I firmly believe all cardassians are wearing wigs, every single one of them, it’s just super fashionable rn to wear a greasy black wig over their bald lizard heads, all of them, even garak, even dukat, and gul macet is just that guy who went the extra mile and got a stick-on beard, all for the sake of Fashion, you cannot convince me otherwise
Harry hated it [the heart monitor game], so I'd love to do it again.
Yeah, I think he did hate it. Cause, you know he's never that bothered but he was texting me being like 'Is it alright? Was it embarassing?' And I feel like it bothered him. In a mild way, not in a serious way.
I'm not surprised! He had to unbutton his shirt, sitting here with his chest open, looking at pictures of really awkward things and trying not to show how he really felt about it.
Shouldn't have been famous then, sorryyyyyyy!
Because some people are hating on Magnus and I had some prince of hell inspiration:
Central Park had become a war zone: the only thing that remained of the once serene location, huge craters of earth, rivers turned red with spilled blood, and half of Bow bridge; a half that was rapidly crumbling into the river than ran beneath it.
It was a bloodbath.
Magnus’ eyes drifted to the bodies that littered the ground, Shadowhunters and Downworlders and the unfortunate mundanes who had been caught in a war they hadn’t seen coming.
The warlocks who still stood were half trying to push back the demons and half keeping the wards up to drive the more curious mundanes away from the brunt of it. Keeping the glamours up so they couldn’t see the destruction behind the veil.
And right in the middle of the field, from the huge crater that was the portal to Edom, poured out more demons, by the hundreds, screeching and taking down everything and everyone in their path, bathing the ground with blood of Downworlders and Shadowhunters alike.
One came too close to a wolf that stood taller than the rest of the pack and Magnus sent out a bolt of fire, turning it to ash even before it hit the ground.
The wolf turned around and growled and Magnus rolled his eyes.
Fucking werewolves and their insistence on being able to handle themselves. Even in wolf form, Luke Garroway still liked to think he had everything handled.
He heard another wolf scream and turned sharply, keeping his arms to the side when he noticed Alexander hacking down the demon before it could cause further damage.
His eyes scanned the battlefield.
They were outnumbered. The demons were pouring out by the second, in minutes the entire field would be completely outrun by them; in hours, the entire city.
Downworlders and Shadowhunters would eventually get fatigued. But demons? Demons kept going until everyone was dead.
“Come to seal the portal warlock?”
Magnus glanced up at the circle member that was grinning at him, the black circle on his neck a stark contrast to his pale skin.
“It’s too late you know. Jonathan was the one who summoned them. Even if you are able to seal it, the damage is already done.”
Magnus’ eyes narrowed. “They might have answered his call. But they will obey my command.”
A flicker of his fingers incinerated the man and he knelt, sinking his fingers into the ground. His eyes bled till they were golden, pupils narrowed into slits as he let his power out. Felt the rush as he welcomed his father’s authority.
“Return to me!”
His words cracked like a whip; his power poured out of him in waves, rippling and sending shockwaves all over the city, pulling the demons to him like they were the puppets and he the who held their strings.
They ran. Ran from all the corners they’d burrowed into, left the downworlders and mundanes and shadowhunters they’d been attacking; his power overriding their need to render and tear; his power bringing them all to a heel.
They came in their droves, racing over each other, skittering on their claws, raced down the portal, straight down the abyss like he commanded it.
Some of them tried shaking off his call; their need for death briefly overshadowing his call for them to return.
“No!” He bellowed. “You will return. As the son of your prince I demand it. As Asmodeus’ heir, I command you!”
For a brief moment, just before the last of the demons went through, he heard it. The low chuckle of a father pleased that he’d used his power and called on his name.
Magnus blocked it out; using the last tendrils of his power to seal the portal.
Finally, he stood back up and turned around, drained of energy and power.
He met the eyes of Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike. Surprise and respect and awe and in a few Shadowhunters, fear. That did not surprise him.
His eyes found Alexander’s. He looked worn and tired, his expression slightly cautious. They hadn’t fully resolved things and it showed that he wasn’t sure how Magnus would react.
Magnus took a step towards him and staggered. His vision swarm, his knees buckled and he closed his eyes, waiting to hit the ground hard, only to sigh in relief when he instead felt himself sink against a warm lean body.
He slowly opened his eyes and met Alec’s hazel ones, concern and pride and love shining in their depths.
Alec brushed his hair back and Magnus sighed at the touch. Oh how he’d missed his touch.
Alec extended his hand. “Take my strength. Take as much as you need.”
Magnus clasped his hand and held on; taking the strength that Alec willingly gave, his head resting against Alec’s chest, finding solace and comfort in his arms.
But then he felt Alec suck in a harsh breath and he pulled away, eyes running over his face and body, searching for the source of pain. “Did something happen? Are you hurt?” When that got him nothing, he reached for Alec’s face and turned his face till Alec was looking at him. “Is something wrong?”
Alec cocked his head, throat bobbing as he pointed at the now sealed portal to Edom. “What did you mean when you said you were the son of their prince?”
Damn. He’d totally forgotten about that for a moment.
“Um, Alexander. There’s something I have to tell you.”
Seychelle left Tobias alone as she went around asking for a ride home (thanks to Augie). After an hour of no sign of Seychelle, Tobias began to sober up by the pool. __________________________
- “Tobias, right?” - “…” - “I saw Augie’s twitter. You and Seychelle can crash at my place if you guys can’t find a ride.” - “Eurhh, nah, It’s cool. Neither Seychelle or I are down to drive any where else but home, tonight.” - “Where’s there to drive to when you’re already there?” - “Mm..? I’m sorry but, who are you again?” -“Pffbbt, I’m Maxine but, people call me ‘Max’. Funny how you’d walk into someone’s house without knowing who it belongs to.”
You can be bad at a language right now and still put it in your langblr bio because you’re trying. You can be a beginner at a language and still say you speak it because YOU DO. As long as you make a point to keep improving you shouldn’t be ashamed of where you currently are because we all have to start somewhere
Okay, but I feel like zutara could've happened in the end of book 3. like, maybe nothing extreme like kissing, but maybe, katara wrapping bandages around Zuko (before the coronation) and telling him how reckless he is and that he shouldn't sacrifice himself b/c he is supposed to be firelord and then they bicker (or something like that) and then Zuko says something along the lines, "I care about your survival than my throne" katara huffs (but smiles), leaving a 'maybe ever after' sort of feel.
Yeah. You’re right. This is the exact “how it could have eneded” slight-Zutara twist picture. You know I never thought about it but I figure something like this would have fit in the finale, with no need to change anything about the show.
“I’m sorry. You shouldn't— No one should ever have to go through that…You were just a kid.” “We both were.” “Are…are you okay?” “I don’t know. I don’t know if I should say anymore, I shouldn’t…I-I…I should go. I have to go. I can’t…I can’t.” “Santi?”
I rewatched tfp and I've got a question. Sherlock and John cut the scenes from the beach into mycrofts movie. (I assume it was them, who else could it be?) Later it is revealed that readbeard is Victor Trevor. Shouldn't he then be in one of those home videos? Wasn't it suspicious to sherlock that there never is a dog in it? And shouldn't he know more about Eurus(or has he lost his power of deduction) ?
YEAH YOU WOULD THINK WOULDN’T YOU LOVELY. LIKE CLEARLY JOHN AND SHERLOCK SPENT A LONG WHILE CLIPPING THIS TOGETHER. I guess Victor’s the one holding the camera?? Or EURUS??? Or I guess Mycroft destroyed all past evidence of his family’s home movies??? I DON’T KNOW. It makes no sense at all, Lovely. Mycroft is smart, but I have to suspend WAY TOO MUCH OF MY DISBELIEF to believe that an adolescent boy orchestrated the lock up of his mentally ill sister, and essentially erasing her from Sherlock’s brain, cover up a murder of a child and ALSO ensure his parents believed the death of their daughter?? Like fuck no. TFP is far too ridiculous for it to even be real. One or two things, I could excuse. But every 2 minutes something else happens that contradicts ALL THE RULES OF THE SHERLOCK UNIVERSE. BLAH.
you wanna hear something really dark? you know how the titanic was famously like women and children first to the lifeboats?
you know what the deal with that is?
um. if you don't do that. you know what your survivors look like? all dudes.
because they're stronger and they'll just push down anyone drowning and float on them.
every other similar wreck in its time had
something like, 399 male survivors, 1 child, cos one guy was very big and very tenacious and managed to save his kid or whatever but
"i'll kill you all motherfuckers"
--i thought that was--
probably shouldn't have said that lol
--i thought -- wow -- i thought that was kind of implicit in the rule cos like, i kind of assumed that was the case, compensating for like, when the actual "survival of the fittest" shit kicks in--
"hey mrs fuckin pennybottom, that frilly hat ain't gonna protect you from this fist"