will i ever get over this show

anonymous asked:

Jace and Alec are just the worst example of Parabatai ever. I think it would be less obvious if CC hadn't later created Will and Jem who had such a loving and close bond. It just made it seem so much more badly written in retrospect. I remember raiding the last books after knowing about w + j and feeling so angry at the mess that jalec were. And the show is just as bad with the inconsistency. And neither version of Jace an seem to get over themselves and care about Alec more than themselves.

Good lord, I know, Anon. Imagine that Will and Jace are related. asjahsja And then look at this mess of a parabatai bond he has with Alec. Like… there were so many moments and opportunities where they could fix or more like work on the bond on the show but it purely is only used as a plot device. If I am allowed to being sarcastic here: Even Simon and Jace have a better working friendship than what he and Alec have. But bound for life and all that jazz. Amazing. Not.

And then there are Will and Jem who I really liked in the book and their parabatai bond. Like, Will really cared for Jem. The times he spent with Jem while Tessa was also there. How scared he always was when Jem wasn’t feeling well and just his genuine interest for Jem’s well-being while still also being Will and a little shit from time to time. Jace on the other hand is a complete disaster on his end of the parabatai bond and like I said, it annoys me so damn much. What he and Alec have is not even a friendship, it is BS. No wonder that people who haven’t read the books and know about Jem/Will have problems to understand why the parabatai bond is actually a really great and amazing and wonderful thing when all they’ve seen is this nonsense on the show or the crap of a parabatai bond in TMI.

hazel and i went to check out a room in someone’s house and she was showing us around and at one point she said: “which one of you is hazel and which one of you is shiloh?? you two look so much alike, you have such similar styles goin on. it’s ok, it happens. you should start telling people that you’re brothers….but also..that you’re wives. brother-wives. sister-wives? no that’s already a thing and it’s weird.” and anyway im still cracking up over it and i really don’t think i’m ever gonna get over us being called “brother-wives”

If The Marauders were Still Alive (headcannons)

(In response to an ask)

-If they were still alive…

•When Harry got his Hogwarts letter James immediately ripped it open without even showing it to Harry because he was just so excited for his son. Without even acknowledging Harry’s presence or Lily’s laughter, he just sits cris-crossed on the floor making little comments about Harry’s school supply list.

“What? You don’t have to read {insert book title}. It was the best! Don’t worry Harry, you can borrow my old copy, though it may have some old doodles in it from Sirius-”

•When Harry is really young he thinks that they have a dog because whenever Sirius is over he turns into his Animagus form and he’s over at the Potters’ so much that it’s kinda hard not to think that.

And James, Lily, Remus and Peter go along with it and one dayJames brings home a bright pink glittery dog collar and asks little Harry to put it on ‘Snuffles’. Harry does it and even though Sirius hates it, he keeps it on because he loves Harry so much (Remus like it too, but for *coughs* other reasons).

•When Harry turns eleven and has to go to Diagon Alley, It’s not just James and Lily that take him shopping, it’s the whole damn Marauders squad. They’re just casually walking through the streets and suddenly someone starts clapping for them, and then more people join in and it turns into just the whole street clapping for the Marauders because most of them remember hearing tales about what the group did, and many parents were friends of theirs.

Needlessly to say James and Sirius take a dramatic bow while Remus and Lily are looking at each other like

“These are the people we chose to marry”

And Peter is just laughing along and buying Harry a chocolate frog off of a street witch while Harry asks him why all those people are clapping for them. Peter just chuckles and goes “We had a bit of a reputation at school”

•When Harry goes into Madam Malkin’s and sees Draco, James immediately steps in front of his son as if to protect him.

“What’s wrong, Dad?”

“There’s a Malfoy there… can’t mistake him. I remember his father-”

But then Lily comes over and whispers in his ear

“Remember Sirius’s parents? They were awful people but look how Sirius turned out?” They look out the shop window to see Sirius with his arm around Remus’s shoulders sitting on a bench in conversation with Peter.

“You’re right”

And James himself introduces Harry to Draco, and the two immediately hit it off.

•Just before Harry is about to leave for Hogwarts, the Marauders get together (without Lily, because she’d definitely disapprove) and tell Harry all the stories they can. Harry just sits there in wonder like

‘How will I ever live up to that’

But at the end of the night, James goes and gets a box out of his room and puts it in Harry’s hands.

“This is yours now. Use it well.”

Harry opens the box and it’s the invisibility cloak. Remus then takes the Marauder’s Map out and shows Harry how to use it, then hands it over (“use it responsibly”)

•When Harry comes home for winter break he talks about how great Gryffindor is and his best friends Ron and Hermione, but also about Draco from Slytherin and how he has “the prettiest hair and his eyes sparkle-” and Remus and Sirius just give each other knowing looks.

And he’s about to say something else after talking about his classes but hesitates; everyone asks him about it, but he denies everything.

•He goes back to school after winter break and some time after his second Quidditch match as the youngest seeker in a century, one morning at breakfast he gets a howler.

He knows fully well what it is because he grew up in a house with the Marauders who liked to send them back and forth for fun-

“WILL YOU PASS THE SALT?”

“I CAN’T THROW PETER THAT FAR!”

But anyway, he gets one and looks at his friends and then at Draco across the hall because he’s absolutely terrified an doesn’t know what he did. Eventually (with much convincing) he opens it.

“HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME THAT YOU MADE THE QUIDDITCH TEAM?

YOUR MOTHER AND I ARE SO PROUD OF YOU HOLY SHI-” and then it’s Lily’s voice.

“Harry, sweetie we’re so proud of you! You must’ve gotten some of James’s talent-” (you can hear James going crazy in the background; knocking stuff over and generally screaming like a psychopath) “where James got his, I have no idea”

And then it’s just Remus, Sirius and Peter going crazy (yes, even Moony).

When it finally ends, the great hall just sits stunned for a moment, before Dumbledore starts slow clapping and everyone joins in. All the teachers are just rolling their eyes because they definitely remember the Marauders. About 5 seconds later the Potters’ owl flies in with a new Nimbus 2000 and a note that says ‘Don’t tell your mother’

•Harry bringing Draco home in their 5th year to meet his parents over Christmas break, and when he goes home Harry has to remind his parents and uncles that “No, we aren’t dating! That’s absolutely absurd!” And everyone just looking at each other like ‘yeah, sure kid’

•Harry choosing to be a pro Quidditch player as his profession after admitting to his parents that he snuck out one night with Ron, Hermione and Draco to go try out for Puddlemore United because they had just lost their seeker and he made the team.

And James and Sirius crying with pride because their little Harry is going to be a world famous Quidditch player.

“There won’t be a person alive who doesn’t know his name” James said while ruffling his son’s hair.

•Harry in his 6th year asking Remus when he knew he was gay and coming out to Moony and Padfoot as Bi and both of them going

“Yeah, we know”

And Harry just looking so surprised and then telling them that he and Draco started dating in October and that he wanted to have him for Christmas but didn’t want to tell his dad why, and James (who was under the invisibility cloak)

“Yeah, sure he can come. But no sex after 11 pm.”

And Harry screaming like a girl from surprise and then sputtering like an idiot in response to the sex comment.

•Peter taking Harry to honeydukes before he was allowed to go with his school and Peter just completely spoiling him and buying so much that they can hardly get it home.

They sneak through the house to get to Harry’s room but meet James in the middle, who of course joins them.

They open the door to Harry’s room just to find Remus and Lily sitting on the bed with the most bored expressions on their faces. Harry looks down in shame and drops all the candy on the floor, but Lily just raises an eyebrow and goes

“Well? Aren’t you going to share?” An everyone eating their fill of candy just on Harry’s bed, and Sirius taking all the good stuff and running from the room and everyone chasing him around the house.

•When Harry turns seventeen the Marauder’s teach him to become an Animagus (and get registered). James is incredibly proud when he turns out to have a stag Animagus form as well.

Draco being terrified because he walks into Harry’s room over summer break and there’s a fucking deer casually chilling on his boyfriend’s bed like what

And Ron riding on Harry’s back to make a stupidly grand entrance picking Hermione up from her house in the middle of a muggle neighborhood

•Just the Marauders being alive please and thank you

Friendly reminder that you should terminate relationships with people that talk shit about you. People that spread poison because there are running around empty. They have no sense of self. No sense of self love. Why would you allow yourself to be friends with someone that talks shit about you from behind your back. Just how much do you love yourself? Because if you understand the value of self love, you would never be friends with those type of people. It’s a matter of knowing your value. It’s a matter of you saying ‘I don’t have to be around these people in these type of environments and situations in order for me to finally see the value in myself. I love me independent of you loving me. I believe in me. I know my self worth.’ Don’t hang out and mess with those type of people. So they talk shit about other people and you don’t think they are talking about you? Are you that special? Here are the worst type of people in the world to me. The people who literally hate your guts and dislike you and you don’t have a clue that they feel this way about you because they’re able to cover up all of their malicious energy and intentions towards you without giving you no trace that they don’t fuck with you. And then when you finally find out you are like ‘oh shit. You have been saying this and doing this and you feeling this way about me? I had no clue!’ But when people show you who they are and you see it to point when you able to talk about it: 'can you believe what she said about me? Can you believe that?’ and you are able to talk about it then you get an invite from the same person you were just sitting over dinner crying about the following week and you show up. You don’t love yourself for you to be hanging out with these type of people. Nobody who loves themself would ever entertain the idea of ever fucking with these people. When people show you who they are you have got to believe it and you have to make the adjustment according to all of these things that are revealed to you. But what about family? They can talk shit about you right? Oh, so they are allowed to tear you down because it’s family? Hmm. Doing cuts me even deeper because we have the same blood in our bloodstream. I would much rather have a random person in the street talk shit about me and tear me down than my own family or people who I think of as family. You have to be careful to what and who you give emotional access. Friends, family, your girlfriend? You can’t get to the next level with all of the devils that you have in your life. You got so many negative, evil, mean, malicious, and dysfunctional people in your life and around your circles. This is the reason why you can’t clear out the clutter and get to the next level. Self love is the cure to self hate. You are not here to spread and receive hate and negative energy. You are here to love, forgive, and grow. Just don’t hang out with people that talk shit about you or others because you don’t want to be at the receiving end of the shit they are doing. You deserve better. Love. Only love.

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170921 BTS (방탄소년단) - MIC Drop @ BTS Comeback Show [1080p]

i will never, not in a billion years, get over the most 2017 thing to ever happen: jack douglas aka jacksfilms, after months of absolutely trashing the emoji movie by mocking it relentlessly, tirelessly, making an even bigger meme out of it - this man, this icon, after all this, not only receiving a letter from sony with un-fucking-believable merchandise including fucking goddamn fidget spinners, but also being invited by actual sony to attend the fucking world premiere of the movie

i dont think i can put into words – this is the most iconic fucking thing to ever happen

truly the hero we needed and deserve. a pioneer who inspired us all showing that if you have enough determination to milk a joke until its dead, and rely on big companies being subject to poe’s law, you. can do. anything

A sampling of some of the many, many universes in which Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki didn’t somehow manage to avoid each other for TEN+ YEARS and are already happily married (Inspired in part by the musings of @kiaronna and @pearlo on this topic from this post):

  • In 2010, Viktor is leaving an Olympic after party because it has just more or less dissolved into an orgy and that’s not Really his scene. In this universe, he decides not to go back to his room and instead finds his way to an outdoor seating area, which is not very heavily utilized given the fact that it’s February. There is only one other person out there–an athlete with his back turned, curled up onto a bench. The lettering on his jacket says Japan.
    “Mind if I join?” he asks, and the other man turns to reveal dark hair and the deepest eyes Viktor has ever seen.
    “Oh,” he squeaks. “No. Go ahead.”
    They sit, and talk, and three hours later exchange phone numbers. Instead of going to America to train, Yuuri Katsuki goes to Russia to train under Yakov Feltsman. He takes National gold in 2011 and marries Viktor in 2012.
  • Phichit accidentally posts a video of Yuuri doing a bit of Viktor’s 2013 free skate to Instagram, instead of the hamster video he meant to post. The video makes its way through the figure skating grapevine until, obviously, reaching Viktor. Viktor immediately DM’s Phichit, begging to know who the man in the video is.
    Yuuri wakes up to six missed calls, 609 Instagram notifications, 49 texts and a DM from Viktor Nikiforov.
    “I WAS ASLEEP FOR AN HOUR,” he shrieks.
    Phichit takes complete credit for their marriage in his speech at their wedding less than a year later.
  • Through the careful and judicious saving of money for several years, and because in at least one timeline the main waterline in the onsen and the transmission on the family car don’t go kaput in the same year, Yuuri’s family is able to send him to one of Yakov Feltsman’s ice skating boot camps when he is fourteen years old.
    Viktor is there, all shining hair and huge smile and new celebrity. He has just placed at the Turin Olympics and is on his way to becoming a Russian household name, and Yuuri has been in love with him for two years already.
    “Yuuri!” Viktor coos across the ice, over the heads of the fifteen other skaters in the bootcamp. “Keep your hips even! It won’t make it so hard to turn into your Axel!”
    “Yuuri! Don’t hunch your shoulders on the spread eagle!”
    “Yuuri! Your thigh should be parallel to the ice on that sitspin!”
    “He’s incredibly skilled for his age,” Lilia tells Yakov in the back of the rink one day. “And Vitya has been behaving remarkably well, since he came here.” She fixes her eyes on Yakov, deep and determined. “He’ll be old enough to make his senior debut next year. If we groom him through his last year of juniors, he could bronze in his first GPF, or better. I want him, Yasha.”
    Yakov Feltsman is not in the habit of denying his wife those few things she asks of him.
    Yuuri Katsuki returns home after that bootcamp to pack his things and collect his dog and hug his parents goodbye.
    “I’ll take good care of him, Mr. and Mrs. Katsuki,” Viktor assures from a Skype call. “He’ll be getting the best training in the world. I even have a poodle, so Vicchan won’t be lonely during the day!”
    Hiroko and Toshiya just smile knowingly.
    Yuuri Katsuki is newly fifteen when he moves to Russia and begins sharing a condo with Viktor Nikiforov. He is sixteen when he wins his first GPF silver, and eighteen when the Vancouver Olympics roll around and he stands below his best friend on the podium and accepts silver for Japan as Viktor accepts gold.
    He is nineteen when, after five years of glances and touches and shared secrets and tears and laughter, Viktor pulls him into bed.
    “About time,” is the general consensus to that.
    They have only been dating, dating-dating, for five months when Viktor asks him to marry him.
    “I know it’s quick,” Viktor says, “but I feel like–I feel like we’ve known each other all our lives, anywa, so what’s the point in waiting?”
    Yuuri, of course, feels the same way.
  • Viktor makes a split-second decision to touch up his make-up before a press conference at the Trophee de France 2011, and as he’s patting the sweat marks off his temples hears the definite sound of someone crying.
    “Um,” he announces to the otherwise silence bathroom. “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah!” comes the answer, shrill. “I’m totally fine!”
    “You don’t sound fine,” Viktor says, and ducks his head to see which stall has feet under it. In the last stall, he sees a pair of badly-abused sneakers. He straightens up and knocks on the door. “I’ll leave you alone if you want me to, but I can–if you want, I can show you a better place to cry. Than here.”
    It takes a moment, but the door opens. The man in front of him has watery eyes and puffy red cheeks and Viktor isn’t sure he has ever found someone so beautiful.
    “Okay,” he whispers, and Viktor leads him onto the roof where instead of crying, he stares out over the skyline and tells Viktor about his home town.
    Viktor never does discover why Yuuri was crying, but he does get his phone number–and he does visit his hometown with him, a year later, to tell Yuuri’s family that they’ve decided to get married.
  • Yuuri is somehow convinced by Phichit to go out with a group after Skate America in 2013–Phichit is in his element, leading people around the city with expansive gestures and the effortless social confidence Yuuri has come to know of his best friend. 
    “You’re from this city too, aren’t you?” asks someone at Yuuri’s shoulder, and Yuuri turns from Phichit’s monologue to see Viktor Nikiforov of all people. Yuuri, distantly in the back of his mind, realizes that he didn’t see Viktor before because he is wearing a hat, scarf, and enormous sunglasses.
    “Um, not from here,” Yuuri says, trying not to squeak, “but I–we both live here, Phichit and I.”
    “But you know the city,” Viktor says, “so that means you would know a place where I can get the most disgustingly greasy food imaginable and you and I can go there and my coach never needs to know?”
    “Yes,” Yuuri says immediately, because he may be timid around most people, and especially around his idol, but he has more than enough sense to realize that His Time Has Come. “I can absolutely do that.”
    Yuuri takes Viktor to American Coney Island, where they eat loose burgers and chili fries and drink diet coke, which is the only cession to their diets.
    “Oh Yuuri,” Viktor laughs at the end of the night, a speck of chili cheese still at the corner of his mouth, “I could fall in love with a man like you.”
    And he does.
  • Celestino wins a radio lottery and receives tickets to Champions on Ice in Las Vegas–he decides to take Yuuri and a rinkmate. Yuuri’s rinkmate is nice, but he doesn’t know her very well, and he’s several years younger. She also has friends in Nevada who she wants to meet up with, and Yuuri doesn’t know anybody in the state for obvious reasons. On the first day they are there, Yuuri’s rinkmate disappears with her friends and Celestino takes his wife and goes exploring on the strip. Yuuri stays in his room and plays Pokemon and Skypes his mother.
    On the second day, Yuuri goes shopping for souvenirs for Yuuko and his family, and stares far too long at the billboard of Viktor Nikiforov’s face that is advertising the ice show. That night, he debates which of the three posters he brought with him he should bring to have Viktor sign, before deciding on none–the odds that he will meet Viktor Nikiforov tonight are practically not any higher than they were when the were on opposite sides of the world, and Celestino won’t want to wait in the long autograph lines.
    “Don’t you want an autograph, Yuuri?” Celestino asks after the show, and Yuuri thinks it’s nice of him even though they both know that the polite thing to do is say no.
    “No,” Yuuri says, staring at the long line, and continues out of the building. 
    They branch off then–Celestino has dinner plans with his wife, and Yuuri’s rinkmate is meeting back up with her friends for some clubbing.
    Yuuri is walking back to the hotel when he bumps headlong into somebody’s solid chest.
    “Oh, sorry,” they say, and steady him with hands on his shoulders. Yuuri looks up and finds the same icey blue eyes frm that billboard yesterday staring back at him.
    “Oh,” Yuuri whispers, wide-eyed. “You’re–”
    “Shhh,” whispers Viktor Nikiforov, pressing a finger to his own lips. “Don’t give it away, I’m hiding. 
    “VITYA,” someone from the alley leading back towards the ice center screams.
    “Come on,” Viktor laughs, and tugs Yuuri away by the hand. 
    It’s the spring before Viktor will cut his hair, and it flies out behind him in a magnificent cascade as they run.
    They find their way into a club, where Viktor buys them drinks and laughs and laughs no matter what Yuuri is saying, and then drags him out onto the dance floor. Yuuri has not yet met Phichit Chulanont, who will drag him to pole dancing classes and teach him how to move his hips like a weapon, but he and Viktor get by in the crush of bodies, pushing against each other.
    “I think I love you,” Viktor breaths against his neck, and they’re both three sheets to the wind, but Viktor is Russian and Yuuri is a college student and their tolerance is astronomical. They aren’t even stumbling. “I know we only just met, but I think I love you.”
    “Then let’s get married,” Yuuri blurts before he can help it, and Viktor beams.
    “Yes!” he cries. “Yes, let’s do that!”
    It isn’t hard to find a place that will marry them–even though Viktor’s signature on the certificate looks more like a drawing of a tree, and even though Yuuri’s tie ends up around his forehead halfway through the ceremony.
    In the morning, Yuuri wakes up with the worst hangover of his life, fully-clothed next to Viktor Nikiforov, and says, “We can–this happens all the time, we can have it annulled.”
    Viktor stares down at the ring on his finger, tangled hair all over one shoulder. Yuuri realizes that he doesn’t even rememer where the rings came from. How much did they cost? 
    “I would rather not, if that’s okay,” Viktor murmurs, and so they don’t.
    Yuuri carries out the rest of the year in Detroit, wearing the ring around his neck on a chain and thinking about his husband, half a world away, waiting for him.

Tag this with how you’d pass the time and fight off the existential madness of immortality if you were in the 17776 reality

anonymous asked:

hey i'm sorta new to the fandom and idk much about the batfamily who seem to be a big part of dc so can you describe them to me?

bruce wayne: 75% brooding, 25% adopts children with black hair and blue eyes and turns them into his crime fighting sidekicks

richard (more commonly known as dick) grayson: 50% ass, 50% love and affection

jason todd: 50% daddy issues, 40% anger, 10% looking for love and approval

tim drake: 50% insomniac, 50% drinks coffee like drug addicts snort coke

damian wayne: 30% cutest nose ever, 30% threatens to kill half the people he’s met, 30% adopts stray animals like his father adopts kids (it’s a wayne thing!!), 10% favoring dick over his other brothers

stephanie brown: 100% the most bad ass person in this family for slapping bruce that one time

cassandra cain: 50% cinnamon roll that could kill you, 40% showing affection with body language instead of words, 10% most adorable brown eyes ever

alfred: 100% the heart of the family, nothing would ever get done without him around, even when the other members don’t get along with each other they get along with alfred + they would all be dead without him like who tf would cook

i know i’m missing some people like barbara and duke because i only did the people that i knew really well sorry
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#like….okay. okay. this is one of my absolute favorite scenes out of the entire film #i’ve posted about this before but GOD zack taylor bravely confesses his love in this little moment between the four of them and it just. #it breaks my heart. because for starters it’s so in character? zack taylor is canonically impulsive and reckless and risk-taking. #he doesn’t always think things through. he acts first and thinks later. it’s part of the whole parkour persona he’s got going on. #so of course in this moment (when he’s feeling anguish/desperation about losing billy) he realizes and says aloud what he’s thinking #“billy probably did die for us. i would too if i could.” just…he just says it. you hear a little hesitation in ludi’s delivery (SO GOOD) #but he just flat out tells them he would trade his life for theirs after knowing them what. ten days? god. zack has fallen so hard. #jason mightve been the one to deliver the sad speech about wanting to trade places with him but it’s zack who steals the show imo #imagine loving someone so much that you’d trade your life for theirs? THEN MULTIPLY THAT BY FOUR #that’s what zack does. he drops the ‘i love you’ bomb. “there are a million different ways to say i love you. you just have to listen.” #I CANT GET OVER THIS LIKE I CANNOT EVER GET OVER THIS zack who had NO ONE BUT HIS MOM two weeks before #is now prepared to give up everything in order to keep these people he loves (l o v e s) safe.

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“To you, matters of the heart have always been simple. You’ve always lived by three rules: you don’t do emotions, you don’t do attachment, and you don’t do love. That is, until you meet the enigma that is Kim Namjoon- a man who shakes your entire world upside down.”

pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: smut
wordcount: 7.1k

part one



You were used to judgment.

It came in many shapes and forms. Men’s roaming gazes as you walked past. The way guys would leer at you, objectifying you with their stares and their wolf whistles. You were used to coming face to face with judgment. 

People made assumptions about you and always had. Guys you slept with always approached you and you knew they had seen you and made a snap judgment about who you were. Girls who saw you narrowed their eyes and protectively put a hand on their boyfriends knees when you walked past. People saw you and decided that they knew who you were, you didn’t have a say in the matter. In their eyes you were already the slut, the loose one, the messy one, and nothing you could say or do would change that judgment call.

So it had been a surprise when you had met Namjoon’s eyes last week and seen no judgment there.

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My dearest Historia,

Reiner is standing to my side. He is catching glimpses as I write this letter of my love for you. What a creep, he is never getting a girlfriend. But he did promise me that he would deliver this letter to you. He says he wants to repay me for saving them that day.

I’m sorry for what happened then. I never imagined I would choose them over you. I’ll be dead not long after these words. But I don’t regret anything.

I didn’t have a name. I didn’t know who my parents were, or where they were from. My earliest memory is of being one beggar among many. But one day, a man showed up and gave me a name.

Ever since then, people called me Ymir.

You may not think it’s much of an unusual name, but all I had to do was take it, and then I was given a fine bed and fed meals. That wasn’t all. Those adults who, until then, acted like I was invisible all got on their knees and revered me. As for the man who named me, he began ti dress more and more extravagantly, and as he did, he grew happier.

I felt good, too. All I had to do to make everyone delighted and happy was play the role that I had been given. That’s what I believed. And that’s why I kept playing the part of Ymir.

People had started to call me devil before I knew it; but I still kept playing the part of Ymir.

The man who had given me a name claimed that I had “tricked him.”

Still, I kept playing the part of Ymir.

I thought if that’s what would save them, it would be fine. But…

There are some people in this world who have rocks thrown at them for nothing more than existing. As their symbol, I was stoned from head to toe.

It seems that in this world, it doesn’t mean anything in particular that a simple chunk of flesh can scream and flail.

No.

It doesn’t mean a thing.

That’s why I think the world is so incredible.

I opened my eyes again, and spread before me was freedom.

From there, I began to walk and I lived the way I wanted. I have no regrets.

Or so I’d like to say. But to be honest, I do have one.

You and I still aren’t married.

–Ymir

“Hey Derek, can you get the IT intern in here? Printer connection’s fucked up again.”

Derek practically dives across his desk to grab the phone when his boss closes his office door.

Will answers with his typical, monotoned, “IT, this is Will.”

“Hey, Will! So, here’s the thing,” he starts, but Will cuts him off right away.

“Oh my god, Derek, don’t touch anything, I’m on my way.”

Will hangs up on him immediately after that, which Derek finds equal parts amusing and offensive. He tried to fix the computer one time at the beginning of the summer, and now Will refuses to even try to talk Derek through fixing anything. Every call from Derek requires Will to come into the office and fix it himself, which Derek is definitely not complaining about.

Will walks into the office and Derek tries not to swoon. It’s only 11:00, but it must’ve been a long day already, because Will’s already ditched his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up. Derek has to restrain himself from groaning when he sees that Will’s got on his slate grey pants, the ones that are just a little bit tight, stretching over his thick thighs and ass. He’s got on his typical, frustrated look and Derek kind of hates himself for finding it hot.

“Willy P!” Derek yells across the room.

“Oh my god, Derek,” Will groans. “We are in an office.”

“We’re in an office and we’re interns, Willy boy. No one cares what we do. We are invisible until we are needed.”

“Well, apparently right now I’m needed,” Will huffs. “So show me what you screwed up.”

“I didn’t screw it up! The printer connection’s fucked again.”

“Thank god, that’s actually an easy fix,” Will sighs. Derek tries not to pout too obviously. An easy fix means Will won’t be here very long.

By now, two months into the summer, Derek knows that Will knows where the printer is, but he leads him back there anyway. He leans back on the counter as Will gets to work, watching over the rim of his coffee mug.

“Don’t you ever work?” Will asks, not looking away from the printer.

“Eh,” Derek shrugs, “I guess it’s a slow day.”

“Seems like it’s always a slow day for you,” Will says.

“Only when you’re around, Willy P,” Derek grins. He sees the way Will’s cheeks get pink even as he shakes his head.

It doesn’t take long before Will finishes, and Derek waits as he tests it out.

“Alright, let your boss know you’re good to go,” he says. “I’ll see you tomorrow when you forget how to connect your keyboard to your computer again.”

“Or,” Derek starts, pausing to gather his courage, “We could go get lunch. IT interns get lunch, right?”

“We do get lunch,” Will nods. “We might not get a four-hour long lunch like you publishing interns, though.”

“Let’s start with half an hour for lunch, then, and you can make up the three and a half more hours at dinner,” Derek tries.

Will goes pink in the cheeks again, and Derek is fully prepared to play it off as a joke until Will says, “Lunch sounds good.”

“And dinner?” Derek asks. He knows he’s pushing his luck, but he can’t help it.

“Dinner sounds good, too,” Will grins.

Derek isn’t even a little bit embarrassed about the way he blatantly fist-pumps in front of Will and the rest of the office.

13x01 - Episode Review Part 1

In which Dean just about held it together… and I did not. 

This review will be in several parts. I have separated it into several sections that I wish to talk about because hot damn. What an episode! This Part 1 focuses on Dean’s grief and Destiel and saying goodbye to Castiel. 

Firstly, an introduction

As I sit here, surrounded by three friends who I met on tumblr, BECAUSE of this show, I am amazed at how far I have come. I did not think that when I joined this fandom I would ever get to this moment, but my gosh what an amazing feeling this is. To all of you out there – reach out to people, you really won’t regret what you find. 

I adored this episode. I screamed, I even shed a single man tear whilst holding on to @amwritingmeta quite tightly… sorry Annelie if I hurt you at all. @tinkdw, @margarittet and @amwritingmeta you guys are wonderful and I am so glad that I have been able to flail and scream along to this awesome episode with you. Thank you for sharing this crazy obsession with me.

Part 1 - Love, Grief and Saying Goodbye

THEY USED METALLICA’S NOTHING ELSE MATTERS AS THE OPENING SONG! We were two seconds in and @margarittet had to pause because we all collectively SCREAMED that they chose to use this as the open song AS WELL! @tinkdw said that she wanted to try and guess what the opening song was this season but I don’t think ANY OF US considered that they would reuse “Nothing Else Matters” because its just so on the nose isn’t it? Nothing else matters? Nothing else matters than what exactly?

Well once again the “Then” sequence ends on Dean kneeling over Cas’s body.

The answer is Castiel. Nothing else matters than CASTIEL. This is repeated CONSTANTLY throughout the episode. You are not allowed to forget about him for a SINGLE SECOND and this opening song drums that home. Seriously if there are any Cas fans out there still bitter about Cas I dunno what show you are watching because it certainly ISN’T the show I watched yesterday.

It hurts to think about. What even was this episode? From the opening song “Nothing Else Matters” to the “Goodbye Cas” at the funeral pyre, this episode was chocablock full of moments that prove unequivocally that for Dean, Cas truly is his guiding light, his hope. Even if you don’t see their relationship as romantic you cannot possibly deny after 13x01 that Dean and Cas have an extraordinary connection and a deep and profound love that has now transferred to an even deeper excruciating grief in Dean.

Choosing to use this song as the season opener though? The season opener always reflects the tones of the season, the main themes. To have THIS song as the season opening? Wow. Just wow. This is a song that comes up first if you google “Metallica Love Song” by the way. In case you were wondering if it was indeed a love song. Because it is. James Hetfield confirmed it was written for a girlfriend. Interestingly though it has been debated over the years as the lyrics themselves are not conventionally romantic lyrics. Nevertheless, this is now fact: Supernatural used a Love Song called “Nothing Else Matters” to set the tone and theme of season 13, lingering over shots of Dean looking down at Castiel’s dead body. This isn’t even arguable. This is where we are.

(and what a wonderful place to be my friends)

Dean’s grief was beautifully portrayed by the superb acting skills of Jensen Ackles. In my season 13 wishlist I said this:

“It probably goes without saying but MAN PAIN OVER CAS – I mean, I reckon we are gonna get a good helping of this. Maybe not immediate tears but its gonna be pretty damn angsty – if the promo’s are anything to go by. I basically want it to be UNDENIABLE in canon that CAS is the reason that Dean is so broken up and that BOTH brothers are seriously struggling with his death. It has to be OBVIOUS how important Cas was to them and how his death has affected them

I think we can tick this one off. :)

Continues under the cut.

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imagine if Richie got braces

-one of the worst days of Richie’s life was having to walk into school with braces

-it turned out his teeth were fucked, and now he needed to wear them for the next couple of years

-everyone at school had a field day making fun of him, now that he looked even nerdier than before

-the loser’s club tried to assure him he looked fine; that it was no big deal. But he saw Stan sniggering, and noticed Eddie’s pitying look

-Richie eventually stopped talking, laughing, or doing anything that would risk showing people his braces.

-Eddie started to notice; and knew there was only one solution:

-he got braces too. Convincing his mom was way too easy. “But mom! Not getting braces could pose a serious risk to my mouth in the future! What if I end up with a jaw misalignment?!”

-Richie is over the moon the day Eddie walks in to school and gives him the biggest smile ever; showing him his new rainbow braces

-they actually really suit him; and it weirdly becomes the cool new thing. Nobody makes fun of Richie anymore. In fact, they’re all secretly envious

-….but Eddie and Richie totally don’t end up getting their mouths stuck together after their braces tangle during a make out session….

-definitely not.