you can't end like that show

if this season just ends up solely blaming sana for ,,,assuming things,,, which led to ,,,misunderstandings,,, so the perfect white girl is propped up to be always ,,,kind,,, and ,,,right,,, despite showing her true hypocritical colours for the entire season 2… i will be worse than unpalatable i assure you

It makes me sick how in almost every single show or movie (mostly americans), when Mexico is involved, when there’s something in the plot happening in a Mexican city, it is like 99% ALWAYS pictured as a sandy, dusty little town with a couple strip-tease bars and clubs, old rotten motels and, for the most cliché ones, some chickens in the streets with stray dogs.

Well I am sorry to tell you, but there is more in Mexico. I mean, did they forget Mexico freaking City, aka Ciudad de Mexico?? 

Or, I don’t know, maybe the city I am from, Guadalajara?

Ever heard of Monterrey (the city, not the freaking cheese)?

Or maybe Toluca?

I could list many other cities, but I’ll let you check them if you want and end with the lovely Puerto Vallarta (so long my love, we’ll see each other again, I promise)

anonymous asked:

Hope this isn't ~problematic~ but what's your theory (and what you want to happen/headcanons/etc) on MV verse Yoonkook???

thank you for asking me this, i love talking about mv verse yoonkook :’)

it’s obvious they were close with yoongi doting on jungkook and all

they loved each other but i think yoongi viewed it as strictly platonic however somewhere along the way jungkook developed another kind of affection towards his hyung. in ‘i need u’ mv we don’t see them intercating a lot but it’s mostly yoongi: yoongi hugging jungkook, yoongi looking at jungkook

in ‘prologue’ jungkook is the one who initiates almost everything:

‘yoongi wants to take picture with hoseok?????!!”

‘not on my watch’

in public yoongi’s detached

but in private, while everyone else is asleep:

i think maybe yoongi noticed the slight shift in their relationship and isn’t ready/doesn’t want to acknowledge it because it would only complicate everything. that’s why he’s trying to detach himself from jungkook

jungkook isn’t scared of his feelings, he is open about them

meanwhile yoongi is uncomfortable, he turns away from jungkook’s loving gaze and immediately stands up to wake up the others 

i believe at some point jungkook confronts him about it (at the motel)

i think maybe yoongi would say something like ‘i only see you as my younger brother’ so obviously it doesn’t end well. they agree to pretend it never happened and just stay friends tho. jungkook leaves, yoongi’s overwhelmed with his own feelings 

they self destruct. but they can’t stand seeing each other like that so 

jungkook tries to calm yoongi down in his drunken rage

maybe yoongi wants to show jungkook just how messed up he is, how bad he’d be as anything more than a friend. throwing chairs, breaking things.. it almost feels theatrical  

doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt jungkook tho. he decides to show yoongi he’s messed up too and drinks until he gets sick. yoongi finds him like this and is angry at jungkook because ‘are you stupid or something? what are you doing??!’ 

i hope in the soon future they realize that they’re both being stupid and just sit down and talk about their feelings. in vcr wings we see them playing the piano together so it gives me hope whatever misunderstanding happened between them is going to be resolved in the end

  • people on this website: it's really mean of you to hate on steven universe uwu some people enjoy it and you shouldn't ruin their experiece, this is a comfort show for many people
  • the same people, without any kind of tagging: anyways teen titans go is bad, the new powerpuff girls is terrible, the new episodes of spongebob and fairly oddparents are awful, and every show that's not steven universe or gravity falls is just objectively worse
  • the same people: i can't imagine anyone using any less succesful cartoon for the same ends as i do with steven universe so why should i censor myself

I will never understand those who don’t ship things. Like what do you do just like a couple on a tv show or movie or book and be like “they’re cute I hope that happens,” and then it’s ambiguous or doesn’t happen and you’re like “oh guess I was wrong. That’s the end of that then” and don’t obsess over it for the rest of your life?

9

Happy birthday to our recently crowned strawberry prince Sunggyu! 
He might act like a grandpa, look like a hamster and suck at almost every game played on variety shows. This man also leads 6 boys with a burning passion and a wit to no end. A face so dazzling it makes all the maidens swoon and a voice as sweet as strawberries. He will make you know him!

#happy29thsungkyuday!

anonymous asked:

Just had a really cute fic idea but I can't write for shit so it's up to you. So, Dan has these recurring dreams about this cute boy with black hair and light blue eyes. Almost every night the boy shows up and Dans upset when ever it ends because he wants to spend more time with him and get to know him. Until one day, Dans sees him (at like a café or something) and decides to talk to him. You can make the rest up. Idk if this was already made. Sorry if there is any spelling errors.

//uh whoops i was in a mood sorry this is so dramatic o shit //

Dan opened his eyes. His somewhat blurry vision settled on the white ceiling, the lightbulb that hung rather precariously from the ceiling right above his head.

He blinked, trying to collect his thoughts. He had lost him again.

He was more like a vision than an actual person; a ghost in Dan’s head that he couldn’t expel even if he tried. Even if he wanted to try.

Dan sighed, blowing away a strand of brown hair out of his eyes. He lay still, unable to summon the energy to move.

He found himself excited to go to bed every night, he had started falling asleep early after several cups of sweet dreams tea. He just wanted to see him again, whatever it took.

The boy wasn’t directly the center of his dreams. Dan would be dreaming normally, anything from walking the streets of London with his hands shoved in his pockets and his breath evaporating in the air before him like smoke… and he would see him. The boy with dusty ocean eyes, like a swimming pool reflection of the sky. His hair was black, really black, which was a contradiction to the rest of his features. His skin reminded Dan of porcelain; the delicate plates and tea cups that his mum would never let him touch when he was little, because they would shatter at a butterfly wing brushing them, she used to say.

He would just be there. In the back of a crowd or looking through a cafe window, it didn’t matter what the dream was, he was there. Sometimes Dan had to search for him, he had to look for the now familiar sparkling blue eyes and pale fingers. Once he was hiding in a tree, just sitting there, the branches intertwined with his limbs. But when Dan tried to run to him, speak to him, he woke up.

Dan ran his hands over his face and through his hair, listening to the sounds of cars and wind outside his window, and forced himself to sit up. His room was too empty, too white, but when you live by yourself without any real friends it’s hard to motivate yourself to decorate.

He swung his legs off the side of the bed, letting his feet touch the cold wood floor before standing. His legs felt wobbly but he walked over to his window, pulling the grey sweater he had fallen asleep in around him tighter. His legs were cold, and he felt himself regretting wearing only boxers to bed.

The sky was cloudy and drizzly, the window glass dotted with small drops of rain. Everything seemed wet and cold outside his window, tiny ant sized humans scurrying about on the ground, off on their business. Dan smiled, taking a deep breath and tapping the glass with his finger, feeling the cold seep through his skin. It really was his favorite weather.

He stepped lightly over to his mirror, biting his lip and looking himself over. His hair was messy and his eyes glassy; he noted he seemed to be getting a bit too skinny. His oversized sweater draped around him, hanging off his shoulders and exposing his collarbones.

He tried to remember who the boy was in his dream the night before. It was fuzzy, but he faintly recalled a coffee shop, glasses, and a flower decorated button up. The rest was evaporated, somewhere hiding in the back of his mind.

He really needed to get out of the house.


~


It was cold outside, as he expected, but he had prepared. He had changed into a black t-shirt, and put his grey knitted sweater back on, because it was warm and he really didn’t want to pick a different one. On top of it he had pulled on a fluffy black jacket, one that enveloped him in a feeling of warmth and protection from the world. And finally, black jeans.

Dan watched his shoes hit the pavement in a light slapping sound; the wet cobblestones felt hard underfoot, and he couldn’t remember the last time he just went on a walk like this.

People passed him hurriedly left and right, but he took his time. He wasn’t in a rush, he liked the icy sharp air and brisk wind that blew his (still messy and curly from sleep) hair around his face.

His mind was still centered around the blue eyed boy from his dreams, he was always there, in the back of his mind. Because Dan was falling in love with someone who didn’t even exist.

Dan stopped in his tracks, hurdling himself out of his thoughts, freezing in place.

Across the street was a building he had never seen before, which was odd considering he had lived here for a few years. It didn’t have a sign or any distinguishing features, not even a shop name or some form of decoration out front. There was one display window though, but the only thing is it was a cactus and an odd collection of mugs. For some reason it seemed homely, though, and Dan couldn’t help feeling drawn to it.

He looked right and left, rushing across the street and pausing in front of the building. He took a deep breath, pushing open the door and smiling as the bell rang out, all rosy cheeks and smoky breath.

Dan stopped, looking up and meeting the gaze of two beautiful sky blue eyes.

Dan’s heart stopped in his chest, his eyes widening. Him.

He was right there. He was standing behind the counter, a soft smile melted onto his features, black thick rimmed glasses balanced on his nose. His shirt was a navy blue button up, decorated with small pink roses, and suddenly everything came rushing back.

He flashed Dan a smile, going back to trimming a small plant, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth; his brow furrowed in concentration.

The shop was small but flooded with warmth; there were soft looking sofas and arm chairs scattered around the room as well as coffee tables. There were a few other customers, just going about their business; working on computers or reading thick hard covered novels.

Dan sat at one of the sofas, glancing up at the boy every now and then. His mind was whirling too fast for comprehension, unable to cling to any single conclusion. All Dan knew was it was him, it was the boy who’s face was constantly haunting him, flitting about his thoughts like his own personal playground.

Dan thought of what to do now. He was highly tempted to go right up to that counter, grab him by the shirt and kiss him, never let him escape again. He was also half tempted to shout at him. ‘Why are you here? How do you find it fair to torture me like that, and just disappear every morning?’

Or he could be sane, and just talk to him. Dan shook his head, laughing at himself and pushing himself up from the chair.

The boy looked up when Dan cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows, his eyes crinkling as he smiled widely.

“Hello!” He greeted him happily, his voice as deep and kind as Dan expected. And suddenly he couldn’t speak, his mouth was dry and all thoughts ran from his head.

The boy tilted his head slightly in question, his brow furrowed but the smile still softly plastered to his face.

“Er…” Dan stuttered finally, his voice breaking. “Hi.”

“Hi…” The boy said again, laughing, but it was too light hearted to feel like he was laughing at Dan; he seemed the kind of person to make you feel like he’s always laughing with you, even if you aren’t laughing.

“What is this p-place?” Dan muttered, glancing around. His face lit up.

“It’s my new shop!” He said excitedly, and then shrugged. “Technically my brother’s, but I help too.” He grinned, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry, we haven’t got a name yet.”

“It’s nice,” Dan blurted, and the boy’s face brightened even more, if it was possible.

“Really? You think so?” He asked eagerly, and then drew back a bit. “Sorry, Martin says I’m far too…” he shrugged, scrunching his face, searching for a word. “…a bit much, for the customers.”

Dan laughed softly. “I think you’re just enough.”

Phil’s eyes twinkled, his grin widening. “Thanks! I thought I was being a bit too eager, I don’t want to scare anyone off.”

Dan licked his lips, his eyes flickering between Phil’s eyes and his lips, frowning.

“Okay, this might sound a bit strange…” Dan began, glancing at his hands. Phil leaned forward on the counter, resting his chin in his hands.

“I love strange.”

Dan chuckled. “I kind of…” he took a deep breath. “I see you in my dreams. Literally every night.”

His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open slightly. “You do?” He asked softly.

Dan nodded.

“Woah,” the boy muttered, standing up straight and gazing off into the distance. “That’s so weird.”

“I know,” Dan said, watching him, still somewhat shocked that he even existed. “Do you know anything about it?”

The boy bit down on his lip, frowning and nodding slowly. “I might. I’ll be right back.”

He rushed off, leaving Dan shocked, standing at the counter with wide eyes.

When he got back he was clutching a book to his chest; a dark blue hard back with tiny gold lettering etched into the cover. He smiled at Dan, holding it out.

“I was just reading this,” he said, leaning forward. “It’s… interesting. And it might have something to do with this.”

Dan nodded. “Alright. Well, thank you.”

“Of course.” Phil grinned, and winked. “See you in your dreams,” he said, giggling and moving to help another customer.


~


Dan opened the book that night, curled up on his couch with a cup of tea.

The inside cover read “Soulmates; a study”. Dan frowned.

There was a slip of paper that fell out of the book when he opened it, fluttering to the ground at Dan’s feet. He picked it up, unfolding it slowly.

“Our universe grants every soul a twin—a reflection of themselves—the kindred spirit – And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other—even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love.” It read, in quotations. And then, below it; “come by again sometime, maybe we can get some coffee :) -Phil Lester”

It occurred to Dan he had never asked his name.

The next day, Dan went back to that street, the one he had seen every day without that damn shop.

He stood in front of the building, his hands shoved in his pockets and his breath puffing in the cold air before him as he stared at where it should be, between a laundry mat and a sushi restaurant.

It was gone.

He never saw Phil again.


~

He read the book, start to finish, in the next month. At the very end, in bold, scribbled in a way that suggested it had been added in, read ; “Even if they never see each other, if they never even meet, they are connected in their hearts and in their souls, and they’ll always find each other.

Even if it’s just in their dreams.”

anonymous asked:

Greetings. (God, I feel like we should all be greeting each other in a way that shows mourning or something.) Anyway. So we've seen the gifs going around comparing Dean being pulled away from Cas vs Sam being pulled away from Jess. And I felt that, for sure. But when I saw Dean getting pulled away my first thought for his thinking was "Oh no, this is like purgatory all over again, please no, I can't loose him." Because the grey filters, the closing portal - Dean couldn't let it happen again. Ow.

Urgh yeah you are so right. Just like how Jensen said that it was ‘purgatory-ish’ it really was at the end there and that whole moment with Dean calling out to Cas whilst Sam pulled him back to the portal just was a perfect call back to that time in purgatory. 

I have NO DOUBT that that is what Dean thought of. 

Instead what he got was WORSE though! That is the kicker! Because Dean THOUGHT he had lost Cas through a portal… which potentially means he could find a way to save him… there was still some hope even in that moment of terror and “I can’t lose him again!”.

2 minutes later and he sees Cas stabbed through the chest with an angel blade followed by charred wings on the ground. Dean’s worst nightmare right in front of him. 

I also think that the purgatory call back was totally intentionally done by the writers/director because they wanted to make those last few moment as emotional as possible whilst also playing the destiel card. A sure fire way to get the destiel shippers worked up is to remind us of purgatory. As you said, the way it was shot, edited, framed and lit, it was all very purgatory and there is a reason for that. 

Remember as well that after purgatory Cas went through an entire arc of brainwashing that culminated in one of the most destielicious scenes the show has ever given us. Is this foreshadowing season 13? 

For people that say Wrestling is fake, here’s a quote from the WWE superstar: Seth Rollins

“Fake is like the worst word you could possibly use to describe anything, you know? what are you talking about? what is fake? it’s a
television show, and a live performance. nothing’s fake about it. we’re not telling you we’re out there fighting each other. we’re going out there to entertain you. i consider myself an athelete. i train like an athelete, i eat like an athelete, i recover and get sore just like any other athelete. we’re not lying to anybody. people just don’t understand the art form of what we do. it’s a mental and physical grind. you can't be a dolt in this industry. on the opposite end of that, you can be the smartest guy in the world and not understand what is to have a presence on stage. being a character, executing a live performance, understanding what is to connect a crowd and elicit a specific response at a specific time using moves and body language and emotions.
what we do is very complex. it’s underappreciated.”

-Seth Rollins

anonymous asked:

i can't wait for jughead to say " i love you betty jones"

listen…… yes. i need married bughead before the show is over. like maybe even a full season before it ends. i want to see a substantial amount of officially married bughead (because they’re already unofficially married) before riverdale ends.   

okay, but let’s get for real here—- why did they have jughead dream he was married to betty? there are a million different ways that they could have showed they were a couple in his dream, but they put RINGS on her finger. and then the “he’s as much my family as you are” line! come. on. they have to get married. they foreshadowed it too perfectly to not have it happen. 

please. 

ask-kasuka  asked:

Ahhhh! 3 or 2 I can't decide!!

Anónimo ha comentado a everlasting-random-art:2!!!

I’ll do 2 today and 3 for the next post.

2.) Cosplay

Thank you everyone for you suggestions for Mtt’s outfit. I liked all of them but at the end of the day I thought it was best to go with something more him.  I took design inspirations from different shows like Power Rangers, Voltron Legendary Defender, and Urbance. (Plus, who doesn’t like a good shojo anime transformation amirite?)

I love Pharah but I’m never drawing any of her skins ever again–that took way too long to draw. Undyne is in something reminiscent of the rapterian skin. Alphys in a typical school girl uniform.  Paps is dressed as Uncle Death from Let it Die (another one of the many skeletons in my closet.)

Panick attack
  • Pansy: *panting* Draco, where are you?
  • Draco: Bedroom!
  • Pansy: *finds Draco lying in his bed in fetal position, shaking*
  • Pansy: Oh Draco, what happened?
  • Draco: I... I can't- *shaking gets worse*
  • Pansy: Shhhh, it's alright.
  • Draco: I can't- He just... he just...
  • Pansy: Yes?
  • Draco: *wide eyed* He's just so beautiful.
  • Pansy: ... What?
  • Draco: I mean look at him! *scoots over*
  • Pansy:
  • Pansy: Draco, is that Potter in your bed?
  • Draco: *whimpering* Yes?
  • Pansy: Did you honestly call me over here, just to show me Potter sleeping in your bed?
  • Draco: No...
  • Pansy: Because you can't deal with the happiness of Potter sleeping in your bed?
  • Draco: ... You might be on to something.
It’s like Chris has fucked all the straight out of him. There’s just nothing left - he’s just so camp now. Have you seen him next to his brother? The beard looks more butch than Darren omg. Darren cannot sell this fantasy couple to save his life. And W? Don’t get me started. He’s the worst beard. He acts like a fanboy. Is that how a mature man in his 30s acts? Do you honestly believe a man like Chris needs a shadow around 24/7? A man with no job and no life? And Darren who loves the classics and intelligence. You think that beard is it? And then there’s Ben hanging out in the background like a little old man sniffing after her. This is like watching a show that you don’t like. Dammit. I can’t wait for this shit to finish. It’s like when we used to watch G/lee for 2 seconds of K/laine. Can we just skip to the end already? Chris go get your frickin’ man and get out already. How can they sleep at night?
— 

my friend ranting on the phone this morning

Originally posted by artie-schwartz

So, as usual, I’m going throw my unpopular opinion out into the wind rather than attaching it to one of the 27 posts I’ve seen floating around about this topic cuz I don’t wanna be ‘that guy.’

I agree with pretty much everyone that when Cas is brought back, he will be changed. Something consistent they’ve held through the series (and should continue to hold) is that death changes a person. I mean… you really think you can go through dying and coming back completely unscathed? 

Sometimes this has been incredibly obvious (such as Dean coming back as a demon, Sam coming back without a soul), sometimes less obvious (Dean returning from hell as a torture master).

Another fairly common thread throughout the series is that coming back to life is not a good thing. And it’s a thread that I hope they DON’T change, because it’s NOT a healthy mindset to have. It might feel good to the other people in the lives of the person who has been resurrected, but for the resurrected person themselves, it generally hasn’t been good.

CAS: And at best, I die trying to fix my own stupid mistake. Or… I don’t die – I’m brought back again. I see now. It’s a punishment resurrection. It’s worse every time.

7x23 – Survival of the Fittest

Death will change Cas. And for the life of me, I cannot picture this change being good simply because of where the story is right now.

And that is why I don’t want Cas to be resurrected as a human.

Don’t get me wrong – I do want Cas to be human in the end. By choice, not circumstance. But not yet. Not like this. Not when it has the potential to be even worse than the last time he was human.

I want his humanity to be a good thing.


(We’re also still too far from the end of the show. If things get too happy when the end isn’t as near as we think, you can bet your ass it’s going to go sour. The longer it hurts, the more likely it is that we’ll have a happy endgame.)

the show's original ending
  • kevin williamson: i always thought it would be stefan and elena. they were sort of the anchor of the show, but because we lost elena in season 6, we couldn't go back. you know nina could only come back for one episode - maybe if she had came back for the whole season, we could have warped back towards that [stefan and elena] but you can't just do it in 42 minutes
  • julie plec: [the show lost its love triangle when nina dobrev left] i felt like we had to make a commitment to seeing damon and elena through the end. if nina had never left, i would've loved to have been able to see if stefan and elena could've find their way back to each other
  • Suzaku: *stares at C.C. emerging from the capsule* That's not poison gas... What is it?
  • Lelouch: [voice muffled by gas mask, deadpan] It's CLEARLY. NOT. a girl. You moron.
  • Suzaku: Hm, I think she's competition.
  • Lelouch: ...What?
  • Suzaku: I would be jealous of her if she ended up as your love interest, and jealousy IS poisonous, so maybe...
  • Lelouch: *takes off gas mask* Forget it. I'm risking the fumes.
  • Suzaku: Well, there's no poison gas anyway.
  • Lelouch: ...Could you not hinder my dramatics, Jealousuzaku?
  • Suzaku: Only if you bump me up to prime love interest. Equivalent exchange.
  • Lelouch: Wrong anime.
  • Suzaku: Oh. Uh. The only ones who should kill are those prepared to be killed.
  • Lelouch: Hey, that's MY line! And by spouting it randomly with no set-up, you're hindering my dramatics! AGAIN!
  • Suzaku: Oh. Uh. Any ends gained through contemptible means aren't worth anything.
  • Lelouch: It falls flat without context.
  • Suzaku: Really? I think it sounds philosophical and poetic.
  • Lelouch: Argh, we're arguing like an old married couple. FINE. You can be my prime love interest.
  • Suzaku: Wait, the series is already written without taking that into consideration--
  • Lelouch: I'll use my Geass on the the show writers to sprinkle in some serious shipping hint tweaks.
  • Suzaku: I suppose that's better than nothing.
  • Lelouch: Geez, Suzaku, I can't work miracles YET.

dmcreif  asked:

One thing that I have to ask about Melvin Potter is, yes, Matt doesn't let Melvin see his face or whatnot (ostensibly so that Fisk can't use Melvin to get to him), but do you think Melvin knows about Matt being blind?

    No, we’re pretty sure he doesn’t. Matt certainly hasn’t told him (they’re not close enough friends for that), and while he’s displayed some telling mannerisms around Melvin (e.g. feeling the new costume at the end of Season 1 rather than looking at it), Melvin doesn’t tend to pick up on details like that. He also keeps trying to show Matt things.

    Extending this logic forward, we can assume that the eyeholes in Matt’s mask are probably see-through from the inside, since Melvin wouldn’t have known any better.