we are so insane

anonymous asked:

This whole project is such an amazing idea! I would love to participate, but i'm just not brave enough. Thank you tho for creating save spaces and spreading the love❤️🏳️‍🌈

Thank you for your wonderfully kind message. 

Bravery comes in all types and forms. You reaching out to us is already one of them. We consider it very brave for you to go to your show and keep an eye open for the rainbows, whether you can openly aknowledge them or not is not important. Carrying your rainbows and/or pride colours in your heart is just as meaningful and significant as wearing one on your chest, your wrist, your sleve or carrying it through a concert venue. 

Bravery is being who you are, regardless of how you carry it out - quietly to yourself, out to a very small number of loved ones or loudly through the world. 

Bravery is not measurable and we think you are an insanely brave person!

Thank you so much for reaching out to us!

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Remind me again when your faves got an entire themed press day on Valentine’s Day dedicated to their fictional same sex soap wedding filled with tacky but incredible heart decorations, food, cake, cocktails named after them and their life, and a game of Mr and Mr????

Emmerdale making Danny and Ryan sit with the media surrounded by the cringiest yet cutest and most bizarre celebrations; having to look at their own faces and watch themselves get married… I just can’t believe this was actually a thing lmao. This team are my absolute heroes. They’ve never been so extra but to have this much fuss and to create such big hype for something that was once shamed upon is amazing. HOW ICONIC, HOW SURREAL, I’M WEIRDLY SUPER PROUD.

what humans are

what i’m getting from all these “humans are weird aliens” things is that we as a species are best known for being batshit fucking crazy

batshit crazy brave [the “lets get the space pirates to talk about their babies and see us as people so they won’t murder us, and it WORKED” species]

batshit crazy loyal [the “defend pack bonded entities until death” species]

batshit crazy affectionate [the “pack bond with cleaning droids and name them Stabby” species]

batshit crazy curious [the “tape two warp cores together and ride them into the sun, twice, just to see what would happen” species]

batshit crazy resourceful [the "we made a replacement warp core engine out of duct tape, a bobby pin, and a spare nuke” species]

or just batshit crazy in general [the “sees a predator and tries to tame it” species]

we’re not big or mean or super smart

we are, at least to other species, out of our fucking minds

and they like us for it

Okay, are you ready for this? Don’t say I never treat you. Do you guys, right now, want some fan service? Do you want me to just give the people what they want? … Okay, you’re not ready for this, you’re not ready for this. Are you ready? You’re just gonna die. You’re not ready for this. Okay, this is going to be insane. You’re not ready for this. So we were out having lunch with our friend Laura and then I had to go meet up with my mum, who was in town, because I left my denim jacket at their house over Christmas - boring. And I went outside in just [the weed jumper] and this is really cold, right? ‘Cause when the wind blows and such and it’s been really warm in London recently but I went out and it was like freezing and I had to go walk for like twenty minutes to meet my mum, so you know what I did? While Phil was going home and I was going for a walk? I asked Phil if I could borrow his coat and I DID. Holy shit. So for twenty minutes today, I was wearing Phil’s coat. That-that… I mean, don’t say I never do anything for you. Okay? Don’t say… don’t say I don’t give the trash cans what they want. Don’t say I’m too busy acknowledging what the casual viewers and the calm people that don’t like crazy people, that leaves comments on my videos saying ‘Dan, this doesn’t represent me. I’m a normal person. I really don’t like watching these danisnotonfire videos where you're crying all the time. I feel like it’s too intense. We’re not all like that.’ You know, so there you go. I mean honestly.
— 

@danisnotonfire​ during his live show on the 4th of April 2017

Quotes from Dan (44/?)

The fan service that Dan thinks we deserve apparently.

I love how every party I go it plays Gasolina, but now it have a whole new meaning to me

About Time

Originally posted by nessa007

Anon requests: hey hey hey :) i was wondering if i could request a jughead x reader where they’re best friends have been for as long as anyone could remember, but they’ve been in a relationship for quite a while now and nobody knows until the others (betty, kev, veronica and archie) notice one night when they’re all at pops that reader and jughead are sharing quick glances and yeah i think you might get what i mean, you don’t have to but i thought it was pretty cute :) x

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The reader and Jughead have been keeping their relationship a secret, but their friends are growing tired of the sexual tension

Warnings: none

Word count: 715

A/N: so we hit 300 followers today?? This is insane, thank you guys so much for the support, you are all incredible!! Enjoy!


The heels of my boots clicked against the floor as I walked down the school hallway.  I scanned everyone’s faces, searching for my boyfriend. An arm grabbed me and pulled me into an empty classroom.  I looked up and saw my boyfriend.

“Jug!” I giggled as he wrapped his arms around my waist.  “You know I have to get to French class in a few minutes.”

“I know,” he smirked, “which means we have a few minutes.”  I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“The bell’s gonna ring any second,” I whispered, my face inching closer to his.  Jughead’s smirk faded into a smile as he leaned in.

“Better make every second count then,” he replied.  Our lips were millimeters apart when the bell rang, causing me to jump out of his arms. When I saw him pouting, I winked before exiting the room.

“Au revoir, Jughead,” I called over my shoulder.  He rolled his eyes, but there was a smile etched on his face.


Later that day, I was sitting with Betty and Veronica at lunch.  

“So you’re still coming to Pop’s tonight, right (Y/N)?” Betty asked.  I smiled and nodded.

“Of course!” I replied.

“And will Jughead be joining us tonight?” Veronica asked, her lips curving upwards in a smirk.  I rolled my eyes but nodded.

“Yes he is,” I responded. Betty and Veronica shared a smirk, causing me to shake my head.  “Oh my god, guys, I know what you’re thinking.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Veronica waved her hand, dismissing me.  “I know what you’re gonna say.  You and Jughead have been BFFs since day one and blah blah blah ruin friendship and so on so forth.”  She shook her head.  “Whatever. You know what we have to say, and it’s your choice.”  I laughed to myself, amused by Veronica and Betty’s lack of knowledge about mine and Jughead’s relationship.  For a second, I considered telling them the truth.  Instead, I just smiled and shrugged nonchalantly.


Jughead was the first person to arrive at Pop’s that evening.  Once I arrived, he perked up and waved me over to the booth.  When I sat down, he pecked me on the lips.  I playfully pushed him away.

“Our friends are going to be here any second,” I scolded him with a smile.  He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“We have to tell them eventually,” he reminded me, and I nodded.

“I know.”  The jingle of the bell signaled someone new entered Pop’s, and we turned around to see Veronica walk in.  I waved at her and she quickly caught sight of us, striding over to our booth.  She slid into the seat across from us.

“Hey lovebirds,” she greeted with a smirk.  I smiled back at her, unbothered.

“Hey, V,” I said. Kevin, Betty, and Archie arrived soon after, and we ordered our food and fell into a playful conversation. Occasionally, Jughead would steal some fries from my basket.  In retaliation, I would take his onion rings.  Our other four friends noticed these playful exchanges.  At first they said nothing, but when Jughead and I started to lightly shove each other, Kevin stopped us.

“Oh my god, just date already!” he shouted, slamming his fists on the table.  Jughead and I shared a glance, then burst out into laughter.

“What?” Archie questioned, all four of our friends looking back and forth between me and Jughead.  I bit my lip and smiled up at Jughead, ignoring our friends surrounding us.

“Oh my god,” Betty muttered, her eyes widening.  “You guys are…”  She couldn’t finish her sentence, her train of thought lost in shock.  Veronica and Kevin gasped.

“Are what?” Archie asked, still not getting it.  Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Dating, Archiekins,” she explained.  “(Y/N) and Jughead are dating.”  His eyes widened.

“You guys are dating?” he gasped.  “Since when?” I shrugged, not making eye contact with any of them.

“About a month?” I said, looking at Jughead for confirmation.  He nodded.

“Sounds about right.”

“And you didn’t tell us?” Kevin demanded.  I bit my lip guiltily and shrugged.  

“We were waiting for a good time to tell you guys,” I explained, but it came out more like a question.  The whole table groaned at us, but everyone wore smiles.

“Well,” smiled Betty, “it’s about time.”

anonymous asked:

I dare you to tell another story from the apartment

ALRIGHT BOYS GIRLS AND EVERYONE WHO THINKS THE GENDER BINARY IS FOR SQUARES IT’S STORY TIME.

Today, we’re going to talk about the time Paul’s desire for superior firepower turned into a mini arms race that ended with me setting Eric on fire with a homemade flamethrower.

No, Matt Boomer, you sexy motherfucker, I am not kidding you. Let’s begin with some details.

So when I was at the University of Iowa, several people, including myself, bought Nerf guns for impromptu battles in the hallways when we had free time. Mostly this was all good, clean fun, except for two of the guys down the hall, my roommate, and I.

We all thought, rightfully so, that factory built Nerf guns are bullshit. They’re weak, darts are too fucking light, the barrels cause too much friction, which makes them inaccurate and slow, and you have to re-cock them after each shot. That’s some fucking bullshit right there. So we fixed it.

We bought new, higher tensile springs. We bought PVC pipe and lubricant. We put BBs in the tips of our darts, and my roommate and even put in a second spring to automatically cock the gun, essentially turning them from bolt action pieces of shit into semi-automatic friendship-ruiners.

So when I moved back to Chicago, and into the apartment, I obviously brought my Nerf guns (my roommate gave me his when we moved out), and I obviously attacked my roommates the first opportunity I had. OBVIOUSLY this led to everyone buying Nerf guns and modifying the shit out of them.

However, some of us were terrible shots, so certain measures had to be taken to make it possible for them to keep up. Brad practiced in his room every day, Josh built an extended clip for his gun, and Kyle bought the fucking Vulcan and built a 600 dart belt for it because he decided aiming is for people who can’t fire 6 darts a second (he modded it for doubled firing speed using a small car battery and replaced mechanics).

And then there was Paul.

Paul was fucking terrible. Like almost so bad it couldn’t be for real. He once tried to ambush me coming around a corner from 2 feet away and missed by a good 6-7 inches. He literally could have slapped me and he missed. Whatever moving on.

So Paul decides to solve his aim problems in the most Paul way possible: online shopping. He bought 500 foam pellets for a marshmallow gun, two dozen foam discs, and a motherfucking t-shirt cannon.

You see, Paul, much like Kyle, decided aiming was for lames. So he would pour foam pellets into the cannon until it was half full, slip in a disc to keep them from falling out, then shotgun people in the face. I was his first victim and boy let me tell you that shit is terrifying.

So Paul became the big dog in the house during Nerf battles, and the rest of us found ourselves unable to compete. So we all escalated in our own insane ways. Eric and I, the former champions, modified our guns to fire faster, Brad added an extended magazine to his gun, Kyle built a harness so that he could shoot his fucking stupid fucking bullet-storm piece of shit while moving. Josh booby-trapped various parts of our apartment. Suddenly, we were all better than Paul again, so he decided to step his game up.

He started making paper cartridges that would explode open once fired. Suddenly, he could actually fire multiple times a minute, which meant once again, he was at the top. It didn’t help that our reluctance to shoot back out of fear of getting shot was allowing him to take his time, therefore drastically improving his aim.

So we stepped up again. I smooth out the cocking mechanism on my guns, improving my firing speed even faster. Eric adds more weight to his darts, making them heavier and faster and much more painful. Kyle buys a bigger battery, newer parts, and he perfects his belts, which increases his firing speed to 12 darts a second.

So Paul steps up to take advantage of his improved aim and buys something called a Pucker Chucker which basically is a t-shirt cannon except it shoots foam pucks. This means we can’t just shoot at him from the other side of the apartment anymore, so we all step up again. I modify the rail on top to make aiming easier, Eric modifies his grip to make it more comfortable, Kyle and brad modify their barrels to make them more accurate, and Josh jumps on board the crazy train and builds a goddamn under barrel cherry bomb launcher.

And this is where shit starts to spiral out of control.

Brad starts making smoke grenades, Kyle solves his weakness against close quarters combat by using his battery to create a cattle prod to keep people back. Eric breaks the head off an old golf club to use the shaft as a weapon, I put pins in the tips of all of my darts, and Paul realizes that the Pucker Chucker can also shoot real hockey pucks after he steals my bucket of pucks from my room.

So it escalated a couple more steps but I’m going to leave them out partially out of a desire to keep moving forward and partially out of shame anywhoozle when we pull out our final contraptions and modifications that day we shifted from light-hearted fun that was a bit too far to literally combat. Josh had a sword. I don’t know where he got it from.

That battle was terrifying. Our normal fights were like an hour, two hours tops, then we would clean up, get together in the living room with some beers, and laugh about what happened. Honestly we should have known this was going to happen because when we did this after our previous fight, the laughter was less “haha remember when I shot Josh in the butthole? Classic.” and more “haha remember when I missed your face with that puck? Next time I won’t miss.

So we somehow get into a battle again and this time things go south quickly which is bound to happen when you have a dude in a speedo swinging a sword around while rolling fireworks down the hall. It was literally chaos. There were fireworks and homemade smoke grenades and Kyle made the electrical current in his cattle prod too strong and it was too close to the muzzle of his Vulcan so every few seconds you would just see a flaming dart wiz past and I built a fucking flamethrower and I don’t know what the fuck is going on so I’m just firing it in the general direction of Josh to keep him the fuck away. At some point Brad barricades himself in his room, and so we all run back to our rooms and hide.

We do this for three days. THREE DAYS. I missed classes. We all had junk food in our rooms, and private bathrooms, so that’s what we sustained ourselves on for three fucking days. I, however, try to eat healthy, so I ran out of food almost immediately. After not eating for a day and a half, with food literally less than 50 feet from where I was hiding, I decided that I was willing to risk a trip to the kitchen.

So here’s something important about our apartment: I was the only one who knew how to cook. I had tried to teach the others, but all that had accomplished was several kitchen fires. This meant when Eric also ran out of food, he knew the only way to get a meal was to make peace with me. So he had snuck down the hall to my door, intent on asking me for help.

I did not know he was there.

So when I opened the door and saw a crouching figure in the shadows nearby, I assumed, I think justifiably, that it was the guy who had been swinging a sword at all of us the last time I saw him. So I pulled the trigger on my homemade flamethrower, only to see Eric’s horrified face illuminated by the flames for a split second before they hit his torso.

Luckily, I was using a scavenged fuel source (computer screen cleaner), so the flames were weak, but still fire is fire and fire fucking hurts. So Eric is rolling on the floor with first degree burns on his stomach and chest, and I’m freaking out because Eric is my friend and I just set him on fire, so there is now a lot of screaming coming from the hall.

Now, to lighten the mood slightly, here’s a personality test. You hear the sounds of fire, followed shortly by screaming coming from the hall outside your room. What do you do?

Do you assume the crazy sword guy has finally snapped and is going to kill you all, so you climb out the window onto the fire escape? Congratulations, you’re Brad.

Do you hear the cries of pain and grab a first aid kit before sprinting into the hall to help? Hey! You’re Kyle!

Do you hear the flames so you sprint into the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher? You are Paul.

Do you come out into the hall to see what’s going on but also bring your sword just in case you have to stab someone? You are Josh and also mentally unstable please put your sword away.

So Kyle comes out and he and I start administering first aid and luckily through a combination of the weakness of my fuel source, how quickly I stopped the flames, and the quickness of our treatments, Eric only gets some first degree burns on his torso. Paul puts out the last of the flames, Josh decides he doesn’t want to stab anyone today, and Brad decides that the lack of screaming is a good thing and he comes inside. I spend the next hour apologizing profusely while cooking everyone dinner, and we decide that hey we should probably have some rules for our Nerf fights to prevent this from ever happening again.

So we all eat, we establish rules about modifications and ammunition, and at the end of it all, we grab some beers, head into the living room, and tell Josh he needs to get rid of the sword seriously dude where did you get that from?

Magic > common sense

Context: We had just been on an adventure in our pirate ship, collecting these cursed items, mostly armour and some weapons, that allow the wielder control over an element. We are then faced with a gauntlet of elemental challenges to navigate our ship through things like storm, rocky reef, icebergs ect. once we cleared that we found ourselves at the foot of a 300 ft cliff with a ship sized hole at the top

Cleric: Well we are stuck

Fighter: We could climb it maybe? Do we have enough rope?

Bard (me): Wait a minute *cleric’s name* you can use your shield to control earth right?

Cleric: Yeah?

Me: I have an idea, you can make a big, ship shaped ramp up to that opening right?

Cleric: Oh! Yeah! I can. *To DM* I do that

Other fighter: I see where this is going *To DM* I am going to use my artifact to make an ice sled for the ship

Me: *To DM*I am going to use my artifact to make a small tornado rocket booster out the back of the ship

Wizard: *To DM* I summon a big wave to push us up the ramp 

So our insane plan works and we make a sick jump off the ramp with our ship into this cave 

DM: Well that was interesting. You know I was actually just planning for you to lower the cliff down to the water level. You guys do realize you could have done that instead right?

It’s Not Gonna Suck Itself

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,290

Summary: The reader sends a naughty text to the wrong person.


“What the…no way, dude!” Jared bursts out laughing, practically falling off of his leather chair.

“What?” Jensen asks with furrowed brows, wondering if it’s worth getting up from the couch.

“Wow. I can’t believe she sent me this.” Jared grins widely, glancing back down at the text from you.

“Sent what? Who?”

Jensen grows impatient, his best friend still hasn’t answered him and it’s annoying as hell. He sighs dramatically then moves towards Jared, waiting for an answer.

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The romantic writing of Dean / Cas (through deleted scenes)

OK, so full disclosure. This started as a simple answer but turned into a whole thing about TPTB and the meaning of deleted scenes and kind of therefore ended up as a Tink’s own small version of a masterpost of the writing of Destiel.

For me, deleted scenes are really important. They made their way to the DVD anyway so are part of canon, lets start with that. But they are deleted for a reason. And before that, they are though up, written, authorised, acted and edited for a reason.

For me the deleted scenes I list below are a big, core part of why I believe Dean and Cas are written romantically and that this is canon. Whether they decide to follow through on it is another matter but I and I know a lot of others agree that they are clearly written romantically and these deleted scenes uphold that. Then they are deleted. Now, some deleted scenes are for time but as you can see here, these scenes often hold key information regarding the overall narrative so clearly they are deleted because of the strong Destiel references. I like to believe this is because they just want to drag it out instead of completely get rid of it from the show, I was worried I’ll be honest before mid season 11 but since then I’m tentatively positive in that I believe the tides are turning and they will textualise Destiel properly and stop deleting these kinds of scenes, especially since season 12 has had so many similar scenes go through to the final cut…

The important deleted scenes for me regarding Destiel are:

1. The deleted scene from 10x23 

Cas states clearly that his time on earth has been more important to him than any time in Heaven and Sam and Dean are like family to him.

here’s a link. Basically it’s this:

Source:

http://constiellation.tumblr.com/post/134329938841/10x23-deleted-scene

As always Cas’s scenes that are just too emotionally compromising or hint too deeply at his feelings for Dean (even if Sam is lobbed in there too) are deleted, BUT this in particular has now been addressed in 12x12! So….fingers crossed?!

2. The deleted scene from season 9 

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE, IT IS SO IMPORTANT TO THE WHOLE SHOW, to the whole of the narrative for Cas and Crowley. 

Here’s a link to the video.

This one scene just kills me as it sets up Cas and Crowley’s whole arcs for the whole show and yet it is deleted because, clearly, no homo. As otherwise it is an excellent scene to shed light on two of the core characters of the show and reveals their motivations for their actions, which is what a lot of the fans have struggled with, saying these 2 characters are stale. 

In this scene Cas and Crowley discuss how they ‘dislike’ being human and how it’s so not worth it and why would you want to be human anyway (the underlying feeling being that they’re both lying and there is a reason they would like to be) - and then Dean immediately walks in and they share a glance. This is….. expositional screenwriting 101 ? 

I mean this is a classic - in fact it reminded me so clearly of the opening scene of a classic romantic supernatural love pairing in the cartoon Beauty and the Beast - the narrator says “for… who could love a Beast?” - and it CUTS TO BELLE’s introduction…

Originally posted by never-a-god

And yet they cut this scene. And it means we don’t get a clear narrative reason why Cas and Crowley do what they do and are who they are, and casual viewers who don’t look into things as deeply as all of us are confused and think they’re stale and uninteresting. 

Without this scene only people who really look into the show in huge detail, dorks like me, will know that Cas and Crowley are mirrors of each other and both their arcs up to a point revolve entirely around Dean Humanity Winchester.

Yes. That is what happens when you cut important scenes for a stupid reason, the whole show doesn’t make sense and fans get annoyed. *facepalms*.

There are probably people out there who think Cas still wants to be an Angel pffff because he said “I just wanna be an Angel again“ that one time. Yeah, that one time he thought Dean was dead and there was nothing left for him and he knew being a proper Angel would lessen his emotional pain and give him a purpose to focus on. But then, as soon as he learned Dean was still wandering the Earth he just… hangs around, pining, languishing in the blue bathrobe of despair, hoping to fix him. 

And when he finally does get some grace back (FROM CROWLEY - these two are so interlinked Chuck help me what a great narrative if they actually showed it properly) he doesn’t WANT the grace, Crowley doesn’t really want to give Cas grace either but he does it FOR DEAN, and Cas, he allows Crowley to do it FOR DEAN. This then also reminds us how earlier on when Cas steals his first lot of grace Dean asks Cas if he’s cool about being an Angel again Cas deflects and says he needs it. Not wants it, but needs it to fight.  

WHY does Castiel not want his grace back? WHY might Castiel have learned to love ‘humanity’? WHY might Castiel want to be human?

THIS IS SO IMPORTANT FOR CASTIEL’S ENTIRE STORY.  

*facepalms again*.

3. The deleted scene from 10x14.

Here’s a link

This scene is not only is great for it’s own individual reveal - Cas and Crowley jealously pretending they dont care about Dean and perhaps he is the other’s boyfriend, even using the term boyfriend, I mean, guys. Could this be clearer? 

But this also just ties in to the whole end of the episode where Dean hands CAS the first blade instead of returning it to Crowley. HE CHOOSES CAS! THIS IS SO IMPORTANT (and is easily overlooked as it was deleted for *reasons*).

This, in an episode where Cas is clearly narratively paralleled as Dean’s Colette, where Dean is scared of losing himself and in a call-back to the season’s start and call-forward to the season’s ending Cas is desperately trying to save him and stop, to keep his humanity….

So, in conclusion… 

There is a recurring theme of Destiel (and Drowley) - heavy scenes being cut and this is hurting the narrative of the overall show. It’s not that these relationship are written into the show to begin with that is the problem as they are key to so much of the overall story arcs but the fact that they are written in, used extensively as key points in the story while being kept in the subtext and then when there is an opportunity to make it textual to make it make SENSE to the narrative it is so heavily affecting, these scenes are cut.

*FACEPALMS SO HARD INTO MY KEYBOARD*

Why are they hurting their own show by doing this?!

So yeah, it’d be lovely if they actually showed these scenes that explains WHY things are happening to the casual viewer and Destiel shippers weren’t sometimes made to feel like we are grasping at straws. 

Newsflash, it’s like a milkshake bar there are so many straws in this show, everyone involved knows about it and plays on it and CONSISTENTLY WRITES IT INTO THE MAIN NARRATIVE.

Just search Amara on my blog, the whole of season 11 doesn’t make sense without Destiel. If God’s sister herself reveals that Dean represents humanity after the fandom had that meltdown after Metatron’s ‘in love with humanity’ speech, DURING a scene interspersed with Metatron just to remind us ;) If God’s sister has to work through the Dean / Cas longing to reach Dean, uses Cas to manipulate Dean, keeps talking to Dean about love and hiding things, holding back, if Dean calls out to Cas while in Amara’s presence and pretty consistently only cares about Cas during these interactions where Amara is present, even though they themselves are bonded by the mark, one of God’s most powerful creations…. please

And season 12 basically is one long Cas-focused parallel so they know what they are doing at this point. I want to trust Dabb but we have been burned before so… tentatively fingers crossed on this one now.

It’s just so freaking stupid to build a gorgeous story and through Chuck knows what, I like to hope it’s not homophobia but at these points I feel like what else can it be, they ruin their own narrative and make the story just flounder, not making a whole lot of sense because  they are not following through on their own narrative and we are therefore MISSING INFORMATION!

We are tired of waiting for this all to make sense.

Originally posted by thoughtsduringsupernatural

So I recommend anyone and everyone pay attention to deleted scenes. They are scenes that show that writers have noticed all the other subtext themselves in order to add to it, then thought about, written, acted out, edited and at the last junction been ripped out, and from these scenes it’s clear why, they all share a focal point - canonising or at least heavily clarifying the subtext between Cas and Dean and/or Crowley and Dean.

Because it is there, we are not insane. If it gets so far as to get acted out and left on the cutting room floor then it’s there and there’s a reason it’s been cut.

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“You Got It.” // Nerve 2016

The ladies of S.H.I.E.L.D. and FitzSimmons! (…And Spider-Man.)

Me as Jemma, @daisy-in-the-skye as Daisy, @bribuzzz as Bobbi, & @gabitachiquita as Spider-Man.

Translation “Er jeg sen?” (Am I late?) - 10.04 - 13:28


(None of dem by Robyn plays)

Sana’s phone goes off. The text from the app iBønn (iPrayer) reads: It’s time for Duhr.

Text from mom:
Join the theme night at the mosque on Friday, about women’s role in Islam.

Text from Sana: Is Jamilla coming?

Text from mom: Oh, Sana. Don’t think so.

Text from Sana: I’ll be there ❤️

Sana walking towards Even and Isak. Even’s laughing.

Isak: We have to celebrate.

Even: Yeah, I bought sparkling.

Isak: Sparkling?

Even: Isn’t that what one celebrates with?

Isak: I want beer.

Even (to Sana): So now you’re coming.

Sana: Am I late?

Isak: We’re done.

Sana: Noo, sorry I was …, the tram went in the wrong direction and-

Mahdi: Yeah, I’ve heard that one before..

Jonas: What?

Mahdi: The tram went in the wrong direction.

Jonas: You?? Huuuh.

Isak: Isn’t that what you do when-

Mahdi: Yeah, it’s what I do when I don’t wanna come to stuff.

Isak: But uh, you can join Even and me, and help us unpack?

Sana: That sounds like super fun, but I’m super busy. Are the girls upstairs?

Isak: Please.

Magnus: Sana, can you tell Vilde that I miss her? Already?

Mahdi: What’s up?

Magnus: No, you say to a girl that you miss them and they go like ‘Aww!’

Jonas: Nah, that’s not what they do.

Isak: Aww!

Even: Is it just like that with girls?

Isak: But you’re cute.

Magnus: Cuter than you two.

Even and Isak: Ooh! (inaudible)

The girls eating pizza.

Vilde: No, it’s something about that ocean blue colour that’s-

Chris: Ocean blue?

Vilde: Ocean.. 

Chris: Ocean blue or royal blue?

Noora: No, royal blue is like your sweater.

Vilde: No, it’s like Marbella Beach.

Noora: Marbella Beach! Have you been there a lot?

Sana: Hey.

The girls: Hey!

Sana: What’s up?

Eva: Noora’s gotten her room back!

Vilde: But what I was saying..

Eva: You want pizza?

Vilde: yesterday we tried out a new position..

Sana shakes her head.

Vilde: that we found online.

Eva: We’ve got beef, too.

Vilde: eh, which was that I sit on top of him, just like cow girl, but I reversed it, so it’s a reversed cow girl, so he sits…it’s a bit uncomfortable in the beginning, because I felt like it was him looking straight up…’cause his head is like..on…and if we did it right, eh, it was so insanely hot. It hit just…it hit, it hit the G-spot.

Chris: No. Isn’t the G-spot on the top side?

Vilde: No, I’ve heard the G-spot is in the ass.

Eva: isn’t that just boys?

Chris: Huh??

Vilde: It’s many who claim that you have several g-spots. But the thing is, I’ve never felt so hot with anyone before, I’ve never come so much as I do now when I’m with Magnus. It’s just like… I’m coming and coming and coming.

Sana: Do you have like NO boundaries? For what is okay to share?

Vilde: mwibth mwhat?

Sana: With you and Magnus’s sex life?

Vilde: I get that it’s hard for you to listen to since you can’t have sex, but-

Sana: I can have sex, Vilde. I just choose not to.

Vilde: Yeah, I’m just saying that uh.. it’s completely fine if you get sexually frustrated.

Sana: I’m not sexually frustrated. It’s not like I walk around thinking about boys and sex and feeling that I’m missing out on something.

*awkward silence*

Sana: I just mean that..sex should be something beautiful between you and Magnus. And not the whole world.

Noora:….anyone want some tea?

The girls: yeah! that would be..

Eva: Okay, I need to say something, but I don’t know if it’s true, but I heard that William’s gotten a new girl in London. 

Vilde: Huh?! Are you kidding?

Eva: Chris said so. Should I tell her?

Sana: Of course you have to tell her!

Eva: But shouldn’t William be the one to tell her?

Sana: Uh, yeah. But he obviously hasn’t.

Eva: But I don’t know for sure if it’s true. And sometimes I don’t get the deal with William and Noora, are they like…together? Or not?

Noora comes back with tea cups.

Noora: What’s up? What are you talking about?

Vilde: Uh, about anal sex. Magnus and I were thinking we’re maybe gonna try it. Have you tried?

Noora: No.

Vilde: You and William, you don’t..

Noora: Vilde. No.

Eva: Apropos William. How’s he doing?

Noora:..good. 

Chris (off screen): Yeah. We’ve never really gotten the deal between you..if you’re together or..not…or..not..or?

Noora: It’s always gonna be me and William..




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have you guys ever thought about how different it would be if the acotar series was in Tamlin's perspective?

And by ‘it’ I mean the story, obviously, but especially the romance between the two of them, and the other characters.

He’s so demented, he can’t see that he is abusing her. He would probably trick us into loving their romance, hating Rhys, and the entire 2nd book being his rescue mission for her, like its fucking Taken or something.

You know how for ToG, we’re all obsessed with rowan finding his aelin, and we are looking at eagles and bird gifs and saying “bring her home” with tears in our eyes and shit-well that’s what we would be doing for tamlin in regard to feyre.

And when nearing the end of acomaf, he finds out rhys has like tricked feyre and put her into a spell, it would be so devastating and everybody would be screaming, and then when the spell “broke” and he took her home everyone would be flooded with emotion.

And we would all hate rhys so much; all our rant posts would be tagged “rhysand the appliance” or some shit

I know that after a while some alarms might go off for us, when he inevitably thinks something incredibly misogynistic or just generally twisted and wrong, but I think at least for a while we would be fooled because his perspective is so fucking warped it’s insane.  Anyways just a thought.

“Apparently, she and I are gonna be quite the team one day.”

I wanted to draw future Flynn and Lucy from the journal. They’re an interesting pair to think about, aren’t they? A little older. A little crazier. His hair is longer, hers is shorter. That feels right.

Flynn’s hair is based off Goran’s look in this old Madonna video. So I know for a fact he can pull it off.

anonymous asked:

You can't hide from us forever, Smithgreatfriend. We already know all about you and your insane, superhuman assassination power - but just so we can make sure we're not wrong, what was it again?

I had a friend, back in school.  He liked coming up with characters who were super-powered assassins, very similar to Suda-style characters.  I remember I suggested a character to him, whose gimmick was that he primarily fought using kicks.  On the backs of his shoes were metal plates, and his big killing blow move was that as he was going for a big kick, he would pull out a gun and shoot the back of his shoe, which would give his kick superhuman velocity.

I told my friend this, and he said it was the dumbest idea that he ever heard.  So then whenever he would start talking about assassins, I would bring up this character again.  His opinion of it never changed.

I mean, sure, you *could* ask why this guy was shooting the back of his shoe instead of using the gun to shoot the target.  You *could* ask that.  It’s because a little thing called *style*.