you don't know how much i love this scene


rory & logan | written in the stars


- Are you hurt?
- Yeah, a little.
- A little?


“― you giant, stubborn, righteous idiot.”

the glorious hug scene from chapter 8 of @dracze​’s fanfic half way across. my mind went to a line from tkj that goes something like “he’s afraid of falling” and it makes my heart feel heavy

EDIT: i darkened the background bc dramatic :D

Malec-Week First Day: Favourite Malec-Scene

So, as I definitely got more than one favourite scene (basically every Malec scene is my favourite, apart from the one we don’t talk about), I’m going to post two that always make me laugh and give me that warm flutter in my chest (you know what I’m talking about ^^)

This one is from “City of Lost Souls”, from the point of view of Isabelle, when she stays over at Magnus’s loft before she and Jocelyn meet the Iron Sisters.

It [the bathroom] was halfway down the hall, and the door was just opening, Alec emerging in a cloud of steam. He had a towel around his waist and another around his shoulders and was rubbing energetically at his wet black hair. Isabelle supposed she shouldn’t be surprised to see him; he’d been trained to wake up early in the morning just like she had.

“You smell like sandalwood,” she said by way of greeting. She hated the smell of sandalwood. She liked sweet scents - vanilla, cinnamon, gardenia.

Alec looked at her. “We like sandalwood.” Isabelle made a face. “Either that’s the royal ‘we’ or you and Magnus are turning into one of those couples that think they’re one person. ‘We like sandalwood.’ ‘We adore the symphony.’ ‘We hope you enjoy our Christmas present’ - which, if you ask me, is just a cheap way of avoiding having to buy two gifts.”

Alec blinked wet lashes at her. “You’ll understand-”

“If you tell me I’ll understand when I’m in love, I’ll smother you with that towel.”

“And if you keep preventing me from going back to my room and getting dressed, I’ll get Magnus to summon up pixies to tie your hair in knots.”

Tumblr: Yet another post talking crap about BBC Sherlock, the fourth season, Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, Mary Watson, Eurus Holmes, Molly Hooper, the “I love you” scene, etc. etc. etc.

Me:  =(  …  -_-  …  :’(


My brain @me: You know there’s no point to it. You can’t change people’s minds if they’re not willing to listen, and most won’t be just because that’s what people are like—really stubborn about their opinions. And all you’ll accomplish is upsetting yourself further ‘cos you know you can’t handle confrontation.

Me: *whimper*

Me: *is upset in silence for the next 24 hours minimum*

…I adore Sherlock, but for its own sake (for all the wonderful people who gave it life) and for mine, I really hope that was the last season. I don’t want to go through this for the next few years, and at this point, my best hope is that people will cool down over it over time.

P.S. I wish I wasn’t part of the fandom, sometimes—Sherlock Holmes in general, BBC and Granada in particular. So many of the fans can be really whiny and vicious and horrible—or otherwise okay but also horrendously snobbish. Half the time, I really get exhausted being a part of a fandom that’s like that.


Me and you, pal. We’re gonna have big, fancy offices one day, with steel and glass and chairs you don’t even know how to sit in.

All I See Is You

@demisexualhale Isaac, my dear bro, you know I love you. I admire your drive to write so much and it’s actually inspiring. I haven’t written this much in so long and it’s all thanks to you! So, I tried to write you some fluff. I don’t know where the angst came from, and this is kinda inspired by Deathbeds by Bring Me The Horizon, and I’m gonna stop this nervous rambling and hope you like it.  Stay awesome, my friend, and have a very happy birthday <3

Note: set in the past, but don’t count on any historical accuracy.

The sunlight catches on Stiles’ eyes like it does on the glass chandeliers in the ballroom at 3 o’clock every day, when the sun breaks out between the trees just right. Stiles’ eyes shine like the sun itself, brightening everything around them. They make the sky bluer and the clouds fluffier. They make the birds sing louder and they warm the air the way the oven warms the kitchen with the sweet scent of jam filled pastries whenever Oliver bakes.

Those are only a few reasons why Stiles has the prettiest eyes in the whole land – and probably, Derek thinks, in the whole world. They glint in a more gracious way than the fur of their most prized red chestnut thoroughbred when freshly groomed. And even gold has nothing on the honey brown color in Stiles’ eyes that thrives with passion whenever Stiles’ talks. His eyes widen and contract in perfect harmony with Stiles’ rising and falling tone. The speckles of moles and faded sun-induced freckles that frame Stiles’ face only perfect the picture. Stiles is a masterful compilation of creamy pale skin – only reddened by the flush that ever so often befell his cheeks when he talked so fast that he lost his breath.

Derek could stare at just Stiles’ face for hours and never get bored – the way Stiles will bite his lips or let them stretch into a signature smirk that makes Derek’s stomach flop. Not to mention how much Derek likes watching Stiles aside from that, with his wild hands and surprise jerks. Stiles thrives with energy. He tells a story with every inch of his body.

Stiles is the most magnificent thing Derek has ever seen and he’s seen Lydia Martin who is rumored to be the most beautiful girl in the kingdom. Derek doesn’t see the appeal, not when he gets to look at Stiles every single day.

“Hey! Are you even listening to me?” Stiles accuses and smacks Derek’s chest with the back of his hand. Derek grunts and finally looks away from the boy lying next to him, who had pulled his eyebrows together and pursued his lips in his most accusatory expression. Reaching for the hands that is resting on his chest, he closes his eyes in an attempt to clear his mind.

“When do I ever listen to you, Stiles?”

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anon said: Your cats cant dance au kills because of scenes like this: Pearls: Edgeworth. What happened to you? Edgeworth: A guy crossed my path. Pearls: really? Black hair? Edgeworth: Yeah. Pearls: Blue vest? Edgeworth: Yeah. Pearls:  Hat? Edgeworth: Yeah. Pearls: What a kawinkydink. Edgeworth: How’d you know? Pearls: Women’s intuition.

im lUA GHING GOD i need to redraw basically all my current wips for this au since they’re all at least a few months old and Bad but I still love pearl fixing edgeworth’s suit r.i.p


(cont): “EVERY DAY I ASK MYSELF WHY I PUT UP WITH THIS’ I’M DYING also this is rlly fluid animation





Yoshiki:Do you need my jacket? You must be freezing. Put this on.

CP fandom version of Ayumi: “What? I didn’t hear you over my Mochida chanting ritual. We must find him now, don’t waste my time… and UGH, put that dirty thing away from me! Don’t you dare think I’m being the ungrateful one here because, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t—

What Ayumi really said: “If it’s cold, wouldn’t it be better if you put it on? If you take it off now, I’m sure you’ll catch a cold too.


The best part about this scene is the look Magnus gives Alec. You can honestly see how much he loves him already. 


“You promised me a planet.” - Under the Ruins of a Walled City, chapter 11 by the ever wonderful @hollyhark

I wanted to draw something from this dream sequence as soon as I read it. Somehow that something ended up being two pages worth of comic. 

I love how everyone on the damn show pretty much canonically ships Rilaya, except for Lucas:

  • Cory: “They love each other!”
  • Auggie: “They’re gonna marry each other!”
  • Farkle: “You two can’t be apart, it shakes the foundation of the whole world.”
  • Topanga: ((Feel free to add a specific scene out of the many scenes of her obviously encouraging Rilaya))
  • Lucas: “You know, it is possible that you’re too close.”
Suga’s reaction to you getting all lovey-dovey

He’d be working on a new song, half-paying attention to you half-not. When you started running your fingers through his hair, talking about how much you loved him and how lucky you were to have him and how beautiful he was and whatnot he would be taken aback slightly. This kind of behavior wasn’t a common thing in your relationship and he couldn’t understand where it was coming from. He didn’t see what he could have done to start this and was, frankly, a bit weirded out due to the suddenness of it all. He’d give you a look, making his feelings clear.

You’d shake your head a bit and smile, your smile not leaving your face as you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek before getting up. You hadn’t expected any different from him, You knew the type of person he was and you knew this wasn’t his style. You wanted him to know though, how much you loved him. It didn’t really matter to you whether he replied or thought you’d gone mad, as long as he knew. 

He would watch you walk out of the room, still slightly confused.As he replayed your words in his head though it was impossible for him to stop the smile from forming on his lips. You were so strange, how had he gotten so lucky?

He couldn’t let you see him react this way though, he couldn’t tell you these things. He didn’t know why but talking about things like these made him feel all awkward. He did feel bad for not saying anything though. Slowly he would get up and follow you through the door, finding you standing at the counter. He would quietly make his way to you and wrap his arms around you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck, locking you in his embrace as tightly as he could. He would stay this way for almost a minute before forcing the words out of his mouth, fighting the shyness he felt. He would mumble into you neck those three simple words.

You’d turn around, obligating him to loosen his arms around you. You’d take a second to face him, admiring his shy smile, smiling brightly yourself. You’d wrap your arms around his waist tightly, burying your face in his chest. He would take a second before hugging you tightly to him for a moment before attempting to leave your grasp. Clearing his throat he’d place his hands on your waist, trying to delicately move you back so you would let go of him.

“Ah..I need to get back to work…” the words would leave his mouth, sounding awkward. This would’ve already been enough emotional stuff for the day. You would chuckle slightly before pulling back, quickly  grabbing his face with both hands and forcing him to lean down for a kiss. In this kiss you would feel every unspoken word, it would be so filled with love…When you separated you would turn around and get back to whatever you were doing, leaving him standing behind you, knowing it would only make him feel more awkward if you’d stay facing him. 

“Get back to work, you dork” you’d declare, your smile obvious through your voice.

He’d smile to himself and turn away, when he’d reach the doorway he’d turn back again slightly and take a second to appreciate your beauty.

Yep, he was definitely insanely in love with you.



Chihayafuru Week Day 7 / Bonus: Favorite Scene + Red

Chihaya sees Oumi Jingu for the first time. [Ch. 20]

When I started reading the manga around 2 years ago, this was the first scene that really moved me. I loved how the color of the shrine connects to her card as well as standing in front of the place meant that Chihaya’s slowly getting closer to her dream. IT’S. JUST. SO. BEAUTIFUL.

Although I do think that the anime did a great job in presenting this scene, I still choose the manga over it due to a very minor detail. ;)


You know what absolutely, completely breaks my heart in this scene?

Your character, the normally fairly stoic I-will-do-anything-with-no-second-thoughts, emotionally-hardy Warrior of Light, is brought to complete devastation. 

Haurchefant was a knight, he lived to protect, and he died protecting you. He was someone who became a very close and dear friend to your character, someone who was basically your character’s last hope after the loss of the Scions, someone who loved your character so much and cheered them on more than anyone… He died protecting the person he loved.

Your character forces themself to smile when Haurchefant requests it. He needed to see the smile of the hero he loved one last time, so he can die with a smile himself.

Rest in peace, Haurchefant. You were the true hero here. You will be sorely missed.

There are many things that I
Would like to say to you
But I don’t know how.

Because maybe
You’re gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You’re my wonderwall.

It’s probably terrible that there is a part of me that wants a scene where Scott cries and Stiles holds him tight and tells him they’ll be okay and it’s all right to be sad. he deserves to be feeling this way, because their lives are the worst. And Stiles gets teary too, so Scott continues the hug, until they’re collapsing against each other, sniffling and hitching breaths. – At which point we smash-cut to them sitting on the couch, all, “Good talk, dude.”/”Yeah, I think that’ll tide me over for a week, maybe two.” Soft, wry smiles playing on their faces.