God knows I love superhero comics and movies and especially tv shows. I adore the secret identity, will-they-or-won’t-they reveals, and I could watch them endlessly. But if there was any trope from this genre I would like to kill with fire, it’s “For Her Own Protection”. You know, the one they’re playing with Karen Page and Iris West and formerly with Laurel Lance? The one where almost everyone in the hero’s life knows about his identity- except The Girl. Of course we have to protect The Girl from putting herself in danger, never mind that this is more likely to happen when an intelligent, capable character is missing crucial information that makes her actions seem ditzy. I really really hope they fix this with the next season of Daredevil and upcoming episodes of the Flash.

Shit. I fucked up. I think from now on I’m going to refrain from saying anything about OQ and CS. Even though it’s literally ALWAYS in my tags, sometimes I forget people actually read them lmao.  I don’t even like being negative! It’s not me! Not when it comes to things like this, I have ALWAYS been completely about what I love, what makes me happy, etc. What is tumblr doing to me? arghhh

I dislike CS/OQ/Hood/Hook therefore I am not going to waste anymore time reblogging posts about them. It’ll be kept to a bare minimum at least, as sometimes they’re bound to be mentioned in SQ related posts, etc.

 Also, I obviously, lately, have a huge problem with the anti-Regina’s, not to mention the SQ hate.. and even though I’m not going around sending toxic anon messages or posting lengthy rants about these characters/ships…this still makes me feel like a huge hypocrite. There are people who genuinely love OQ/Hood/CS/Hook just much as I love SQ/Regina (and probably some of you are aware of how much it upsets me when I see anything remotely negative (ugh lol I need to toughen up)) so I’ve decided, I really need to be more respectful than I have been. And more tolerant. Much more tolerant. 


IDC if you call them your bbs, IDC if you sit through AoU 20 times, or if you write fic of them, or make art of them, or change your icon to pictures of them.

The Maximoff twins are Jewish-Romani superheroes and the children of Holocaust survivors. If you can’t understand how fucked up Marvel and Whedon’s erasure of that heritage is, you’re no fan of the Maximoffs

i can’t stop thinking about single dad!grantaire

single dad!grantaire who was saddled with a baby after eight months of radio silence when an ex-gf suddenly parades into his life and dumps a baby on him kind of like ‘she’s yours now’ 

single dad!grantaire who spends alll of three hours freaking out and then gets his shit together and buys absolutely everything the baby needs (because he can’t afford to be so self-depreciating anymore, he can’t afford to wallow in self-pity) 

single dad!grantaire who answers’ combeferre’s ‘you’re late for the meeting. everything alright?’ text with, ‘so, i’m sort of a dad now?’ and is surprised when everyone shows up at his apartment with expressions of disbelief and curiosity, who see the baby perched on grantaire’s hip and immediately spring forward to help him

(the last thing grantaire ever expects is for anyone to help him)

single dad!grantaire who flies through parenting easily, because he’s so, so good around children and then you have enjolras who is terrified at even coming close to grantaire’s daughter because she’s so beautiful and enjolras is all hard lines and anger and he doesn’t want to break her

single dad!grantaire who calls up enjolras and combeferre to help him when his daughter falls ill, because comebeferre is in med school and for some reason or another, his daughter absolutely adores enjolras something silly, and he knows his presence will help her more than anything

single dad!grantaire who isn’t the least bit surprised when his daughter loves enjolras something fierce just like he does, because it must be in their genetics just to absolutely adore the shit out of him.

single dad!grantaire that doesn’t even notice that enjolras has practically moved in with them until he trips over one of enjolras’ books on the way to get his daughter to stop crying in the middle of the night, only to find enjolras already there, rocking her and cooing her back to sleep

just single dad!grantaire (*‿*✿)

One very sweet person is trying to get Hayley and Lyndsy to see the “Who is Angie?” comic, on twitter. Can you fav/RT this tweet

I never ask this kind of things to my followers but that would be very cool and it means a lot to me :) 

I will post fluffy Carmilla, Agent Carter and/or Orphan Black fanarts tonight in return ♥

anonymous asked:

this isn't hate or me trying to be clever, i'm genuinely asking - when it comes to the tattoos, are you just guessing that they match/compliment each other or do you actually believe they do? i see it mentioned a lot but i don't understand how we can know for sure why they got any of their tattoos or even why two teenagers would get so many couples tattoos. some larry things make sense but i just don't get the tattoo stuff

If I met two people in my real life who spent a lot of time together, looked at each other lovingly, and made sexual innuendos at each other, and one had an anatomical heart tattoo and the other had a realistic arrow tattoo in a corresponding size, I would assume they probably were in a committed relationship. If I found out that they also had a ship and compass done by the same tattoo artist less than 24 hours apart, an anchor and rope, and a rose and dagger (on roughly the same spot on the same arm, no less), I wouldn’t even question it.

Of course we can’t “know for sure.” But we can make inferences based on behavior, and those inferences can be so strong that we can be confident they’re correct, even without having actual knowledge of the situation.

If nothing is falling from the sky when I go to sleep, but there are six inches of icy white stuff on the ground when I wake up, I’m going to infer that it snowed over night, even if I never saw any of the snow falling from the sky myself. Because there’s evidence that allows (requires!) me to make that inference.

Harry and Louis’s behavior, including the tattoos, is basically as clear to me as that snow on the ground.

Saw this in the Yahoo article, it looks like it’s from Ladders, so is it a deleted scene or am I wrong and it’s from a later episode?


[150504] “New Life for Children” Virtual Choir

Many singers participated in this song.
*EXO’s CHEN can be seen around 0:09, 0:42, 1:55, 2:38, 3:35, and 4:03.

the-charmandrigo-poketribe asked:

Ayo Yass. Hmmm I dunno if anyone have made you this question but, since when you do art? You have any really old drawing?

This is the oldest one I could find. I don’t know how old I was when I drew this but I’m pretty sure it was around the time I was still sleeping in my parents’ room. This is glued on the door along with stickers I used to consider cool and would add style to the door.

This is really old, I mean it is in ruins. And brown. Like an old pirate’s map.

I still remember the whole picture though. It’s a farm next to a lake (the lake is obviously not seen anymore) with people swimming there and below it is a whole neighborhood with random car doodles.

I was so young when I started drawing, I don’t even remember when. But I do remember having difficulties drawing Pikachu’s zigzag tail!

As sad as this sounds, I don’t have any drawings I have when I was in young (gradeschool) anymore because I threw them all away (they were drawn in scraps and papers and not on sketchbooks so they were messy). A part of me is upset to have let them go but I like a neat cabinet and I seriously don’t want to spend 3 hours reminiscing every time I do a general cleaning around the house. It was time. In high school, most of what I drew got snatched by my friends because they liked my drawings. They took good care of them and it was heart warming. I even gave a whole sketchbook away and I didn’t seem to mind (odd, present ‘me’ would never do that). I wasn’t so serious with art back then, I guess.

anderfeelsy asked:

so I don't know if you've answered this already, but how do you think Anders would react to finding out there was a cure for tranquility? And that he had the cure on hand?

I have vague memories of perhaps talking about this, but I don’t know when that was lmao, so I’m gonna do it again (if I even did before…).

I think his initial reaction to there being a cure, just generally, would be happiness and relief. This fate, this thing he’d feared for his entire life, this thing that was considered worse than death was curable. Every mage who had been unjustly made Tranquil (read: all of them) could be cured of this horrific fate. It would feel great, and I think he’d want to help spread and implement the use of the cure (something he is uniquely suited to do, of course, and Justice would be 100% into that; righting the greatest wrong ever perpetrated against a mage? Fuck yeah. And Anders could help them adjust after they’re cured as well, since we know that’s tough, and he would be excellent at that). He would also know that if the unthinkable happened to Hawke, if they were a mage, that he could fix it immediately. That would also be immensely comforting, for obvious reasons.

But then there would be a bitter part to it after the immediate relief. Because he would remember Karl, he would realize that he didn’t need to die, that Anders had had the cure inside of him the whole time. Karl could’ve been saved right then and there, but he didn’t know. If he had’ve, that would’ve been a significant thing in his life. I honestly do wonder if Anders would’ve even been interested in Hawke if he’d had Karl around. Karl’s loss had a huge impact on his life, and it would fucking hurt to know it could’ve been avoided all this time.

Of course, he would have Hawke to comfort him. It would help soothe the sting because it was over now, and you can never go back. There was no way he could’ve known. He’d definitely cry over it though, I think. Karl meant a lot to him (I don’t care what he says, he loved him), and the knowledge that he could’ve saved him would definitely cut deep.

But! Anders finding out about the cure for Tranquility, and that he’s uniquely suited to help with that may cause him to realize that he’s immune to it. Which would be… well, I think that would cause him to nearly collapse with relief. The thing he feared most can’t be done to him. The worst thing that could ever happen to him is confirmed to be impossible. And that would be another tearful moment, but those would be of joy rather than sadness, for once.

College Roommates: Part 12

Character: Dean x Reader 
Word Count: 1350-ish
Meanings: Y/N=First Name L/N=Last Name H/C=Hair Colour B/S = Body Shape Y/H = Your Height
A/N:  Again, let me know what you think! Ow and with the mask I had something like this or this in mind, but of course that’s up to your own imagination *insert rainbow*

Masterlist (including all parts of College Roommates)

The end of the School year is getting closer and preparations are made for next year.

You walked into the apartment and saw a letter lying on the floor, clearly it had been shoved under your door.

It read that you could change your room and roommate if requested by this Friday. You’d be put in the system and within 4 weeks you would get a response about your new apartment and/or new roommate.

You quickly read threw it and ignored it. You didn’t feel like moving, ever since the football field with Dean, you two got along really well. The apartment was okay as well, after Dean got a lock for the bathroom that is.

So you left the letter on the table for Dean to read. You had to get to work immediately.

To your surprise you hadn’t seen Dean that week. It was already Thursday or Friday depending how you looked at it. You had to work again and got home at 2 in the morning.

“Hey.” You heard Dean say and it scared the crap out of you, making Dean chuckle. “A bit jumpy nerd?” You dumped your bag onto the table. “Yes Jock, you scared me.” You teased back as you grabbed yourself a glass of water and walking towards your bedroom when Dean stopped you.

“Y/N?” You turned to him and oddly enough, he looked nervous. “What’s wrong?” You asked and walked to the empty couch and sat down. You then noticed the letter on the table. “Uhm. Have you read this?” He asked slightly shoving the paper towards you. “I have.” You said, taking a sip from your water. “It’s due tomorrow. Have you- I mean are you going to- uhm…” You smiled at him with raised eyebrows. “I haven’t responded to that if that’s what you mean but if you want to then we can ara-” “No!” You just looked confused at Dean’s reaction.

“I mean, if you want to.” Dean said avoiding eye contact. “I could say the same to you.” You said and Dean looked up at that, you thought you could see a small smile. You continued. “Or we can leave it as it is?” “Yeah okay, if that’s what you want.” He said, casually leaning backwards. You couldn’t help but laugh at his not-so-casual reaction. He looked at you confused. “Dean Winchester, I won’t leave you in this hell whole.” You said laughing and being over dramatic with one hand on your forehead and waiving the other hand with your pinky sticking out.

“Promise?” You stopped laughing and dropped the act as you heard Dean ask that and looked at Dean seriously. It stayed silent for a little while and you couldn’t help but let your hand guide and rest itself onto his cheek. “If you’ll have me then yes, I promise.” You said with a smile. “The rules still apply though.” You said laughing and stood up with your glass. “I presume you’re not going anywhere either?”

“Hell no, I was here first.” “Whatever.” You said rolling your eyes, walking to your room. “Night Dean.” “Night Y/N.”

Time past really quick, you finished your exams and Dean was going home for summer break. He was looking forward to seeing his little brother.

You decided to stay in the apartment over summer break. This was your chance to make some extra bucks at Miss Martinez without having to make excuses all the time.

It was nearly end of the summer break. People would return in a week or two. Summer had been relaxing-ish, you’ve worked a lot but that paid off too, so it was worth it!

You had arranged with Miss  Martinez that you’d have the first two weeks of school off. To get back into the study rhythm plus to you your classes were critical the first two even three weeks, after that it was all good.

You were just on your break at Miss Martinez, eating your lunch on the little balcony at the back with one of the girls when another girl came to you. “Y/N there is this guy who asked for you.” She said to you. “What do you mean, asked for me?” You asked slightly panicked. Did someone know you worked here?!

“The guy asked, if available, for his Dom to be a Y/H, H/C haired, E/C eyed B/S woman.” You raised your eyebrow. That is indeed pretty specific but then again you’ve heard of clients who want there Dom’s to look like Jennifer Lawrence or even Nicole Kidman.

“Okay.” You said talking the form. “Can you bring him to the room and tell him I’ll be there in half an hour? Want to finish my lunch and get ready.” She nodded and went away.

“So what kind of kinks are you gonna play next?” The girls you were sitting outside with asked as you looked at the form. The box ‘first timer’ was crossed and he had the usual package. Nothing out of the ordinary. Tying up, teasing, orgasm denial, was open to toys but no penetration. This is also why you loved the form, at least now you’d know the subs whishes and therefor where to start, like a short resume.

“Well he’s a firsty, sub session is only for an hour.” You read out loud. “Aaaww, those are always fun and easy.” She said kind of jealous. She was right though. Those were the once that had your personal interest as well, they were usually so innocent a.k.a. fun to toy with and as a bonus they were easy money.

You finished your break and got yourself ready. You looked at yourself in the mirror, checking your hair, corset, stockings, heels and touching up your make-up and as last touch put on your mask. One last double check that your mask was well placed and well knotted at the back. To you, everything was in place and therefor good enough.

You made your way to your usual room, Marsha standing outside. “You are so lucky, he’s so handsome.” You looked surprised, because let’s be honest, it’s not everyday a really good looking guy walks in here but hey, no judgement here! Usually the guys you didn’t expect it from were the best and sweetest.

Anyway you nodded to Marsha and made your way inside.

Your room a.k.a. ‘office’ has a king sized bed, 1 poles at each corners, for tying subs down. There was 1 closet the sub or dom could put there possessions in and 2 cabinets were you had all your toys stored in and a table and 2 chairs. More then enough.

As you walked in, the guy was faced against the closet, hanging up his jacket. He was tall, short hair, alethic shoulders and upper arms but it feels wrong. His features seem to familiar.

You shook it off you and went threw your usual routine. “You can take all your clothes off if you like and put them in the closet with your belongings, unless you wish otherwise of course but if you do that beforehand that usually saves some time since you’ve only got an hour.” As you said that you had walked to one of the cabinets, making your preparations, taking out the condoms, handcuffs and some extra toys you might think come in handy.

“So, you’re my mistress?” You heard behind you and you could feel yourself having a heart attack. NO! This can’t be! This is not happening! You are wrong, Y/N! That just cannot be him!

You turned around and could swear that you were hallucinating. You don’t know what from but this just could not be happening!

There he stood only in his jeans, in all his glory. He was just staring at you, obviously waiting for his answer and service.

Dean Winchester. Dean-Roommate-Winchester. Dean-Hot-Jock-Winchester. Dean-has-so-many-woman-standing-in-line-for-him-so-what-the-fuck-is-he-doing-here-Winchester.

Are you fucking kidding me?! Why hadn’t you looked at the fucking name on the form before you came in here?!

You’re so fucked.

part 13?