what i saw in the water

stuff i liked about supergirl 213 – a comment by me

  • a surprising amount, given that i foolishly looked at the discourse before i watched. which is how i know it’s time for me to step the hell away from the fandom proper, because there is blood in the water for the show at this point and some of the utterly irrational things i saw before seeing the episode are just, having now seen it, mind boggling. there is nothing that will make the fandom as a collective happy now, and that level of relentless disenjoyment is just not what i want out of my fandom experience anymore. i’m old and tired and have what i think is a pretty rational measure of when something is harmful, and i just want to enjoy shit and make up stories about people with pretty faces. that’s not what everyone is in fandom for, it’s not even what i was once in fandom for, but it’s really all i ask out of fandom now. i’m not going to get it here anymore.
    • mon-el with kara sucks. to be clear: not what i’m talking about.
  • i started this weekly list because of the salt that had already started before season 2 had started, so here we go:
    • kara used her very own brain to save the day in a clever, sneaky manner!
    • alex is me, i am alex. it’s embarrassing seeing yourself on television.
    • maggie sawyer, mvp. took a look at an old hurt and realised holding onto it was getting in the way of happiness now and decided to let it go. what a healthy, mature, adult thing to do and i’m sorry fandom is going to shit all over alex for it for all eternity now.
    • winn my son <3

theblackheartlegacy  asked:

Anytime I see anything regarding Anakin and large amounts of water I kind of think of like, similar to how Rey said "I didn't know there was this much green in the whole galaxy", Anakin probably thought that too in regards to water the first time he saw a lake or an ocean or a planet covered in blue from the window of the starship.

Awww, right?? This is cute. 

One of George Lucas’ underappreciated stab-through-the-heart moments to me is when Baby Anakin is telling Qui-Gon he’s going to be the first person to see all the planets. He’s so genuinely interested in what’s out there. *sniffle* 

…and then a terrible war orchestrated by ancient evil ends up dragging Anakin’s poor ass all over the galaxy for years. Decades, really, if you count all the errands Sidious kept sending him on later. 

“Well, kid, you did say you wanted to see the galaxy…” God, the Force is such an asshole sometimes. 

I don’t think I ever told my story about my New Years birding trip.

See, every year, I try to do a small birding trip, weather and schedule dependent, to kind of get my new year started on the right foot, with a foundation of making time to go out and birdwatch. Because of work, this year I had to limit it to the small lake near my apartment complex. But lakes are pretty great for birding. Water attracts a whole lot of great species, and I was hopeful for both overwintering songbirds and some water-loving birds.

I saw a lot of the usual suspects, like chickadees and cardinals, blue jays and crows. I took notice of the birds on the water, which was a lot of what you’d expect for suburban lake/ponds: a whole lot of mallards and Canada geese. But there was one group of birds I wasn’t seeing, lurking in the reedy margins on long legs with spear-sharp beaks. I’d seen them at the lake plenty of times before, but on this January 1st there was no sign of their graceful white shapes wading in the water.

And that is how I started the new year with no egrets.


— voyager mix [part 1 / 3]

“The only time I would dare to walk through a puddle was at twilight, when
the evening stars came out. If I looked in the water and saw one lighted
pinprick there, I could splash through unafraid—for if I should fall into
the puddle and on into space, I could grab hold of the star as I passed,
and be safe.

Even now, when I see a puddle in my path, my mind half-halts—though my feet
do not—then hurries on, with only the echo of the thought left behind.

What if, this time, you fall?” 


i. eyes closed and travelling - peter broderick // ii. wasting my young years - london grammar // iii. dark paradise - lana del rey // iv. hunger - of monsters and men // iv. hello my old heart - the oh hellos // v. light - sleeping at last // vi. winter - daughter // vii. i remember - lena fayre // viii. st. jude - florence + the machine // ix. silhouettes - sleeping at last // x. perth - bon iver // xi. lost - liza anne // xii. sacred heart - the civil wars // xiii. to build a home - cinematic orchestra

(last updated: 20 feb 2017; will continually update as i read voyager!)

Am I the only one that doesn’t think Lance and Keith are romantically interested in each other at all? I like klance, but most of their interactions were bordering on unfriendly up until the tail end of S1-mid S2

I have no problem with people making a big deal about their “moments” and blowing them up into something they really… weren’t? But why does everyone have to twist the platonic love/friendship scenes too? Like, I saw a post where “what if Keith was hallucinating Lance during the blade of mamora” and??? Let the platonic love have its moment. It’s not that hard. That scene was super important to both Keith’s backstory and his familial relationship with Shiro, please don’t try to make a klance moment out of it.

Money trouble

John just got around to looking at today’s mail.

Originally posted by notmydate

I think he agrees with me, that getting no mail would have been much preferrable.

Poor guy went a little pale when he saw it.

Originally posted by notmydate

J: I need to find a job.

S: I’m sure another case will turn up.

J: A case? No, that’s not what I mean. I mean something that actually pays.

John waves the pile of bills in his direction, but Sherlock just rolls his eyes.

S: Dull.

J: Let’s see how you feel about that when they shut off our water and electricity, because I can’t pay my half of the bill.

Sherlock keeps quiet at that. He is lying on the sofa, but his previously relaxed posture has tensed up. I don’t think he is happy with this newest development.

Originally posted by twocandles

The Final Problem being John's mind palace after being shot in TLD means the following:

1) Like Moriarty was Sherlock’s inner demon, Eurus is John’s inner demon. Notice she’s bisexual, she blatantly makes that reference.

2) All John wanted for Christmas five years ago was five minutes unsupervised with Sherlock’s inner demon. That was the Christmas during A Scandal in Belgravia, when John was hung up on whether or not Sherlock loved Irene. Can you believe this? That’s all John wanted – and you saw how that sexual tension played out in TFP. That’s all John wanted for Christmas. That’s why he kept asking “Do you think you’ll be seeing her again?” and “Has he had a relationship ever?” — John’s darkest demons wanted that sexual intimacy. Damn it, i can’t believe they’re doing this to us.

3) Eurus needs help landing, just like Sherlock in TAB. The mirrors complete perfectly.

4) Because of what water means in literary subtext, John had feelings for a boy when he was young, only for his parents to find out and place him behind glass – they repressed him emotionally. As an adult he lives behind it still, but can leave at any time if he chooses to. However, he needs Sherlock to touch the glass, to break through. Through touch, through love, can he dismantle the glass.

5) John thinks Mycroft is a prissy little bitch.

okay so im sure I saw a post about mermaids having their own form of sign language bc sound doesn’t travel underwater, but what if they’ve just evolved without hearing at a certain point? in or out of the water, they have to sign to understand one another. (sorry 

and maybe a girl who’s deaf or hard of hearing is in a shipwreck, and while the others are shouting for help in a cold and soundless sea, the girl is frantically signing. she knows its useless, but her panic flies through her fingers as she falls deeper and deeper into the ocean. the mermaids watch, unmoved, as the rest of the sailors drown, but they recognize that her hands are making words, though they dont have the same language. 

when the girl wakes up, she finds herself on a tiny spit of land, waterlogged but alive, and surrounded by sharp-toothed fish people whose fins shimmer darkly beneath the surface. it takes a bit of doing, but once she realizes that they don’t want to eat her, the girl begins to learn their signs, and vice versa. they feed her and teach her to fish, and she teaches them jokes and sleight of hand.

what im saying is mermaids adopting a deaf or hoh girl as one of their own, and moving their colony closer to the surface in order to be near her and them being a weird fishy/human family and living in their own silent and lovely world

Barbados Bonding (REQUEST)

“Jaxon!” I squealed, pushing my now wet hair out of my face. He laughed immensely as he watched his prank play out, but soon stopped as he saw me get to my feet, “I’m gonna get you!”

Chasing him down the beach, he screamed and hid behind the shield that was his big brother. “Let me at him, Justin,” I said, leaning around him to try and grab him. “What did you do, Jaxo?”

“P-poured sea water in her hair,” He giggled, making Justin laugh too. To his little brother’s surprise, he stepped aside and Jaxon gasped, giving me the opportunity to pick him up. We fell onto the sand, courtesy of Justin sticking his foot out and I proceeded to tickle him.

“(Y/N), ahhh! S-stop it!” He giggled, trying to push my hands away, “I’m not gonna stop till you apologiseeeeee,” I sung, never letting up.


Soon, I heard the giggles of other presence’s. I turned and saw Justin’s sister, Jazmyn and step-sister, Allie watching close by as their brother was being attacked by the tickle monster. “Don’t just stand there, come help!”

They ran over and joined in, “Us girls have gotta stick together,” I said, and they nodded in agreement, pinning Jaxon’s arms up so that I could reach his armpits.

“Alright, alr-right… s-orry!!!”

Letting him go, he stood up and shook himself off, out of breath. Allie and Jazmyn were in a fit of giggles and I smiled at them, they were adorable. Looking up, I saw Justin sat with his father, smiling at the scene before them.

I was honoured that Jeremy had invited me to spend a vacation in Barbados with the Bieber’s (OG and to-be), it made me feel like part of the family. I loved the kids, a lot. They were adorable and so full of energy.

justin’s pov

“She’s so good with the kids,”

I smiled at my dad’s observation and watched as they used her as a human jungle gym, Jaxon on her back and Allie and Jazmyn on either leg. They were all laughing and it couldn’t help but bring a grin to my face.

(Y/N) was special. Especially with children, it was like she became one but still retained a motherly instinct. She taught Allie how to build the “perfect” sandcastle, Jazzy to plait hair so that she could achieve “mermaid waves” and Jaxon to be more confident in the water. I admired her.

“I’m so glad she came,” I added, “This trip wouldn’t have been the same without her.”

Seeing her with my siblings made me even more confident that she was the woman I wanted to settle down with, she was perfect in every way. Not only my siblings, but my Dad and stepmom, too. The way she spoke with them were as if she’d been friends with them for decades. (Y/N) was such a heartwarming person, and everyone could see that.

“Justin, look what (Y/N) found!”

Jazzy ran up to me with a starfish in her grasp, “Woah… where did you find that?”

“By the water! She says we have to put it back though, because it can’t survive on the beach.”

“Which is sad, because it’s so pretty here,” Allie added.

I glanced up and saw (Y/N) waiting by the water’s edge for them, feet splashing in the water. She was a masterpiece, I got so lucky with her.

“Earth to Justin!”

I blinked repeatedly and I heard my dad laugh beside me as Jazzy waved her hand ferociously in front of my face, “I said are you coming to watch?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

I walked with them to the shoreline and smiled at (Y/N), wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss, “Hey beautiful.”

“Ewwww!” All three of them grimaced, making (Y/N) giggle. “One day, when you’re a little bit older, you guys will find someone who makes you really happy and kissing will be the last thing that you’ll find gross,” She spoke, making me smile.

“Now come on, we have a starfish to save.” She changed the subject before there was any protest.

Walking into the sea, we all watched as (Y/N) took the starfish from Jazzy and swam out a little way so that nobody would tread on it. We waved and she waved back before ducking under the water.

“We really like (Y/N),” Allie said and Jazzy nodded in agreement, “I like her the most! She taught me how to swim on my back.” Jaxon added.

“I’m happy that you guys like her,” I said, pulling them all close to me as we watched her swim back, “Because she’s gonna be around for a while.”

i know they say nostalgia is a filthy liar whose hands are laced with memories that take your breath away and make your eyes water but oh my god it still feels good to visit that place once in a while

it still feels good to visit when I loved you and you loved me and every time we saw other we were wrapped up in each other’s arms and we couldn’t keep our mouths off of each other. it still feels good to remember what it felt like to be held by you. your sweet words promising forever.

how can nostalgia be a liar and make things seem better than they were when they were really the best?

Imagine sending a bath snap to the wrong person

You snapped the picture, adding the caption ‘Romantic bubble bath… now all I need is a man’ before sending it off to your friend Carla. The two of you often joked about how much you needed a significant other in your life, so pictures like this weren’t out of the ordinary.

Castiel’s phone lit up with a snapchat notification while he was sat in a diner with Sam and Dean, the three of them on a case while you were back at the bunker.

He opened it, revealing the picture of your legs in the bath, his mouth going dry as soon as he saw it.

“What’s up?” Sam asked, frowning at him.

“I’ve… I’ve got to go,” Cas told them, vanishing from the room in the blink of an eye.

Dean rolled his eyes, taking another mouthful of pie, “Friggin’ angels.”

Your eyes shot open and you sat straight up, splashing water from the tub when you heard the telltale flutter of wings that let you know an angel had arrived.

“Jesus, Cas,” you gasped, your hand coming up to your heart as it pounded with anxiety, “You scared me.”

“I- I’m a man,” he told you, his eyes flitting around the room.

You smiled fondly, confused, “Yes, you are.”

“You said, all you need is a man,” he reiterated, “I’m a man.”

Your jaw went slack, “Oh.”


Do you remember when we were younger, the cool things to have were those water pens that magically changed black and white cardboard into colorful artworks? We knew what to expect of the picture, since it was outlined in black and white, but it was still astonishing. And we had no idea how it came to be? Well, I think you’re my water pen. I knew what life could be like without you, and I was okay living it by myself. But then you wormed your way into my life, and you showed me color where I saw black and white. You made me see images in the clouds again. You made me see color. I knew they were there before, but now I appreciate them. I see color in a black-and-white world. I see beauty and creativity in a season that, four years ago, I saw blandness and despair. You gave my world color; you are my super cool water pen.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1176

I fucking love Gothic architecture so much. Gross demons and judgy saints hunching everywhere. Pointed arches and carved foliage. Fucking gargoyles and shit. Setting up the guttering so that the devil can vomit water on you. High cross-rib vaulting. This weird blend of the organic and the demonic in stone. All those oppressive geometrical patterns, the spikes and thorns, the monotony of it all, the way it’s such a precise miracle of engineering meant to raise you up to the glory of God but it’s so heavy and earthy that it drags you to hell simultaneously. It’s the perfect blend of the beautiful and the ghastly, the heavenly and the demonic, glorifying God with its high spires and condemning man with its enclosed vaults and I can never get enough of it.