ok so not to get controversial but how’s it that Press It™
didn’t get that award today?? Press it was literally the highlight of 2016 a consistent and unique album?? Jimmy Hendrix himself was brought to tears when he heard that guitar intro in One by One, Michael Jackson communicated with Taemin through a dream and just looked at him and told him ‘u did it son’ after he saw those moves in Drip Drop, the CEO of iTunes decided to delete every single song in the ballad category after he listened to Soldier for the first time should I go on? #PressItDeservedBetter
In your amazing druid spy turned paladin lance au ( which i love to pieces btw) is lances hair still brown when he looks altean? Or is it another color?
No, his hair is white like his mothers.
When he went to Earth and found the McClains, he wanted to make his real hair less like Haggar’s and more like the McClains’ hair color.
So he kept his hair as close as possible, and when he found out that human’s have dyes for their hair, he bought one of the do it yourself packs and started to dye his real hair a nice dark brown (it helped that his hair was completely white so he didn’t have to bleach it or anything).
And he stopped really changing his hair through his camouflage and show his real dyed hair. And that’s not the only hair color he chose, sometimes he would dye it blue or red, he even did a bright pink once, mostly because he never really got to change his hair. If his mother found him making his hair, or anything of himself, unique or special to only him, she would be furious and ‘teach’ him otherwise. And finally being able to not only go through with some of those choices, but have the full support of a family behind him, he pretty much went all out.
He even got a tattoo on himself.
But once he was back out into space, he didn’t have that supply of hair dye anymore. It took a couple of months, but the dye slowly started to come out of his hair and he had to start camouflaging his hair again so that the others didn’t get suspicious. He even started to fear showing his uniqueness again, hiding his tattoo or anything unique about himself, especially when it gets found out that he’s Altean. He sort of shrinks in on himself and hides away.
Sun Woo - He would be okay with it but wouldn’t like the fact you could easily get in danger. He’d constantly want to protect you even though you can do that yourself and would be over the moon if you humour him once in a while.
“No no no, you can’t just go there alone! Let me accompany you.”
Ji Dwi - He’d be in complete denial and treat you as nicely as he would were you not in Hwarang. Every instructor would probably go easy on you for unknown reasons and he’d take great pride in seeing you being on the top of the class, above all the annoying guys.
“Wow, you really nailed that exam, everyone else failed!” “I know what you did.” “Yes, I failed.”
Soo Ho - He’d be conflicted. He’d love it and find it amusing, but at the same time, he’d also want to see more of your innocent and gentle side. However, that doesn’t mean the two can’t go together, he’d encourage himself.
“She’s… unique. I might like her even more than Queen Dowager.”
Ban Ryu - He would probably be a bit intimidated with the fact you’re just as dangerous as any other guy from the Hwarang, but would secretly love it and want to spar with you from time to time.
“Do you want to… practice together? I mean, you need to improve.”
Yeo Wool - What he’d love the most is relaxing in the shade watching you practice so he wouldn’t mind you being in Hwarang at all. He’d be very supportive and get excited whenever you get in a fight with a guy because he knows you’ll beat his ass.
“Saying good luck is everything I can do for you, she’s a tough one.”
Han Sung - He wouldn’t think much of it, but would be extremely proud of you. He’d support you with all his heart and would love to watch you practice while waiting for you to make a break and have lunch with him.
“Make a break, jagiya! I have brought some really nice things to eat!”
So this is my first fic request from @2jaekisses with the prompt “cop!youngjae and badboy!jaebum”! I’ve never done a fic request before so I was really nervous about this and I don’t know if you wanted it this angsty but it gets fluffy and flirty at the end I promise!
Rated: T Progress: Completed/One-Shot Pairing: 2jae Word Count: 10,283 ao3 linkaff link
What started off as a routine call for small town cop Choi Youngjae turned out to be anything but when he met a foul-mouthed, bad-tempered man named Im Jaebum.
Important Author’s Note: There is some implied homophobia from an OC who isn’t actually in the story. However, a conversation will take place where one homophobic slur is mentioned. I just wanted to mention this ahead of time.
Based on a random headcanon @camiluna27 proposed like an hour ago. And I made this trash.
-Title: IN THE KNOW-
The first thing Engine knew of Spy finding out, was the exact moment his laboratory door exploded inward with the force of a furious frenchman’s foot.
“YOU KNEW!” accused the masked man, blatantly seething.
Engie, trying to diffuse the situation, doesn’t rise to the bait. “Ah know many things, Spah, you mind tellin’ me which thing you’re on about?”
“Zhe bushman has been defiling my SON! And I am zhe last on zhe base to know about zhis-… zhis-… blatant manipulation of a minor?!” Spy cries, furious, but perhaps not finding quite the right words in English.
Amused, but patient, Engie puts down his tools before responding. “Now, see here Spook the kid’s nearly thirty he ain’t no minor-”
“Physically, per'aps, but–” interjects Spy, before Engie can talk over him again.
“…-and he’s a tad immature at times but it don’t mean he can’t make his own decisions. The kid knows what he’s on about, and ah’m getting the impression it’s more about the who, than the fact he’s in a relationship with another man…”
“Well of course that does not matter, it would be ‘ypocritical to scorn such a union, but my point is zhat of all zhe men 'ere… 'e chooses zhe one man who likes to fling PISS at people for fun!” stresses the exasperated Spy, hands flailing as he tried to impress on the stocky Texan the gravity of the situation.
“Mmmm, ah know you two don’t see eye-to-eye but Sniper’s a good man and Scout couldn’t have done much better -or worse, come to think of it- outta the people here. Least it ain’t BLU’s Sniper…” he gets the dig in there, because who could resist.
The horrified expression on Spy’s face was worth it. “Mon dieu… per'aps we should thank god for small miracles zhen, I could not attend a wedding where zhey replace confetti with jarate…”
Engie snorts. “Now where'n the hell’d ya get that idea, Spook?”
It’s awesome how Yana made him look different from our Ciel! Everything about his expression and the way he carries himself is unique. He’s so similar to Vincent! It’s going to be really strange having someone with Ciel’s face who acts completely different. I have so many questions and I’ve been screaming internally all day (HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FOCUS ON LIFE WHEN I’M THIS EXCITED), but I’m glad we’re finally going to find out the truth!
“Not Lyonel,” Ormund said. “And certainly not any of the storm kings.”
“Or any of the Targaryen kings,” Rhaelle added. “He must have a name unique to himself, our boy, a name that does not bring to mind an illustrious ancestor whose glorious deeds he would be expected to live up to, or even surpass. An ancestor to whom he would be constantly compared.”
“And be found perpetually wanting, for how could anyone compete with the dead?” Ormund said emphatically. He knew that trap full well, having been named by his lord father after a storm king of old. (“Had I named you Arlan after the great King Arlan III Durrandon, my disappointment would have been even greater,” Lyonel Baratheon was fond of throwing this in his son’s face, whenever father and son disagreed on a matter.)
“A name we choose only because we love the sound of it,” Rhaelle said. “Only because it gives us joy to call our boy by that name.”
“Have you one in mind?”
Rhaelle smiled. “There is a name I have always been fond of. It was the name of a knight who fought for Ser Dunk … for Ser Duncan, when he faced the trial of seven at Ashford. He was the first knight to offer to fight on Ser Duncan’s side, my father said.”
“Ser Steffon of the red apple Fossoway. Your father told me the same story, when I was serving as his squire.” King Aegon had also told Ormund of his effort to convince Ormund’s own lord father to be one of the knights fighting on Ser Duncan’s side, an effort that involved the accidental overturning of wine over Lyonel Baratheon’s head. But that story had been told in the days when the king and Lord Lyonel were still fast friends, when it was still a story that would bring forth only laughter and fond memories, not anger, bitterness and sorrow.
“We would not be naming our boy for Steffon Fossoway, of course,” Rhaelle continued. “We would only be borrowing his name, because Steffon rolls off the tongue so delightfully.”
“Steffon. Steffon Baratheon,” Ormund said out loud, trying out the name.
in the pocket of his jacket for his phone and then realized he had no idea what
her number was. Magnus’ phone, it would be in that. He patted down his pants’
pockets and then his jacket before he found it and tapped the screen to find
what he was looking for. If it had been any other situation, he would of gotten
a kick out of seeing Magnus’ screen saver was a picture of them together.
the number and waited. And waited. Caterina wasn’t answering, the call going to
its Alec Lightwood, there’s something wrong with Magnus. I just came home and
found him on the floor out cold. Please call as soon as you get this.” He hopped
that Caterina was able to make sense out of the message, the words had flown
out of him in a panicked rush. The loft was in darkness now, the only light
coming through the balcony doors from the lights of the city. Alec needed there
to be light. The dark was too depressing. Fear lived in the dark.
removed Magnus’ head from his lap and got up and turned on the lamps before
returning to him. He sat with his back against the sofa and as gently as he
could, pulled Magnus close to him so his upper body was lying in his arms
against his chest. He ran a finger down the side of his face, feeling the
warmth of his smooth skin. Most of the time when they were together like this,
they were in their bed, surrounded by red satin sheets. It usually only took
the slightest of touches for Alec to be able to wake the warlock and be rewarded
with the sight of those beautiful amber cat’s eyes glowing back at him and that
pretty mouth curved into a smile that was just for him.
God, how he
prayed that it would happen now. He checked Magnus’ phone again but there was
still no reply from Caterina.
Baby, wake up. I need you to wake up.” He said, holding Magnus closer to him
and burying his face in the spiky tufts of his hair. He closed his eyes and
took in the scent that was all Magnus’ own. How he had come to love that smell.
It was as exotic as the man himself. Completely unique.
the first time I ever smelt you. It was the day we first met at your old lair
and we’d just put down that Circle member that was attacking you. You came up
to me afterwards to introduce yourself. I remember thinking I’d never seen
anyone like you before and how you made my heart race, just by standing in
front of me. You probably thought it was me just being a big dork stuttering
like I was but it was because the second you came near me and I could smell you
it just made all my sense want to leave me.” He told him. He bent his head and
placed a soft kiss to Magnus’ forehead. But the warlock slept on.
believe now what an idiot I was for so long. All that time wasted when we could
have been together.” He gave a small laugh, as he looked down, watching his
face. “But you knew, didn’t you? You knew before I wanted to admit it to myself.”
He traced a finger over his perfect lips.
gave up on me, did you? Even when I proposed to Lydia and was determined to go
through with it, you kept going. The hardest thing I’d ever done to that point
was denying how I felt about you to your face that day when I came to see you.
I told myself I came just to ask you about finding the warlock who had made the
potion that Jocelyn took, but it was
because in spite of everything else I still wanted to see you, I thought, for
the last time.” Alec put his head back against the sofa closing his eyes and
letting the memory take over his mind.
“You have no
idea how much it ripped my guts out to stand there with you talking about love
and the way you made me feel without giving in to those feelings. You were
right on the money when you said you knew I felt what you did. And it scared me
shitless. I’d never been so utterly attracted to someone before let alone
another guy. Not even the stupid crush I had on Jace.” He took a deep breath
remembering that moment and then the horrible way he had snapped back at
Magnus, determined to live the lie that Magnus had confronted him about.
every ounce of will power I had to walk away from you that day. I thought I’d
never see you again, and it was almost too painful to bear it.” Alec looked
back down at him, feeling a similar pain once more. He placed a soft kiss to
his lips, trying to will Magnus awake but he remained unchanged. He could feel
tears stinging his eyes. He couldn’t leave him, not now. He had to come back to
him. He looked at the screen of the phone. Where the hell was Caterina and why
wasn’t she calling back?
“You have to
wake up now, Baby, please, I can’t loose you. I never wanted to feel this way
again, like I did after the attack on the Institute and I couldn’t find you.
I’d never been so scared in all my life at the thought of you being hurt, or
worse. At least I can hold you this time, be with you even though you don’t
know it. I love so much Magnus Bane. Please come back to me.” Alec felt the
tears run down his cheeks and fall onto Magnus’ waistcoat with a soft plop. He hugged him even tighter to him, and buried his
face into his neck.
He had no
idea how long they had sat there for, on the floor of the quiet apartment. Alec
slowly became aware of something touching him. He could feel the warmth of a
hand on his face and he gave a slow smile. Then he felt warm lips on his and he
instinctively kissed them back, his own hand reaching up to go around the back
of a neck, forcing them to press harder. Suddenly the fog in his mind cleared
and he pulled back, his eyes flying open.
still in his arms but this time those beautiful amber eyes glowed back at him
only inches from his own. A soft smile curving his lips.
You’re awake! Oh by the angel! I thought… I mean.. I didn’t…” He stammered.
Magnus gave a small laugh and held a finger up to press it against his lips.
alright my love, I know. I’m so sorry I made you go through that, not knowing
what was wrong with me. I know what you must of been feeling, having been there
myself after you lost yourself in your parabatai tracking that time. I nearly
went out of my mind.”
happened? Why couldn’t I wake you up?”
“I was with
Caterina on a job that had required us to burn through quite a bit of magic.
She was very weak herself but I managed
to talk her into leaving and I stayed to finish up. I knew my own magic had
drained me but I thought if could just get back here and get to my elixir I’d
be fine. Seems I underestimated a little. Making the portal to get back here
finished me off, I’m afraid. I was completely spent, Alexander, that’s why I
was so unresponsive.” Magnus explained.
nearly out of my mind worrying about you, Magnus. I came home and found you on
the floor like that, it was horrible. I tried calling Caterina but she never
rang me back.”
probably asleep as well. Once a warlock depletes their magic to that extent,
the only way to recover is by sleeping it off. The elixir I have can revive it
but not when it gets that bad.”
at his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around him tightly.
that to me again, Baby. I can’t go through this for a third time. Promise me
you’ll stop before you get that bad. The thought of you passed out somewhere
where I couldn’t get to you is too much to think about.”
pulled back from him so he could look into Alec’s deep hazel eyes. He put a
soft kiss on his lips and smiled.
Alexander. I don’t want to cause you that much worry if I can help it. What do
you say we get off this floor and go to bed?” he purred.
He stood up
and offered him a hand. Alec took it, hauling his tall frame stiffly off the
floor. He rubbed his butt, wincing at the numbness from sitting for so long on
the hard surface.
“Need a hand
with that?” Magnus said, smirking at him, one elegant eyebrow arched. He
reached his arms around him and started to push his hands down into the back of
Alec’s jeans. Alec grabbed his arms to stop him.
kidding me? You need more rest, we’re going to bed and you’re going back to
sleep.” He told him, determinedly.
Magnus crooned and he grabbed the front of his shirt and started hauling him
off in the direction of the bedroom door. Alec thought about trying to resist
him but once again he knew he was powerless when it came to the wonderful
Magnus Bane. This time he wasn’t even going to try.
I have only played DA Origins and never played Inquisition but I am very concerned about the tiny creampuff going to fight big monsters and evil people. I have to protect him. *wraps Eremes in bubblewrap*
Odo is such an important Star Trek character because more than any other character I’ve seen, he illustrates what it’s like to grow up different from everyone else and how that difference shapes you. This scene fucking guts me when I watch it. I order to fit in, he was forced to participate in the othering of himself. His uniqueness is fine as long as it only comes out in ways that are palatable for society. The rest of the time, he was to look and act like everyone else, regardless of how unnatural it feels for him. And it just leaves him feeling bitter and alone.
Hi, could you do a ship with me? I'm about 5'7, have short brown hair, blue-greyish eyes and pale skin (some people call me a vampire). I like classical music and thriller/detective books. Actually, I also contain loads of self-hatred and craziness. So yup, that's me. :")
I ship you with:
Okay, you may not be short, but he calls you short (even though that’s not fair he’s literally 6′0″.)
He loves your eyes because they are so unique??? He just loses himself in your eyes. He’ll be talking and he’ll just zone out cause your eyes are so pretty.
If anyone calls you vampire in front of him they’re gonna get it. Because you’re a wonderful human being who he doesn’t deserve how dare they call you vampire.
Sherlock will play his violin for you 25 hours a day 8 days a week because he knows how much you love classical music. (He tried to teach you how to play the violin. That didn’t end well.)
He knows you love detective books, so whenever he can, he takes you out on cases with him. You’re in awe at how good he is.
Whenever you make any sort of self-deprecating jokes, Sherlock swoops in out of nowhere and just attempts to be affectionate and point out how “you’re actually above average compared to others of your species”.
General cuteness and fluff because you’ve made him more human.
On this date in 2011, Kevin Spacey attended the memorial service for actor Pete Postlethwaite at Saint Leonard’s Church, in Shoreditch, East London. February 16, 2011.
Peter Postlethwaite starred with Kevin in two films, The Usual Suspects as Mr. Kobayashi, and in The Shipping News as Tert Card.
“No one was like Peter. He was a great man of the theatre as well and carved a unique life for himself in film. He probably wasn’t appreciated as much as he should have been, but I suspect that the country will come to regard him as a national treasure. For the rest of the world he was a guy we could all understand, empathise with and be frightened by. We will all treasure his performances and remember him with fondness and enormous admiration.” ~Kevin Spacey
My earlier post about last night’s episode and @charlie-bradcherry‘s reply really got me thinking about the archangels in Supernatural. So behold my long rant about these characters whose importance I believe is not stressed nearly enough in the overarching plot of SPN.
The archangels were the first angels in existence. They were created allegedly for the sole purpose of assisting God in fighting back the Darkness. They are, in Castiel’s words, “fierce, and absolute. Heaven’s most terrifying weapon.” Right underneath God and the Darkness, they are the most powerful and lethal beings in existence.
We all know this. But there has to be more to the story.
Michael and Lucifer, to begin with. Their bond had been so strong and so unique, and Michael himself stated, “You know, my brother… I practically raised him. I took care of him in a way that most people could never understand. And I still love him.” [5x13].
And it’s clear that Lucifer still loves Michael too, as proven by the initial hesitance to fight him when the time came in Stull’s Cemetery. He actually pleaded with Michael to just “walk off the chessboard” [5x22] and forget about fighting one another, because there was no point in doing so. He’s Satan, evil reincarnate, and he doesn’t want to fight. And Michael actually pauses, because here is the first time we see him break away from the straight path God has set him on, and he allows his brother’s pleads to reach him if only for that moment.
I want to see their relationship with each other on a deeper level. I want to see the history behind Michael and Lucifer. I want to see more hesitation, more love, more pleading, because these are the two oldest brothers in existence and they don’t want the other to die and they love each other. I want to see Michael’s struggles with being split between duty toward his Father and fierce love for his brother. I want to see more of Lucifer from S5, when he was sorrowful and heartbroken at the prospect of fighting and killing his brother, but that he was driven to this point and that this wasn’t fucking fair to him.
Going forward, we have Raphael. Heaven’s Healer. What happened to him? When one thinks of a Healer, we think of someone compassionate, empathetic, soft, gentle, encompassing the ability to heal body, mind, and soul. This is NOT what we see in Raphael. Instead, we have this cruel, cunning, manipulative entity, who does not hesitate for a moment in killing his own brethren that refuse to join in on his crusade. And his crusade is to restart the Apocalypse so that Lucifer and Michael can have their death match. WHY?
Because “We’re tired. We just want it to be over. We just want… Paradise.” [5x03]. If you look and listen carefully, Raphael’s voice wavers and he actually looks damn near close to tears here as he looks toward Castiel. And prior to that, he tells Castiel and Dean, “[God’s] dead, Castiel. Dead. There’s no other explanation. Do you remember the 20th century? Think the 21st is going to be any better? Do you think God would have let any of that happen if he were alive?… You’re living in a God-less universe.” [5x03]
He’s the first angel seen on the show that openly states and displays his complete loss of faith in God. The Healer has become the Executioner. But despite this, it seems like Raphael has a small, quivering hope that by bringing back the Apocalypse, by allowing Michael and Lucifer to fight, that Paradise will return. And Paradise has God, and his brothers, and peace. He wants this back. He is desperate for this.
Castiel: The Apocalypse doesn’t have to be fought! Raphael: Of course it does. It’s God’s will. Castiel: How can you say that?! Raphael: Because it’s what I want. [6x20]
Last but certainly not least, we have Gabriel. The youngest. The one who ran away from Heaven and hid from his family, who for all intents and purposes denounced his Christian roots and became Pagan, adopting the name Loki and forgoing the name Gabriel for centuries. He’s the one, besides the mentions of Michael and Lucifer’s history, whose backstory we get to see the most. S5E08 “Changing Channels” gives us great insight into Gabriel’s motivations and past.
Gabriel: You don’t know anything about me. I loved my Father, my brothers. Loved them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other’s throats? I couldn’t bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it’s happening all over again.
Gabriel: I want it to be over! I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, Hell, I don’t care who wins. I just want it to be over.
But during S3E11 “Mystery Spot”, Gabriel’s motivations were a bit more on the side of halting the Apocalypse altogether. He tries to instill a lesson into Sam, telling him that “nothing good comes out of it” when it comes to sacrificing himself for his brother, and vise versa, but “blood and pain.” This sounds like it comes from personal experience. What if Gabriel tried to mediate between Michael and Lucifer, and got hurt in the process? What if this happened multiple times? And when Sam still refuses to listen and pleads for Dean’s life once more, Gabriel gives up (”You’re Travis Bickle in a skirt, pal. I’m over it.”). He gives up putting a stop to the fighting, and, like Raphael, wants it over with so that they can achieve the end result. He wants the fighting to stop, one way or the other. He loves his brothers fiercely, and loves his Father as well, and that’s what gets him hurt in the end.
Along with this, Lucifer and Gabriel’s relationship is something to explore deeper. It’s clear that these two had a strong bond in Heaven as well (”Don’t forget: you learned all your tricks from me, little brother.”) [5x18], and obviously killing Gabriel very well seemed to traumatize Lucifer in a way. Along with that, Gabriel actually was going to kill Lucifer. He had his blade poised and ready, and was about to strike until Lucifer turned it on him. I would have loved to see the thought processes surrounding these two in these moment, and I would have loved to see more in regards to their relationship.
And the interactions that never made it on screen, like Michael & Gabriel, Michael & Raphael (these two were working together, how did we never see any interaction between them?!), Lucifer & Raphael, and Raphael & Gabriel. These are all so important.
THEIR HISTORY AS BROTHERS AND ARCHANGELS IS SO UNDERMINED IN SPN. These powerful beings, Heaven’s most terrifying weapons, may very well be what is necessary to defeat Amara, should they be brought back. Their interactions and relationships with one another is crucial to make this work, and would provide excellent and much much needed insight into their backstories. We just need more archangels in SPN.
Okay. I’m done for the moment. Please feel free to add on any of your insights that I didn’t get to if you wish!! I could talk about archangels all day.
okAY but his demeanor is just... the most attractive and intriguing thing to me. The way he carries himself especially around other people he has such a presence but you can kinda feel that he's consciously not drawing attention to himself and so shy and gentle but the gears are whirring in his head don't be fooled
OKAY but I know what you’re saying exactly. It’s like he actually thinks about every word individually before it leaves his mouth. I think part of the reason he’s so attractive to me is bc he’s not out there making an ass out of himself every five seconds.
Ok like idk if you’ve seen this video where he gives a tour of the set of Parenthood, but he’s so like composed but sassy but shy but idk. EVEN THE WAY HE IS FRICKEN STANDING. He’s just so uniquely himself and I would die for him.