ugh this moment though

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“Somehow none of it seems to matter when we’re in Dublin. Class and all that just fades away. I’m Mrs Branson and we get on with our lives like millions of others.”

Another thing we need to talk about is Frank’s tone of voice when he says “Just this once? Wh…No, No, Red, That’s…That’s not how it works. It’s…You cross over to my side of the line, you don’t get to come back from that. Not ever.” Because damn.

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Rinch in every episode: s4e05- Prophets.

I can’t get over John I-don’t-fidget Reese, stroking his thumb over his own wrist, and avoiding looking at Harold. Because he knows whose wrists he wants to caress, whose lips he wants to kiss, and he knows he only have so much self control.
But today is not the time. Today, they fight Samaritan. Today John denies himself. Today, he leans away while ignoring his burning, brimming desire for the man standing just inches away from him. 

And promises himself tomorrow.

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Stargate SG-1: Bounty (requested by apicturewithasmile)

Jaebum As Boyfriend

Requested: Hello! If you haven’t already, can you do Jaebum as a boyfriend? Thank you! I love your account!

Hello :) I’m so sorry for the selca thingy XD I wanted to ask if you could you the “as your boyfriend ” thingy for JB but I’m really sorry if you already done it and I requested it twice c:

pls do jb as a boyfriend omg

A/N: Yes the request you all have been waiting for is here. Im so sorry it took this long for me to post this. There has been so many requests for this its insane. There was more to the ones included above. I hope you all enjoy this because i am dying he is my bias wrecker why must you do this sort of thing… stop.. i am dedicated to Kim Yugyeom.

Originally posted by myjaebutt



  • Chillest and most protective bf ever
  • You wouldn’t really do much as a couple
  • Your days together would include laying on the couch together
  • Watching some movie or drama
  • HIs arms would be around your waist
  • “I need to pee, Jaebummie”
  • “Nope you’re staying here”
  • He wouldn’t let go unless you forced him to let go
  • When you aren’t doing nothing together
  • You two would be out shopping or going to see a movie
  • He’d be super smooth and flirty all the time
  • But lowkey smack himself because of it
  • He would smirk all the time
  • Even when he does intend to
  • Like you would be doing dishes and you took up and see Jb smirking
  • “What you smirking at?”
  • “Me? Smirking? Never I’m too classy”
  • In public he’d try to come off as the cold, badass boyfriend
  • But he’d be lowkey kissing your cheek
  • and holding your hand
  • because he’s afraid of you letting go and leaving him
  • even though he knows you won’t
  • EXPENSIVE GIFts
  • Your birthday? Expensive gifts
  • Your promotion at work? Expensive gifts
  • Not a reason for any sort of gift? Expensive gifts
  • Not because he likes showing off his money 
  • but because your love that you give him means to much
  • and its his way of showing you how much he loves you
  • without directly saying it
  • He wouldn’t say I love you a lot 
  • But would show it by asking you how your day was
  • or if you ate today 
  • by holding you
  • buying you things
  • offering to do things for you
  • like your doing laundry for the boys and he just wraps his arms around your waist
  • and kiss your shoulders
  • and he’d end up convincing you he’d do it 
  • OMO when he lets you meet the boys for the first time he is super SUPER protective over you
  • He’d constantly be touching your or being close to you
  • he trusts the boys and you
  • he just doesn’t want them to get any ideas
  • The boys see you as their eomma
  • Jackson especially would be like
  • “Eomma and appa buy me food”
  • You two act like its annoying but secretly think its cute
  • OKay~
  • Lets all be honest
  • sexy time with him would be GOLDEN
  • like he’d be so passionate and dominate
  • One second you would be getting your bed ready to go to sleep 
  • and the next you two are tangled in the sheets 
  • dADDY AF
  • “Baby girl, come here”
  • and he’d pull you to him, rubbing your bum gently
  • Holyshiteu
  • BASCIALLY hes a bomb bf like we all need a JB in our lives

Thank you so much for ruining my life…. ugh.. Still dedicated to my yugi though! Lets all take a moment to wish Jaebum well as he continues to get better!

admin ryu

Allen Leech and Matthew Goode in the Christmas Special.

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Bonkai + Kai hiding the ascendant (6x04 vs. 6x17)

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Bye Hye ji  👋

Cinderella and 4 Knights Ep11

anonymous asked:

st wanted to tell you that your essay on Sansa´s neglect by her family is fantastic! I´m ashamed to admit that at my first reading of the books I didn´t like Sansa very much. But now she is my favourite character (next to Arya - yes, I love them both!). Thank your very much for your intelligent and insightful post! I wish every ASOIAF fan would read this and stop talking mean things about Sansa...

Thank you!

I’ll admit, my first reading of the books, I had a hard time swallowing Sansa too (though I didn’t dislike her). I had issues with other characters too (including Arya and Jon). And I think some of the issues with Sansa people have are easy to understand. Like, there is the problem with narrative bias, where we know all these things Sansa doesn’t know thanks to Ned, Catelyn, Bran, Tyrion, and Arya, and so when you go from Bran being pushed out a window because he saw Jaime and Cersei together, Arya seeing Joffrey act like such a shit to Robb, and Ned and Cat knowing that the Lannisters are pulling shit, then see Sansa being all, “Isn’t it all lovely?” (especially after the Trident scene) you’re all, “Ugh! WRONG WRONG WRONG!”

And yeah, Sansa has her worst moment in AGOT. Though to me, it’s not going to Cersei or saying she didn’t remember what happened with Mycah (to me that decision was not just the best decision, but the only viable one), but this:

“It won’t be so bad, Sansa,” Arya said. “We’re going to sail on a galley. It will be an adventure, and then we’ll be with Bran and Robb again, and Old Nan and Hodor and the rest.” She touched her on the arm.
“Hodor!” Sansa yelled. “You ought to marry Hodor, you’re just like him, stupid and hairy and ugly!” She wrenched away from her sister’s hand, stormed into her bedchamber, and barred the door behind her.” — A Game of Thrones

Like, holy hot damn. Like, on one hand I totally get that Sansa has just been dealt a startlingly shitty blow and is being treated like crap. But on the other, the only one who isn’t being a complete shit to her in that situation is, in fact, Arya, who is being kind and genuinely trying to comfort her. And when you see ugly moments like that, it’s really hard to get on board when coupled by our superior knowledge of the situation and Sansa’s seeming obliviousness.

And frankly, I feel like the (ridiculous) pressures Sansa is under during all this are not as easy to relate to for a modern audience. When Sansa seems like the popular pretty girl who is trying to live the fairy tale dream in the midst of a lot of underdogs, yeah, it’s hard to keep these things in mind. It also helps that as of the first book, most of what we see is through the Stark lens. Like, there is the pressure to be perfect all the time, to navigate this fraught world, to deal with all this shit. But Sansa’s world seems rose-tinted near the end. When you compare that to Arya feeling rejected for being a tomboy (especially with our modern love for a rebel and rejection of traditional feminine norms), or Jon being lower status for being a bastard, or Tyrion rejected for being a dwarf, it’s kind of hard to look at the pretty, popular girl who talks about her handsome prince (whom we know is really a shit) and completely sympathize with her.

And, frankly, there is the modern misconception, (tinged with a strong dose of misogyny masquerading as feminism), that the things Sansa cares about are trivial. But when you actually look at the situation and environment, they’re actually…. really… not… like, not even a little.

Because the politically fraught problems Sansa has to deal with even from the beginning, they’re not often explored from this perspective. They’re not as familiar. To many, it’s easy to see Sansa’s problems in the first book as problems of the 1%. And it doesn’t help that she doesn’t give the fan favorite characters what they want.

Unfortunately, this leads to a lot of people carrying this impression over to other books and refusing to reflect or consider the underlying issues later on (which is where people start to piss me off where Sansa is involved). 

And yet, under the veneer of the medieval culture and the antiquated roles that Sansa seems to naturally fall into, her problems even in the first book suddenly become more understandable upon examination. Like, many of her issues with Arya… Frankly, there are quite a few things Sansa says/thinks about Arya that are true. Arya does do things like randomly talk about how Jon thinks Joffrey looks like a girl in a room where HIS SISTER IS SITTING. I’m sorry, but that’s… That’s behavior that totally warrants the reaction, “Oh god, what if she does something embarrassing or inappropriate?” Keep in mind, I do love Arya. And Arya is a kid. But she does do and say some incredibly inappropriate stuff in really bad settings. And when you take that into account, suddenly some of Sansa’s thoughts in the first half of the book don’t seem so uncharitable. 

And, let’s face it, we’ve all been in high pressure situations where we felt out of our depth, and have been required to impress people. And that’s Sansa’s whole situation. We’ve had that person whom we’re worried will mess up our chances of making the good impression we need to make. That’s something we’ve all had to deal with, and Sansa in A Game of Thrones, represents that more than anything. She just has the added pressure of being legal property and having no idea what the fuck is going on. 

But honestly, the fact that people can’t and/or refuse to re-examine Sansa’s stuff in A Game of Thrones is when I get super mad. Like, if Sansa’s not your favorite character, or you think she’s boring (I have friends who feel this way), no problem. I have characters I feel that way about. But when it becomes bile or outright false bullshit like “She’s stupid and doesn’t develop at all and never learns!”, or horrific shit like, “She was a bitch for not loving/bowing to Tyrion!”, that’s when I get pissed.

There are more people who get to love both Stark sisters. I like/love both Stark sisters (when I played WoW, my primary character was a human hunter named Arya Stark with a wolf named Nymeria). But the stuff leveled at Sansa just brings out the Mama Wolf in me. 

And I honestly don’t get why people can’t love them both. I feel like the people who like one and hate the other are exactly the sort of people their favorite Stark sister would hate with a fiery passion. 

This is Home (Now I'm Finally Where I Belong)

Summary:  It’s been eight months since she’s last seen him. Eight months since she stood in that same airport and sent him off to the other part of the world. No matter that all she wanted was to do was keep him with her or go with him. Unfortunately, neither had been an option at the time.

  • Universe: Arrow Military AU
  • Main Ship: Olicity
  • Rating: PG
  • Content Warnings: None
  • Word Count: 1438

Felicity was pacing back and forth in what small space she had in the crowded “Welcome” hall of Starling Airport.

It’s been eight months since she’s last seen him. Eight months since she stood in that same airport and sent him off to the other part of the world. No matter that all she wanted was to do was keep him with her or go with him. Unfortunately, neither had been an option at the time.

Most of her friends told her repeatedly how it was a bad idea to be in a long distance relationship. Her mother told her frequently that she was too young for that type of commitment. That she and Oliver were never going to work.

But Felicity didn’t listen.

Sure, she appreciated that they were looking out for her and didn’t want to see her hurt, but the truth was that neither one of them knew what it was really like between her and Oliver. The idea that she could have found her soulmate at 19 was something that most adults deemed as ridiculous.

“You’re so young! You have yet to see the world!” “Oh, you just think like that because you’re fueled by your hormones.” “It couldn’t possibly be this serious.”

She’s heard it all.

Sure, she and Oliver have had their difficulties, just like every other couple out there. Sometimes they blew things out of proportion. Hell, they even broke up once. Fortunately, it took them exactly four days and three hours to calm down and realize that being apart wasn’t an option.

When Oliver had told her that he’d enlisted in the army, she’d been upset. Very upset. Not because he was going to go away - well, not so much about that - she was happy that he’s found a way to achieve his goal. She knew he wanted to make the world a better place and she wasn’t going to stop him. What upset her was the danger he was going to be in. The constant, life-threatening danger. She’d worried herself sick over it.

Felicity even asked Oliver to promise her he’d come back. He didn’t. He couldn’t. And it killed her, because she knew the reason why. He didn’t want to make empty promises to her. She knew he was taking the situation seriously.

The first month was the hardest.

The adjustment of not having him near her, or not being able to call him when she wanted to hear his voice. Her bed seemed so much bigger without him in it. His shirts only did so much to comfort her, especially since she had to wash them at one point.

Instead she settled on sending him care packages and writing him letters, feeling a little like a heroine from a World War movie.

She wrote to him weekly, no matter that he rarely wrote back to her. She knew he wasn’t allowed to say much about what he was doing. She understood.

But then came September and her classes at MIT started and her daily routine got a lot busier. She still missed him and thought of him daily, but she had college to keep her busy.

When things got especially bad, she’d call up Tommy and Laurel - and they would all miss him together.

Then, just before Christmas, she got a letter from Oliver telling her that he was about to be moved to a location that was top secret and their communications would be cut off. Of course, he’d apologized, told her he loved and missed her, told her how the thought that he was fighting to keep her safe was the only thing that kept him going most days. Confessed that he was ready to come home to her.

She ended up crying for the rest of the day and emptying a bottle of wine all by herself.

So imagine her surprise when she got a call from a Major Lance ten days ago, telling her that Oliver was coming home.

She’s been counting down the minutes ever since and made sure to book tickets back to Starling for the appropriate date. Classes and homework be damned. There was nothing short of an apocalypse that would have been able to stop her from welcoming him home.

Her eyes had been glued to the arrivals screen since she entered the airport. Her heart beat quicker with each single minute that brought him closer to landing.

Her phone rang and she welcomed the distraction. According to the caller ID it was Thea calling.

“Is he here yet?!” Oliver’s little sister asked impatiently

“No, not yet, should land any moment though.” Felicity replied.

“Ugh, I want to see him.”  Felicity didn’t need to see her in order to know the ten year old was vibrating with excitement.

“Me too,” Felicity sighed.

“You’ll call when you’re on the way right? Because everything has to be ready!”

“Promise.”

With that the call ended, leaving Felicity with a smile on her face. She and Thea had become a lot closer this past year.

Planning Oliver a surprise ‘welcome home’ party had been Tommy’s idea, but once Thea caught wind about it, it turned into a monstrosity.

Their friends and family were all currently at the Queen mansion, waiting for Felicity to call them.

Flight 5902 from Kabul has landed in Starling Airport.

The automated voice announced and Felicity found herself itching to get closer to the doors that would lead her to Oliver.

She couldn’t. And it sucked.

So she started pacing again, her eyes shooting upwards every time she heard the soft ‘woosh’ sound of the doors being opened.

Her anticipation grew with each person that walked out of them that wasn’t Oliver.

Until it was.

She saw him the moment he was within her eyesight. His uniform standing out in the sea of suits and casual wear.

He seemed tanner than when he left, his arms were broader than she remembered, accommodating some very impressive muscles that she was going to be very appreciative of later. His hair wasn’t in a buzz cut anymore and the stubble he was sporting  made her mouth go dry.

All she knew, was that one moment she was looking at him and the next she was running full speed towards him, shouting his name and pushing people out of her way.

It was a blur, both in her head and in her heart, and she was sure that the only thing she would remember later would be the feeling of being hauled into his arms with her legs crossed against her middle as they pressed the other as close to them as they could.

Oliver’s lips were on her face, quicker than she could greet him, peppering her cheeks, forehead, chin and nose with kisses.

Oh how she’s missed this.

Missed him.

“Hi,” she gave him a cheesy grin, her hands traveling up the back of his head, roaming through his short hair.

“Hi,” he whispered back, pulling back a little so he could make eye contact with her.

“Welcome home,” she whispered, cupping both his cheeks.

“Not yet,” Oliver smiled.

Before she could so much as ask what he meant, his lips met hers in a kiss.

She understood.

And she agreed.

Wholeheartedly.

That kiss, was such Felicity was sure she was going to cherish for the rest of her life. It filled her heart with warmth and made her body tingle all over from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

“Now, I’m home.” Oliver returned her sappy smile, rubbing his nose against hers, as they caught their breaths.

He put her down on her feet and bent down to grab his bag again.

In turn, she snaked an arm around his waist.

“You should only wear this.” she winked at him playfully as his free arm embraced her shoulders.

“Pretty sure you’ll like me more out of it.” Oliver teased her back as they maneuvered between the crowded place on their way to the car.

“We’ll have time for that later.” Felicity told him, her fingers tightening around his left side.

“Wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise party.” Oliver chuckled and his amusement only grew when he saw the shocked expression on his girlfriend’s face. “Thea and Tommy are as predictable as it gets.” he added with a laugh.

“Besides, we will have time for that later.” he said after a moment, his voice somber. “Because I’m not going anywhere. I know I did good over there, but I can’t handle being away from you and my family. We’ll have all the time in the world.”

Ugh though, this moment. This moment that is going to make Darth Vader, well…so Darth Vader. 

Ahsoka could have returned to the Order. She could have said “sure” and just let bygones be bygones, and she would probably have been knighted. They said “this was your Great Trial.” And if she had been knighted, then that would have meant Anakin had successfully raised a Padawan, which would have earned him the rank of Master (perhaps with some other notes, but this was the big one). Which might have led to less insult and made it more difficult for Sidious to turn Anakin against the Council. 

But instead, Ahsoka left.

Of course, Sidious would have found other ways to turn Anakin to the Dark Side. Murdering Ahsoka and then blaming her death on the Council’s failure, or freeing Barriss and manipulating it so Anakin hunted her and killed her and embraced the Dark Side…but as it happened, Ahsoka left.

And Vader is going to blame her. He’s going to hate her. He’s going to feel furious at her because she walked out on him and the Council, and if she had only stayed, he would have been loyal to them, and he would never have joined with Palpatine and murdered his own wife, even if Padme had died in childbirth, he would have had his child to raise…but because Ahsoka left, he didn’t get any of that.

And thus…yeah.