavor and that he only needed HBC and PhD Pepper
  • But knowing his diet, you pushed to cook for him everyday so he would be healthier
  • True to his word, he really didn’t care about the taste of your cooking, it was just really bland to him so he had no problem scarfing it down for your sake
  • On the days where the dish actually was bad, he’d still eat it all and compliment you for it (not without a ‘thank you’ either)
  • Around lunchtime he was called out of work as per usual for food
  • This time though, he was greeted by a heavenly smell
  • The smell was stir fry noodles, something he actually kind of liked
  • He took his usual seat next to you on the stools and thanked you before digging in 
  • For the first time, he genuinely enjoys the taste of your cooking
  • You even had to serve him seconds, which is a first!
  • When he finishes helping you clean up, you’re immediately picked up and spun around, “Saeyoung iF YOU DON’T PUT ME DOWN I’M GOING TO THROW UP”
  • To tame his suspicions, he hacked into your search history only to find heaps of recipes and cooking tutorials
  • He should definitely ask if you can make Honey Buddha Chips now


  • This precious, amazing, holy man
  • A man who we do not deserve
  • Eats every single thing you make with no complaint whatsoever
  • All Jihyun does is love and praise you and your cooking with many, many compliments, no matter how awful it actually is
  • Bless his soul
  • You could bring him a slice of burnt toast and he’d still eat it with a smile and thank you for it I swear to god
  • One day you served him this huge ass plate of pasta
  • And only the lord knows how much this man l o v e s pasta, because MAMA MIA
  • Imagine this skinny, lanky man engulf a large plate of pasta
  • He did mentally take note that compared to everything else, this pasta was freaking amazing give him more
  • After watching him literally absorb that plate, he has the biggest smile plastered on his face as he asks for a second plate
  • After he finishes the second plate, the shower of compliments wave onto you during the couch cuddle session
  • Eventually Jihyun passes out though because food coma
  • Please protect him, he’s too good for this world,,


  • The first time he ever took a bite out of something you made, his face immediately scrunched up in disgust
  • You know that he dislikes your cooking, but you’re determined to get better
  • Ever since then, you’ve cooked atleast one of his meals everyday, much to Saeran’s dismay
  • He loves you, so he’ll begrudgingly take a few bites out of it until he ultimately says that he can’t eat anymore
  • Try and try as you might, it always ends up with the same result every day
  • Until one day you see him snacking on some Pepero and immediately remember his love for sweets
  • So you try exactly that for breakfast
  • When he walks into the kitchen the next morning, he’s surprised to smell something sweet wafting through the air
  • You gesture him to sit down while you bring a plate of hotteok to him (basically pancake with cinnamon-peanut syrup filling)
  • He slowly takes the first bite, and afterwards he’s instantly hooked
  • “You finally made something  good, MC,” his words are muffled through his mouthful
  • But his dorky smile was the best part
Translation from Psycho-pass 下 Kougami and Akane's last scene


I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did. It was a big big surprise to me. Why haven’t I heard someone talking about this scene before?????   


Kougami pointed the dominator at the refrigerating van but it didn’t change its shape into decomposer. It was stuck in paralizer mode, it couldn’t be helped.  He dodged by a hair the refrigerator van that was running against them, stepping aside from it with all his might.

The van sped up and ran away breaking through the fence dividing the factory from the wheat fields. Rolled to the ground, Kougami jumped up to his feet and --- Akane’s figure, who was supposed to be behind him, was not there.

Kougami ran after the escaping van. Akane was clinging to the vehicle side.


Without realizing, he screamed her name. He started running with a desperate look on his face.


The refrigerator van was running fast on the farm road between the wheat fields. Akane was hanging to the side of it with her left hand. She was about to dislocate her shoulder but, come this far, she couldn’t whine about it. She desperately focused all her strength not to be thrusted out as well as not to let go of the revolver in her right hand.

From that unstable position, Akane aimed at the tire of the refrigerating van with the revolver. 

She pulled the trigger.

At the recoil of the magnum bullet, she remembered the tactile sensation of the time she had shot with Toyohisa’s shotgun*. 

The tire of the refrigerator van blew out. The van lost control and started weaving. Akane was thrown off and the refrigerator van fell sidelong and plunged into the wheat field.

“… ! …”

Akane, who had hit the ground, lost consciousness.


--- that moment, was it  shortly before the murder case of the avatars thief started?

When Akane had entered the large office at the Criminal Investigation Department, Kougami was dozing at his desk. 

Maybe he was hot after the training or something and he had taken off the suit jacket.


Without any particular reason, Akane stared at Kougami’s face. He was resting with his chin on his hands swaying his chest slowly like he was rowing a boat.  That defenseless sleeping face was really unexpected and Akane felt her heart beat so fast.

---  broad shoulders, a thick chest. Probably the type who looked thinner in his clothes than he really was. She also watched his arms carefully and they were quite thick. A muscular, masculine body. Just looking at him, for some reason she hadn’t enough of it. An incredibly well-shaped nose. The thin mouth was attractive but the lips were a bit chapped…

The sound of a ventilating fan not fitting for a contemporary building. There was no one else apart from the two of them in the large room.

--- I wonder why.

Suddenly Akane got antsy. This man --- Kougami Shinya --- someday, he will surely go somewhere far. She had such a feeling.

Kougami woke up.

“…mm?” he looked around with a confused face. “Inspector…Tsunemori?”


“I…was I sleeping?”


--- Akane awakened too.


At the same time she regained consciousness, she had an attack of severe pain.

--- that’s right, I’ve been thrown off the refrigerator van.

When Akane tried to stand up, she was kicked hard at her side.


Akane screamed, writhing in pain. She let go of the revolver.

Makishima was standing right beside her.

“Now that I think about it…Inspector Tsunemori…I should have killed you in the first place” he stated coldly. “My biggest mistake. As a result of my information gathering, I thought ‘you were the weak point of the Public Safety Bureau CID’s Division 1’. At least, that had been a correct perception until Funahara Yuki was killed…”* 

Enduring the pain, Akane crawled on the ground and extended her hand toward the revolver. Makishima raised his foot stepping on the back of her head --- . 


Kougami caught up with them with the dominator at a ready.

Makishima laughed scornfully at Akane and ran away towards the field.

“…tsk” clicking his tongue, Kougami rushed over Akane.

Akane was still trying to pick up the revolver desperately.

Instead of her, it was Kougami the one who grasped the revolver. Holding the dominator in his right hand and the revolver in the left one, Kougami was comparing the two guns with a blank expression.

“…don’t…don’t do it…” sensing that Kougami was thinking about something, Akane grimaced in sadness. “Kougami-san! There’s still room for negotiating with the Sibyl System. As long as we catch Makishima alive…”

Kougami threw away the dominator. Gritting her teeth in frustration*, Akane shed regretful tears.

“That…is your choice, Kougami-san”

“Somehow, we are like the destiny that makes a different choice at each fork road. I think we’ve not been a bad pair but… we would gradually part ways, like travelers who carry a wrong map”

“I don’t want it. At this rate, going on with your escape someone will kill you…” 

“If someone asked me how precious my own life is or so, I would be unsure but…being killed by the Sibyl System wouldn’t be too pleasant for sure. So, I’ll try to put up resistance until the end. That’s really a goodbye. Tsunemori Akane” Kougami gave her a kind glance. “…this is a matter between me and him only”

With the revolver in his hand, Kougami rushed towards the middle of the wheat field where Makishima had escaped.


Akane’s cry was heartrending but it faded away without reaching no one’s ear.





*Akane: very personal note…I’d like to underline that this is the unique, only moment when Kougami calls Akane by her first name. There won’t be any other moment in all the seasons +movie where he does it. Three syllables, just a single kanji, but it means the whole world for me.

*Toyohisa’s shotgun: here the author is referring to the moment when Akane tried to shoot Makishima with the rifle he had given her (that was Toyohisa Senguchi’s one) the day Yuki died.

*until Funahara Yuki was killed: I know that this sentence may sound strange. I mean…Makishima who simply says Yuki was killed, like he has no other information about it. I translated the passive form literally for a precise reason. Japanese often uses passive form, in particular when the action and the person who undergoes it is more important that the subject doing it. I found particularly disgusting that Makishima said “Funehara Yuki was killed” and not “I killed Funehara Yuki”, especially in front of Akane and I wanted to let all the readers know a bit about the original text.

*gritting her teeth in frustration: the expression in the original text is 奥歯を噛む. It’s used to indicate the internal struggle in making a hard choice or a hard surrender or something you’re forced to do but you don’t want to. In this case, it’s regret and frustration for not convincing Kougami to let go of his objective.

analysis attempt 3x14 - 3x20 (how do u do titles)

so i was rewatching all nygmobblepot scenes on youtube the other day and something in 3x14 felt…off
ive also seen a lot of you ask this, so this is my attempt of an answer. (if i accidentally used any existing theories please tell me or add a link)

oswald is willing to sacrifice himself for ed, he won’t let barbara and the gang hurt him and he even forgives him for what he did to his father’s remains, while ed is furious at first and later hesitant and clearly heartbroken.

so why is it that from 3x15 both are so hellbent on destroying each other??

ed’s viewpoint is easier to explain to me.
he wanted to kill oswald for what he did to isabellA and is hesitant from the moment oswald’s love for him is proven, but he still feels like he needs to kill him. oswald tells him he created ed nygma and that they need each other. ed realises oswald is right but shoots him anyway.
In 3x15 ed is taking drugs to see oswald to help him find someone to teach him how to become someone else, but oswald keeps reminding him of what ed realised just one episode ago: ed needs oswald and oswald needs ed. so, what does ed do? he becomes someone else. someone without emotions and without love, which we know he thinks of as a weakness. this arguably includes his love for oswald. to finish that transformation he dumps the pills, his last connection to the man that made his former self and that he arguably loves, into the same spot he dumped the real oswald. to change himself and to detach himself from the emotions that have hurt him so much in the past he kills oswald a second time. he says goodbye, fully convinced he will never see or need him again.
in the next episodes ed spends his time building his new identity. since the riddler doesnt have emotion, he needs to evoke emotions from the people around him. he solidifies this identity in 3x17 and even though he looks broken and arguably almost suicidal doing it he is convinced he’s on the right path.
but then it turns out oswald is alive. the reason for ed’s transformation into a stronger, to him better man, turns out to not have existed at all. what if he loses the riddler? what if he goes back to being, in his eyes, weak? he cant let his emotions get the better of him, emotions he’s convinced he doesnt have anymore. so ed decides to kill oswald again, too keep the riddler and stay free from feelings like love and regret, feelings he thought he finally got rid off by dumping the pills.
that is also why he insists oswald call him the riddler. he let barbara call him ed because they “have history”, but every single time oswald calls him ed he looks irritated and demands to be called the riddler. notice how he literally only does that with oswald? if oswald, the person tying him to his old self, calls him the riddler, he can convince himself his feeling self is completely gone, along with whatever feelings he has for oswald. (id say its definitely love, but as long as its not 100% canon let’s keep it at that)
it’s obvious ed enjoys this cat and mouse game with oswald and to me it looks like he hasn’t felt that stable and alive since 3x14, but to ed that doesn’t matter, or at least that’s what he’s trying to tell himself.

oswald’s viewpoint is a lot harder for me, so feel free to add or dispute anything. mostly their reasonings are quite similar though.
oswald doesn’t have an identity crisis but he goes from “i wont let you hurt him” to “there’s someone i need to kill” over the course of one episode. so what’s happening?
oswald let himself get vulnerable with ed. he shared his grief about his mother multiple times in multiple episodes, he basically let ed control his empire while he was bathing in the fame. and as we know, that didn’t pay off very well. ed ‘betrayed him’ (read: got his revenge) and took everything from him, even almost his life. not even breaking down to complete emotion, begging and confessions of love could stop ed, not even being willing to sacrifice his life for him after everything he had done was enough. to oswald, that’s just humiliating. oswald doesn’t beg for something he wants. he takes it. but for ed, he did beg, not even for his life, like with jim in episode one. he only begged for ed to understand they need each other.
but ed still shoots him. ed is still the last face oswald saw before he passed out, before waking up in an unfamiliar bed with a strange plant lady talking to him.
oswald is convinced that his love for ed made him weak, just as ed is convinced that love itself is a weakness. oswald’s core personality is made up of ambition, desire and revenge. he can’t let ed get away with what he did, especially not after oswald got so low as to beg for him to understand. he has let other’s, who did similar things (tabitha, butch..) live before, but this is different. he didn’t cry or beg for tabitha or butch. he didn’t give his whole self over to tabitha or butch.
oswald feels betrayed, he feels weak and he feels humiliated and to him the only way of getting back to being strong and powerful is to kill the person he percieves as responsible.

the docks scene changed both of them.
ed believes he needs to kill oswald to keep his strength and that the love he arguably feels is his biggest weakness.
oswald believes he needs to kill ed to regain the strength and power he lost and that his love for ed was the weakness that led to his empire tumbling down.

what they both need to understand is that love itself isn’t a weakness. unresolved love, full of regret, anger and fear is.
they need to learn that while love, if it isn’t protected and cared for, can turn out to be a weakness, like gertrud, but that mutual love and understanding can be their biggest strength.

i don’t expect the finale to solve this issue completely, i feel like we’d need a two hour finale about nothing but these two to do that, but i think we can expect they at least manage to start sorting through their emotions. but hey, we still have all of season 4 to look forward to.

anonymous asked:

OT5/Jinki? Please?! 💕

shinee ships shinee ships
pairing: ot5+
genre: humor, crack, band au
rating: pg-13 (droppin’ f bombs)
word count: 1340
summary: shinee’s a little drunk & jonghyun wants to know what’s minho’s favorite ship
a/n: so this is the ot5/jinki i was talking about threeish weeks ago.  since then they’ve literally gotten drunk & hung out as a group so basically i made that happen with my little wip.  you’re welcome.
special thanks to @bpash89​ for trying to help me make this better & wholly succeeding with her suggestion for jinki to give That Response.  #yes

the air is cool & a slight breeze blows against the flames of their campfire where they sit on logs set up up in a ‘u’ shape.  it’s only been an hour but taemin’s already screamed three times, mistaking bits of ash for bugs, his body folded in half with his bottle in one hand & the other on jinki’s arm, head on his shoulder. jonghyun sits next to jinki on a log shared with kibum & minho has his own perch directly across from taemin.

the group began drinking long before they sat down, a day at the beach spent in the sun, sand, & surf culminating with everyone a little drunk around a roaring fire.  jonghyun is the most plastered & jinki the least, everyone else falling somewhere in-between.

“truth or dare.”  jonghyun’s the one who asks, his words a little slurred & his eyes blinking sleepily.  taemin snorts & jinki rolls his eyes, kibum ignores the group & minho sits up a little straighter.


“what’s your favorite ship?”


“pairing.  fandom pairing.  us.” jonghyun gestures at the others with a finger pointed to the sky, looping around three times before it falls limply against his thigh.

minho takes a sip from his log, the one closest to the campfire. the stick in his hand, meant for stoking the flames, pushes against the dirt as he thinks.

“i like all my ships.  i love all of you.  i love shinee.”

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cherylxcx  asked:

STORYTELLING TIME (bc the riverdale hiatus is boring): tell me about 2 of your fav riverdale ships, 2 of your fav characters, 2 of your favorite scenes out of all 7 episodes, and tell me about the pairing you last shipped/just started shipping. a detailed analysis, 10 paragraphs, i don't care. just tell me.



2 fave riverdale ships

  • let me tell you about BETTY AND VERONICA

listen, okay

l i s t e n

i was not going to watch this show.

(and then i saw josie mccoy’s face and was like BUT BUT BUT and a friend had to tell me she’s barely in the pilot and to calm down, and then i didn’t plan to watch it anymore)

and then i saw it

the world’s fucking tenderest kiss to maybe ever be on television, which is JUST UNFAIR FOR EVERYONE DON’T YOU THINK??

camila mendes has a talent, is what i am saying, and that talent deserves so much appreciation that it actually got me to watch this show


anyway. my favorite thing about the beronica kiss is that it has absolutely nothing to do with how much i ship it. it’s just a weird fever dream bonus to everything about them that i love.

VERONICA IS JUST SO INCREDIBLY IN LOVE WITH BETTY. FROM MOMENT ONE. the train to the rest of my life speech is legit some of the gayest shit i have heard in my damn life.

i love how dedicated they are to one another. i love how they balance each other out. i love that riverdale took the classic “naughty and nice” dichotomy they had from the comics and turned it upside down and shook it, and this is what fell out

they just so clearly thrive off of each other’s energy. i love that.

but you know what i also love?

  • let me tell you about VERONICA AND CHERYL

i honestly thought for a hot minute there that i wouldn’t have interest in this show beyond beronica

and then 1x05 blessed me and watered my crops and cleared my skin and SHOWED ME THE LIGHT

it turns out, veronica directing her attentions at literally anyone is kind of all i need, and cheryl’s my GOTHIC HOT MESS OF PURE EXTRA and i adore her, and i hope one day they move into a new mansion that has a name and adopt war orphans or something.

2 fave characters

obviously you can tell i have a lot of feelings about veronica lodge, so maybe this doesn’t need saying but sorry too bad buckle up because


ironically, i spent most of my life solidly team betty.

“but Leah,” you say, “you love poor little rich girls who are POPULAR but SAD ABOUT IT and SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. cordelia chase! quinn fabray! glinda upland! summer roberts! you very clearly Have A Type!”

i know. i know i do. but i was BLINDSIDED man

i would die on a battlefield for veronica lodge.

because not only did this show give me “REGRETS HER MEAN GIRL PAST” veronica lodge. it over corrected so hard it gave me the bounty of MOM FRIEND VERONICA LODGE






the one thing i am weaker for than a sad popular girl is a girl who dances on the edge of the selfish/selfless line, who has such a big heart that she loves EVERYONE but maybe not quite as much as she loves herself. the rose tylers and rachel berrys of this world

oh wait there’s another thing i’m weak for and that is TINY BRUNETTES

veronica lodge was engineered in a science lab to hit every single one of my buttons, is what i am saying

now. i want to be very clear. i adore betty cooper, and no one on this show is more entertaining than cheryl blossom, and kevin keller is the most represented i have ever felt on television, but there was really only one other person i could say is my fave:

  • let me tell you about MY HOMELESS ASEXUAL SON, JUGHEAD JONES

“but Leah,” you say, “Jughead’s not canon ace in this show”

to which i say they can pry jughead’s lack of libido from my cold dead hands, until he says aloud on screen “i, forsythe pendleton jones the third, love doing the sex and it is my preferred method of having intimacy with my romantic partner” he can date whomever the heck he wants because, ASTONISHINGLY, ace people date! and kiss!

besides the point but aNYHOW

this kid is a fucking trainwreck and i love every inch of him

i love his ridiculous dedication to his aesthetic, i love his shitty novel, i love how much he loves his sister, i love his fwoopy bangs, i love how his reaction to being told his best friend is fucking their teacher is “wow dude sounds like you’re the victim of a sexual predator, do you need help?” rather than a high five, i love the way he delivers one-liners like he’s kind of trying not to laugh at his own jokes

riverdale isn’t riverdale without juggie

2 fave scenes out of all seven episodes


honestly, and i truly have no excuse for this, you said “what is your favorite scene” and the VERY FIRST THING that popped into my head were these moments with ronnie and kev in the back of his father’s truck, which is ridiculous, mostly because they’re not even really a scene

but it’s just. it is so fucking satisfying, man. look at these precious babies. look at how many blankets they’re under. not only is her head on his shoulder (HERE’S ANOTHER LOOK FROM THAT ANGLE) but EVERY PART OF HER is touching EVERY PART OF HIM. he is SITTING on her CAPE. do you have any idea how much trust that entails?

what strikes me about this moment is that Riverdale is succeeding at convincing me that these kids–any of these kids, really, not just kevin and veronica–are friends. that they all enjoy spending time together, that if there weren’t a murder going on they would still see each other, and that they care about each other. ironically, on a lot of teen soaps the friendships are the first thing to be ignored or cut for time, because they’re not juicy and “don’t lead to conflict” (untrue). kevin isn’t even in the core four, and yet, here he is: taking out his best girl because there’s no other out kids except veronica at his school and this show cares about kevin and what kevin does! they could have had veronica suspiciously follow hermione to the drive in and start her conflict with her mom over fred andrews early, but no. they wanted her to have a night out with her gay husband buddy.

kevin and veronica are the kind of friends who made a marriage pact two days into knowing each other. kevin and veronica are the kinds of friends who meet each other’s eyes when they find the same things funny but it would be impolite to laugh. MY KINGDOM FOR AU WHERE KEVIN AND VERONICA BEARD FOR EACH OTHER BUT THEN, WHILE FAKE DATING, BECOME BEST FRIENDS. 

and like yes, unless veronica is actually queer (which she is) her calling kevin her best gay and–more than that–interrupting his interruption to be like “GAY THANK GOD LET’S BE BEST FRIENDS” is a little bit abhorrent. but looking past the ridiculous stereotyping, what strikes me most is that when veronica says let’s be best friends she means it. she’s team kevin now, ride or die. 

this moment shows riverdale at its best: taking a shit ton of cliched tropes but blending them in a new way and showing them with a lens of kind of delightfully unexpected compassion.


it occurs to me that, despite finding my way back to it at the end, this is much less a rant about an actual scene and much more a rant about how much i love the friendship between veronica and kevin, but i’m sorry i love it that much. 

so i’m gonna try harder now on the next one

there are a lot of one-liners and moments i almost picked, even though, once again, those are not scenes (when jughead narrated that there were really only three kids in that booth and we all went IS JUGHEAD A GHOST, “slut shaming is when SLUTS get SHAMED,” “train to the rest of my life,” veronica’s face when betty comes out in the dominatrix gear, “that doesn’t SOUND like complete freedom,” PUSSYCAT RONNIE, fp jones saying he doesn’t want jughead to look at him like he’s garbage anymore….)

but then a dark horse candidate emerged:

  • let me tell you about the moment i realized ONE DAY I WILL BE ABLE TO LOVE ARCHIE

this show has an archie problem. so dedicated were they to proving that they weren’t going to do the classic love triangle, they made it so that archie barely interacts with half his friend group at all. isolating archie from everyone else with the grundy plot set this show back ages, and made archie almost totally irrelevant to the ensemble he ostensibly leads

but then we got this moment of hope:

“okay Leah yes we get it you like it when these idiot teens are friends”



this was the first hint that this show would succeed at gaining my love beyond betty and veronica. and i didn’t appreciate it at the time aside from OH LOOK ARCHIE HAS A PERSONALITY I LIKE TODAY, THAT’S NICE, but in hindsight it really is quite significant. archie and jughead are supposed to be the heart of this show; it’s good to see them act like it.

and jughead is also a sarcastic little shit and he’s my son and i love him


third place goes to the scene with betty, jughead and kevin rebuilding the murder wall and then trev shows up, which hilariously of all three of these might ACTUALLY be my real favorite scene of the whole show, for all the reasons i listed about a) the other two above and b) what i’m about to say below. sadly, though, this makes my love for it redundant and i’ve already repeated myself so much, so i’ll move on to…

the pairing i last shipped/just started shipping

  • well, let me tell you about BETTY AND JUGHEAD

i’m gonna be real with you i adore these two. i’m not fandom-y about them at all, because right now what the show is giving me is JUST RIGHT: two kids with chemistry who care about each other! we’re watching them take it slow and feel it out!

i dig the gentle vibe between them, and how they are interested in each other but mostly because they are both interested in JUSTICE and THE TRUTH and MYSTERIES

bless these idiot teen sleuths! i hope they get married and betty becomes a lawyer-slash-journalist and jughead becomes a private-eye-slash-novelist and together they start a firm called COOPER JONES INVESTIGATIONS and they solve crimes and are married, like Hart to Hart

anyway the point of this ask is that a few months ago i made a viral post about hatewatching riverdale because it’s trash but now i’m legitimately in love with it on every level so the joke is on me i guess

Voltron Hogwarts Headcanons

I was inspired by @mermaidlance after some discussion to sort the VLD crew, and I decided to make a post with some House head canons of my own, with explanations of course.

This is going to be a long post so there’s more under the cut!

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anonymous asked:

Personal most badass moment: Dani switching between calls so confidently she booked a meeting with a big deal producer with nothing but two phones in under an hour. I mean, I can barely call someone important for more than 5 minutes and she did all that??

Originally posted by herostairss

YES! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT SCENE! I’m so glad someone mentioned this to me. It was the moment where Dani was not just a bland supportive character – of course Dani as a character her back story; a character who has gone through relationships that were based money, violence, and control. In season one, we mostly saw her actress-or-celebrity side I should say. But then, we also saw her loyalty and kindness towards her true friends – Lito and Hernando. Yes, she made a terrible mistake of taking photos of them having sex. But she didn’t try to escape that situation; she risked her life to save Lito’s career (and Hernando).

To be honest in the very beginning I didn’t really like Dani, but when she showed how much she cared about Lito and Hernando, she grew on me. I adore her. And when I watched the legendary 58 minutes scene, my god, I was cheering along with Lito and Hernando. It showed, again, not only how much Dani really cares about Lito, but also how strong, independent, and proactive she is. Dani said she didn’t have any agent in the beginning of her career but that didn’t stop her – that literally proves she’s hell of a tough one to survive in film industry (not to mention building a career path by herself).

Her skillfulness, the way she persuades producer and his assistant, and her confidence – I’m sure everyone who watched this season fell in love with Dani, and I’m no exception. I think this is another reason why we love this show – is that not a single character is bland. They don’t just exist to be next to main characters. They have their own stories, pain, dilemma, strengths and weakness – they have power to have influence on main characters as well as on us.

honeywhatthefuck  asked:

Can you write a imagine for me? "Of course I'm not afraid!" + fluffy + Jackson Wang. Thank you, have a nice weekend 💙

Lazying around in the apartment during the weekends is your favorite thing to do, especially if it is with your one and only, Jackson. It can range from watching dramas all day, or be in between the sheets all day. But of course, you enjoy every single thing you guys do together, and today, it is just another day of being in front of the television, watching dramas.

“Baby, want some popcorn? ” He shouts, as you hear shuffles coming from the kitchen. You snuggle into the couch to a more comfortable position, before answering.

“Yeah, sure.”

You watch the drama running, showing a scene of a couple on a romantic date, holding their hands and walking down the flowery garden path. You suddenly feel a dip on the couch and the sound of a bowl hit the table, before someone snuggles closer to your body.

“Ahh so warm…”

Jackson sighs and puts his body on top of yours, peppering your neck and face with small kisses, his hand wrapped around your waist. You can feel his body heat, because he is literally shirtless, right on top of you.

“This is nice,” you mumble and pull him closer.

“Yeah, having you here is nice. And being with you is so much better than alone,” he continues, smiling sweetly. His warm breaths hit your skin, making you tingle.

You are totally absorbed into the drama, not noticing that Jackson is staring at you.

“Y/N, let’s do something else. I’ve seen this for like a thousand times already,” he whines and pouts his lips to get your attention.

You turn your face towards him, before asking him in a cute voice.

“Okay, what do you want to do?”

“Let’s play a game! Rock, paper, scissors.” He says excitedly as he gets up, sitting next to you, legs folded.

You stare at him, giving him the ‘are you serious’ look. He wiggles his eyebrows before continuing.

“But, with a twist. The loser needs to compliment the other person, how about that?” He suggests, still pouting to appear cute to you.

“You know I can never say no to that cute face,” you mumble. His face lights up before he puts his hand at his back, already preparing for the game.

“Ready? Rock, paper, scissors!”

You stare at your hand, curled into a fist, and his hand making the scissors.

“Aha! I win, so what’s your compliment?” You shout in triumph.

He smirks before saying, “You look cute when you sneeze.”

“I don’t know if you’re being sarcastic or not, Jackson.”

“What? I’m serious okay? How dare you push my compliment away,” he furrows his eyebrows playfully, before you punch his arm lightly.

“Okay okay, thanks for the compliment,” you smile and tilt your head, putting your hand behind your back.

“Let’s continue. Rock, paper, scissors! ”

This time, he wins the round, making him giggle like a school girl, waiting for your compliment.

“I like your eyes. It’s expressive and beautiful, can’t help but to stare,” you say as you tilt your body forward, leaning in to look into his brown eyes, watching as his eyes dilate.

“Kyaaaah, you’re cute!” He exclaims happily, pinching your rosy cheeks before continuing the game.

“Now now, next round. Rock, paper, scissors!”

“Give me my compliment,” you happily chirp after winning.

“Don’t worry, I’ll never run out of compliments about you. Okay, this might sounds unbelievable but you always, I mean, always look beautiful, even though you just woke up with that nest hair, I find you breathtakingly beautiful every time I look at you.”

“Jackson…” you are touched by that compliment. He sounds so sincere and you do not even know what you did in your past life to deserve this loving man, admiring every single inch of your body and your personality.

“Aww don’t cry!” He quickly squish your cheeks, making cute expressions.

“Now, next round! Rock, paper, scissors!” He suddenly says, catching you off guard.

“I lose again?” You stare at the scissors in your hand.

“It looks like it. I’m waiting~” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around his broad chest.

“I love you,” you whisper, hiding a blush on your face. You look away from his face, completely facing the television.

“Love you too,” he pulls you into a hug and kisses your cheek.

“But I ask for a compliment, not a confession,” he raises his eyebrows, wanting the answer.

“I think you’re such a funny person, but at the same time, serious and considerate. I love that about you.” You answer shyly.

“Awww baby that’s sweet,” he hyperventilates and pulls you again into a hug and kisses your cheek.

He really loves pulling you into his embrace, kissing you all over, and saying I love you to your ear. He wants to remind you that you are important to him, and you meant the world. He loves feeling your skin, your curves, and traces on your facial features, even though sometimes you feel insecure about yourself, but Jackson never fails to make you feel like a queen.

“Okay now, let’s play something new. Take this popcorn and try to throw it inside my mouth. If you fail, you need to kiss me.
And vice versa,” he suggests again, smiling cockily.

“What exactly are you trying to pull here, Jackson?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing babe…I just wanna spend some quality time playing games with my girlfriend who I love so much, is that wrong?” His expression turns sad, making you feel bad. You quickly hold his hands and squeeze it lightly.

“Just joking~ Come on, let’s continue,” you take the popcorn bowl and put it on your lap. You take one of the popcorn and aim to his mouth. He moves further from you, making the game more difficult.

“Okay, ready,” you say before throwing the popcorn to his mouth, in which, it fell to his lap, causing you to groan in disappointment.

Jackson puckers his plump lips, waiting for your kiss. You roll your eyes, and gives his lips a soft peck.

“Your lips is sweet,” he winks before taking a popcorn from the bowl on your lap, and aims it to your mouth.

“Okay, I’m going to throw this,” he says. Seconds later, you feel the popcorn being thrown to your forehead.

“Jackson! You did it on purpose aren’t you?” You get angry playfully, furrowing your brows together. He laughs with that high pitch laugh of his at your surprised reaction.

“Well, to be honest, I just want to kiss you,” he shrugs his head and closes the distance between both of you, as you feel his moist lips come in contact with yours.

He pulls away and giggles softly. You just roll your eyes at his cuteness, and slowly take your hand to his waist and tickle him, making him cringe and laugh like a maniac.

“Y/N, stopppp!!” He laughs loudly, his eyes shut tightly, and his hands trying to swat your hands away, in which, he is successful in doing so after a couple seconds of torture from you.

“Now Y/N, don’t play rough. You know I can be rougher,” he holds your hands on top of your head, and kisses your lips again, before winking at you, knowing exactly that you know what he meant by that.

“Whatever,” you mumble. Your cheeks are burning and your heart beat quickens.

He suddenly gets up from the couch, and turns off the television. You watch Jackson just in his sweatpants, walking to a shelf near the television, grabbing a box.

“Okay, now how about some board ga–oh my God!” He throws the box away on the floor, making you startled at his sudden shriek.

“What’s the matter?!” You jump from the couch, placing the bowl on the table and slowly tiptoeing to him. You eyes scan around the scene, until you finally see the reason behind his deafening shriek. He is frozen and glued to the wall.

“You’re afraid of spiders?” You are in shock to know that your muscular and athletic boyfriend is scared of a spider. You try to muffle your laugh by biting on your lips.

Of course I’m not afraid! Just surprised, you know. I can totally feel it’s hairy legs crawling on my skin, ugh disgusting,” he defends himself, still standing at the same spot, as he looks carefully around the box, before letting a relieved sigh and pick it up.

“Now, forget about that. Let’s play this!” He tries to change the topic, and quickly drags you to sit on the floor, as he takes out the snakes and ladder board. You smile mischievously at him, satisfied that you finally know his weakness that he tried to hide for so long.

“Okay, you throw the dice fir-why are you smirking? What are you planning huh?” He realizes you are smirking at him, an idea springs into your mind.

“The winner get to ask the loser to do anything, literally anything. Give me the dice, ” you take the dices from his hand, and throw them on the board.

“Deal! Let’s see who wins,” he smiles smugly, completely oblivious to what is in store for him.

Things I Write When I’m Bored

It’s done! Can you imagine, spending the day with Jackson, playing games, having fun? omg that’s my dream date right there

I hope you like it! <3

Originally posted by jypnior

let me kiss you

Perhaps kisses only feel right with people you love. Or, at least, people you’re attracted to.

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