#i fcking hate sam

[fexicoded]

So you're telling me we have to wait another 9 months until we get the SLIGHTEST bit of crumbs with fexi cause filming isn't gonna be till the end of this year????

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

my energy is, usually, elsewhere. I have multiple in-person events I'm attending this week. I normally keep a VERY hard line between fandom and any form of activism, both in favor of more direct action (which, to be clear, is my personal choice) and due to past negative/unproductive experiences with "fandom activism".

Despite this, I reblogged your post because imho this line of conversation is extremely important and needs to spread to more people. Phrases like "in moderation" are vague, as is the line between what is and isn't "promotion" in some places, and this isn't a bad thing at all- more people in this fandom need to be thinking and speaking about these things, to say the very least. Most people here are, and this is a phrase I do not use lightly or often, fucking sheep. The impact that the EXISTENCE of fandom and fan culture has in these contexts, and how/if it should exist, is an important and necessary discussion.

That being said, I've said my piece here. You make a very good point and I will definitely be thinking about this.

It would be "nice" if more people would.

(also, I genuinely don't mean to be rude, but where is the source for Rick Riordan's Zionism? It's not that I have any faith in the man, its that usually when these kind of things come up, the sources are easily found and linked to most posts abt it- I haven't found a single source cited re: Rick. I've asked, but only gotten "uhhhh I can't find it/he maybe changed his mind???/ummm I'll link it later". no matter how predisposed I am to believe a statement, thats not an excuse to accept it with no proof. Suppose its time to do my own digging online)

Since some of y'all seem to have forgotten, the PJO series IS on the boycott list. Even if you're not paying for Disney+ (by which I mean your ass BETTER be pirating it if you're watching), if you're creating gifs/videos and/or talking about the show, you are promoting it. I don't care how long any of you have been waiting or how much you like it, show some spine and keep your mouth shut. Or did you forget y'all cared about Palestinians already?

[mrsvnk]

i have redrawn art because Josh looked like fcking Edward Cullen

also i wanted to write little fic about the Washingtons (now have only ideas\notes). so, please, if you know the same story, send the name!

some notes:

Josh keeps breathing. It was only his sick mind, lost fight against the guilt. Hannah was dead. Beth was dead. He will be dead very soon because of the so fcking real monster with butterfly tattoo on its arm. And Josh has no idea what will be ended first: his mind, drowing in whispers and a rumbling snomach, or his freezing ass. He has to find a way to escape, find a way to apologize...

Josk knows he is not alone. He's looking through the fingers at the people in the darkness. They're keeping silence, sometimes laughing at him crying and calling Mike or Sam. Josh is sure: his mind just found the new cruel game. And... God, he is so hungry.

Beth is dead, was eaten by his monster-sister with a stupid tattoo. And Josh, rocking himself like a baby, is crying and refusing to look at his sister squatting in front of him in her silly hat. Her voice is hoarse due to long one-year pause of talking, and Josh doesn't want to believe she have talked to Hannah too. For a month.

Her voice's becoming higher when his stomache's screaming. Josh's feeling like nothing worth will happens to him, even if he eat the damn man's head. Beth shakes hers and laughs. "Oh, brother, sis Hannah absolutely would disagree."

Josh's listening Beth's stories about people hating the mines. "More than seventy years, Josh. They were so happy for their friends after the collapse, but... God. It's like a movie without happy end. Bad movie."

Even his sick mind is terrified. Can this fcking mountain be alive? He doesn't know. But Beth does.

All this way Josh's waiting for Beth to accuse him, but this time she seems too happy to blame him for her death.

Beth tells him how Hannah, as usual, sloppily scattered things all over the mine and forgot about them. Josh laughs. He is sure that one day Hannah will forget her head. Beth's hysterical laughter was too long.

Beth tells him about how Hannah and she tried to find a way out, but Hannah's broken leg, cold and hunger were always against them. "At first we stuck together, and then we started fighting. She was talking about food all the time. Her leg healed too fast. She jumped like a frog, brother. Believe, we found a way out." Beth's gaze becomes too sad, and for a moment there is a flash of horror and fear, as if his sister has seen firsthand the real flaying of a man. "It was dawn, brother, and after sunset we didn't talk anymore."

Josh breathes in the frosty air and looks at the dawn. The foggy mind notices the helicopter, the hearing remotely catches voices, screaming words. Josh distinguishes Matt and Jess' names among his own and looks around, as if hoping that they will be next to him. But it's just Beth here, and for some reason she doesn't want to go with him anymore.

Beth instinctively grabbed his arm as Josh took a step forward. He was sure that his sister would follow him. Hannah never came back.

The rays of the sun enveloped Josh. He knows that the bruises on his face and the blood look terrible, that his skin is almost purple from the cold. Turning around, Josh feels the longing engulf him at the sight of Beth, whose face seems untouched by either the weather or the year spent in the mines. There is darkness behind her, and even from here Josh can hear the annoying drops falling on rotten boards and stones.

"Promise you'll come back for me, Josh."

He promises.

[lirhyapetitpain]

What are some of your other Sam ships?

Mmmmmmh, I like Sam (either as the Leader or his human persona but mostly human persona tbh) / Joe Fixit obviously, though I mostly draw Joe in his human form because I have a hard time drawing Hulks lmao

I like Sam/Doom too, they have a fun "bitter ex" rivalry in Fall of the Hulks and in most other medias Sam is litteraly a Doom simp who got his heart broken sooooooooooooo. I never really drew them, except that one time when I made an April Fool with a fake Sam/Doom doujinshi back when I was still using Facebook sooooo 5-6 years ago or so

Sam/Emil is a nice MCU ship too, I'm not into it in comics though but in MCU I'm 100% in (also MCU Sam and MCU Justin Hammer, they litteraly never interracted so it's 100% crackshipping but their dumbass moron energy match)

Sam (human persona)/Mercy, it had a lot of potential before the writing team changed (I had A HUGE love/hate relationship with Sam's Thunderbolts era because the first half of his writing was FLAWLESS and SO INTERESTING, having Human Sam's pov through a Leader body for once and not the Leader through a human one of whatever, having the Leader trying to talk with him etc... It was pretty cool until another team took over and wrote the worst most out of character Sam EVER, what a waste)

I loved Alba/Sam in the first pages, their deadly rivalry and all. Unfortunatly this ship was poorly written and way too rushed so they kinda wasted a very good ship THAT WAS CANON for once (at least until Sam dumps her ass a few days after that lmao)

There's probably more I'm not thinking about atm. I have some "NOPE, NO FCKING WAY, STAY THE FCK AWAY FROM ME" ship I hate with all my guts but not that much tbh and I'm okay with pretty much everything else

[slashtakemylife]

And one more rant because I can, now on the steve bucky discourse

Steve and Bucky never got able to be friends again

The overall plot and massiveness that is the MCU definitely fcked them over.

Steve and Bucky never manage to just be friends again, the last time they could just be friends was probably back in WWII

In Cap 2 is obvious as they just reunite

In Civil War is probably the one and only time we get to see them be themselves in that one scene, not just speak as pals how they used to but also being able to fight side by side and even coordinated showing how close they know each other, however you have to remember in this setting they are currently in a mission and actively being targeted, they can just steal these moments really.

After that... yeah no...

Immediately also in Civil War, Bucky gets frozen again, we know he's getting some sort of therapy and we can just infer that Steve may visit and if you tell me there's like a throw away line of a cast or director saying like "oh he totally visited," I'd believe you but again, one, off screen, two, Bucky is still very much in rehabilitation.

The only time we finally see Bucky emerge washed and smiling, promising he's in a better place... it's in infinity war and y'all see where this is going

They got a hug, a few smart quips at each other but again, small stolen moments, they are literally about to go to battle and even fight separately, like I get it, I also wouldn't expect them to redo what already happened in civil war, still same point, they are just there and ofc the snap happens

They literally just reunited, Bucky is in a better place, they may just be able to just be friends, be around each other but ofc there's a war and of fcking course Bucky has to get wiped because otherwise why would Cap fight the snap if it's not for Bucky again, sigh.

This is exhausting

And ofc we can't forget what happens next, Fxking Endgame happens, once again, they may get a few quips, they may have a few moments but mind you this is exactly after Tony died and let's not forget Natasha has also died, I doubt there was much chance to just have a little, let's chat up like good old time as if nothing is weight on you or me, in this case is mostly on Steve's side

Bucky is as best as he is but ofc Steve is still going through everything and then ofc what happens immediately.

They again get a few quips and suddenly in less than a second, they go from finally being able to just sit down and be pals... to Steve fxking off into the past and all Bucky is left with is an old man.

Sure they can talk but honestly the pressing feeling of his friend is now really close to death... I doubt it made a good setting.

After all that hardship, after all that fighting against the universe to finally let them be at peace... they still can't go back to just being pals without the world being a shit show and honestly that's just fcking sad

As it stands right now, Bucky's had more interaction with Sam just by the fact they did the whole show together than what Steve and Bucky had over the span of several movies and even years.

So yeah add that to my on growing list of shit I hated about that fcking ending

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

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Only one thing can save my career...a fake relationship with the man I hate.

When I first met NFL superstar Sam Hartley, I didn’t know my life was about to go up in flames… Or that he was the reason why. As lead singer of the rock band Sin City, I thought I had it all. It was a long a** climb to get to the top of the world. And when that world shattered, the fall was fcking bone crushing. Two years later, the sexy tight end barrels back into my life. He thinks he can swoop in and become my white knight. But payback is a b*tch. His savior complex is his problem, not mine. And now that I’ve hit rock bottom, I’m going to drag Sam right down with me.

[4c-aperture]

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13x06

sam is so fcking annoyed lmao his brother is going to be UNBEARABLE this entire trip

why is this man driving in the middle of the road

"which is why you're making me wear this stupid hat"

THIS SHOW IS SO STUPID I LOVE IT SO MUCH

wait i thought this was the cowboy destiel episode!! no one said this was also jack angst :(

13x07

ohhhh ik this isn't how im supposed to meet kevin but i love him already

oh no

no

absolutely NOT. THE EVIL TWIN PLOT?!

this show is so gd STUPID. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

why are they using a split diopter lens on the boys during sam googling ketch?

evil colonel sanders is so sauceless, i feel like -

WEL NEVER MIND, DAMN

13x08

they love putting their black characters in dicey set ups, don't they

"i ordered pie" im so sorry bart dean is married :/

sam blowing on the paper...why'd y'all make my man hold the idiot ball

13x09

i am. DEEPLY uncomfortable with the entire conceit of this ep

KAIA?!

i need the girls of color to have more sense than this, why are you following this strange white boy

ohhhh patience is back! hi baby :)

WHO IS RENTING THE SPLIT DIOPTER AND WHY

so mary's back to functionally being the fridged mom in the plot, even if she's technically alive. awesome.

"we need you to dreamwalk for us" this girl don't owe y'all white men shxt fcking all?!

NOT KIDNAPPING?!

im banning white men from writing actually until we figure out what's going on

why is this filmed like a mockumentary???

i...genuinely hate this plot. free kaia and i hope she kills dean!

not the angels got in formation 🐝

they are trying but they will never be arcane ep3 explosion

oh you're fcking with me. DINOSAURS?!

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

ok first of all, The Ninth Hour musical (on yt & spotify) is INCREDIBLE. It's a retelling of Beowulf (ofc), however the actress playing Beowulf and the actress playing Grendel's Mother sound more or less exactly alike, which gives the whole thing an additional layer of OW OOF OUCH MY EMOTIONS.

Grendel himself is also phenomenal. If I could recommend you one song to get you into this musical, it would be this one:

also highly recommend "Grendel's Mother" by The Mountain Goats. lyrics can get a bit cheesy but it still hits like a punch in the guts

okay, next up..... shit, where do I even START.

Sam & Dean are the best portrayal of Grendel & his Mother that I've EVER seen- and I'm saying this as a folklorist/beowulf scholar first, and spn fan second. The more you get into actually studying these creatures/characters, the more fascinating spn becomes because

1) it tells a story that desperately needed to be told, and does it amazingly well

2) IT DOES IT UNINTENTIONALLY. Nobody on spn's writing team sat down and said "hey. this is a show about Grendel". It just HAPPENED and its UNIRONICALLY WONDERFUL.

3) this is more of a thing that matters re: folkloric & historical context, but I cannot stress enough that Sam & Dean canonically de-christianized themselves. that is. fcking fascinating. like I don't even have words for how cool that is. what a choice for these characters. it's been 1500 years and Grendel & Mother finally had enough, packed up and left back to whatever pagan belief system they came from.

ok anyway. tangent here, but re: what you said about liking/being DEEPLY fucked up by the idea of their souls never being allowed to settle or find peace... please look into The Wild Hunt. Overly Sarcastic Productions on youtube has a very good video on it that covers most of the points that you would be interested in. the idea of a ghostly hunter damned to ride eternally across the sky in early/midwinter kinda Hits Different the past two years yknow?

(and yes there are connections between the Wild Hunt and Grendel's Mom. not direct connections, but they're definitely present. see last post's comment abt Valkyrie!Dean)

last thing for this particular longpost: the names "Sam" and "Dean" are EXTREMELY.

EXTREMELY *SOMETHING*.

IN OLD ENGLISH.

"Sam" is a common prefix in Old English (the language Beowulf was written/originally told in) that is used with many words. However, depending on pronunciation/accent it has two different meanings:

"half, partial, lacking, incomplete"

or

"together, concordant, combined, same"

...ow. ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow. that's. ouch

"Dean" doesn't have a direct equivalent, but "Daene" "Daen" "Dane", "Dene", etc all have translation variants (Old English translation is NOT an exact science. I'm taking a class in it next semester, pray for me lmao) that mean the same thing

"Danes" or "People of Denmark"

why is this relevant? Because the first 2/3 of Beowulf is set in Denmark. Grendel & Mother are FROM DENMARK. and the people they prey upon, who Beowulf arrives to defend

ARE THE DANES.

also, this specific bit of ironic naming has actually been used before! one of the most well-lauded modern retellings of Beowulf, Maria Dahvana Headley's "The Mere Wife", is told from Grendel's Mother's pov, and set in a modern, rural/western American (though disappointingly* nonmagical, focusing on social commentary in an entirely "real-world" way) setting. This is, afaik, the first major work of Beowulf literature that gives Mother a name....

Dana. her name is Dana. as an ironic jab at her original iteration's rivalry with the Danes

or "Daene" in the Old English. or "Dane" or "Daen" or "Dene"

...I both love and hate this language. what kind of fucking names are "Sam and Dean". its almost like God hates them or something-

oh yeah right. That Part.

this is lines 102-114 of Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf, and the audience's introduction to whatever the fresh frick Grendel & Mother have going on.

and

to quote almost directly from a Supernatural post I saw on tumblr like three weeks ago, from someone with (afaik) NO idea what Grendel is:

WHAT WAS THEIR REWARD EXACTLY??? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

hhhhhhhhh

tldr

*screams in agony*

Fun fact of the day, anytime someone compares Dean Winchester to Mother Mary, I take -20 psychic damage

It ruins me horrendously, keep doing it

[itsmissjessme]

Actually I lied, where tf is the reddit spoilers at. I wanna see some thing.

[xnayesa]

So, i watched this video on YT. And I didn't have to think twice.

He love both of them but he definitely love SAM more.

For me, Carly is Freddie's ideal girl. That's why he fell for her the moment he saw her (talking about their conversation about love at first sight) He has a crush on her, yes, who wouldn't? Maybe that's why he clung to that feeling all those years because it wasn't easy to let go of your ideal girl. Or even the idea of having your ideal girl.

Meanwhile Sam, she's the opposite of Carly but Freddie still fell for her. Even after all those times that they hated each other, Sam constantly picking on him, beating him up, teasing him, he still fell for her, accepted all her flaws and chose to be with her. Why? Because he really loves Sam. I mean, why would you be with someone who's mean to you if you don't really love them? Are you fcking stupid? It wasn't hard for Freddie to reject Sam if he didn't really like her knowing that Carly doesn't even have a boyfriend that time too. But the moment Sam kissed him, it may or may have been the reason for him to know that he has a thing for her.

And also the "I love you" scene in the elevator really got me. That's the first time Freddie said those words that you can really feel the emotions behind. Sure, he said a lot of times that he loves Carly but not like the way he told Sam that he loves her.

Sorry but what Freddie felt for Carly was a mere puppy love for me. He may loved her, but not the way he loved Sam.

[marmosa]

it takes two.

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: a little 18+ humor at a point, but it’s pretty low-key. 

A/N: this had some anti-olives discourse and i’m not sorry about it olives r fcking nasty. also [y/n]’s smell is daisy love by marc jacobs for reference, it’s a perfume i really like but i was like there is no way anyone knows what a fucking cloudberry is, so next time you’re at sephora or sumthin go get a whiff of it, it’s lovely. anywho hope you guys like it, i had tons of fun writing the banter in this one, hope it turned out as nice as i thought :) p.s i didn’t proof read this so sorry in advance <3

***

[y/n] hated potions. She hated it more than anything else on this planet and that was saying something considering olives were literally out there existing. Potions shouldn’t have been such a hard class for her, not when she had no problem in her other classes, and certainly not when all it included was following a damned recipe.

Which explained why she wanted to drive a dagger through her skull when Professor Snape announced they’d be spending the next few days preparing to brew amortentia. Not only was the romantic part of it so nerve wracking it made the entire class nauseous, but the prospect of messing it up and not smelling anything at all was even worse (for those who cared, at least).

“You’re dismissed. Make sure to study up on the potion before hand or you’ll sorely regret it,” Snape called out to the class in that tone of his voice that sounded like rancid milk. Was it mentioned that [y/n] also hated Snape? Yeah that too.

As [y/n] packed up her things, she felt a tap on her shoulder, “Speak of the devil.”

“I’m not the devil, I know you lot think ginger’s are evil, but I can assure you I am no devil,” Fred shook his head displeasingly, crossing his arms and leaning back against her desk, “Also, what a way to great someone, sheesh woman, you’d think you’d be more excited to see me.”

“Okay, firstly, there was no need for that whole spiel,” [y/n] held her hands up defensively, “Secondly, I only said that because I was just thinking about you before you arrived.”

Fred rolled his eyes at her back-tracking, but smiled smugly none-the-less, “Aww you were thinking of me? Nothing too naughty I hope,” he winked.

[y/n] flipped her bag shut and looked up at him with a deadpan expression, reaching up and punching his shoulder, “you wish, Weasley. The only naughty thing I’d be caught doing with you is tying you up to turn you in to the police.”

“Tying me up? Didn’t take you as the type for that sort of thing,” Fred grinned, biting back another remark as he watched her groan in annoyance but refuse to make eye contact with him, “but honestly, what were you thinking about?”

“Well,” [y/n] began, pulling at his sleeve to get him to follow her out of class, “You know we have this amortentia potion coming up and I’m doing shit in this class, but I was thinking you could help me study since you have a track record of being good in this class?”

“Hmm,” Fred pondered the offer, shrugging, “what’s in it for me?”

“You get to spend time with me?” [y/n] smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes dramatically to emphasize the effect.

“That’s a shit deal,” Fred chuckled, raising his brows with a small grin at [y/n]’s frown.

“Yeah, it is,” [y/n] sighed, an idea popping into her head, “but if I brewed it successfully you’d get to find out who I fancy, I know you’ve been poking around there because you’re an nosy git who won’t leave me alone about it.”

Fred scoffed in mock offense, tilting his head to the side, “Rude, but not false. Y’know, that does spice up the offer, but what’s stopping me from just finding out by having you smell someone else’s brew? And who’s to say I’m gonna know who smells like that anyway?”

“You’re so difficult,” [y/n] groaned, sinking her shoulders, “you know what, just forget it. I’ll go bother George or something, y’know the better twin.”

Fred’s smile fell as he screwed his features together, ”Excuse me? You’ve got some nerve you little-,”

“I don’t-woah!” [y/n] yelped as Fred tackled her to the side of the empty hall, trapping her against the wall, his hand planted to the side of her head and his other arm situated above her head.

“Take it back,” Fred demanded, giving her a once over, amused at the way she silently reeled over the position she’d just been put into.

“And why should I?” [y/n] snapped back, staring right back at him as soon as she’d gotten her bearings.

“Take it back,” Fred repeated simply, his voice low as he tried to coax his desired response out of her.

“Again, why should I?” [y/n] hummed, relaxing against the wall and looking at him with a sly smile.

Fred rolled his eyes and straightened himself back up, pushing his hair out of his face with one hand, “you’re no fun, you know exactly why.”

“No I don’t,” [y/n] continued, chimed in amusement, “do you think George isn’t as good as you?”

“Now don’t you go putting words in my mouth,” Fred snipped, “you know just as well as I do that’s not true.”

“I don’t know, maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” [y/n] shrugged, biting back a laugh at Fred’s less than amused expression, “I’ll cut you a deal. You help me with potions and I don’t tell George your dirty little secret.”

“That’s not-,” Fred groaned, his argumentative spirit draining out of his body as his will to spend time with her won out, “Fine. But if you ever tell a lie like that to George, I’ll feel no remorse telling everyone and their mother that you like being tied up for fun.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” [y/n] hissed, narrowing her eyes at him.

“What? It’s not like it’s true,” Fred teased, his smirk falling when she remained silent, “No way, [y/n] that’s got to be a lie.”

“So what if it isn’t? You’ll never know,” [y/n] giggled, biting back a smile.

“Now wait a minute-,” Fred began, startled at this random piece of questionable information, but was cut off as they arrived at [y/n]’s class.

“It was lovely chatting with you, but I will have to see you later,” [y/n] hummed playfully, giving him a quick hug before darting into her classroom leaving a shocked Fred to himself, “bye Freddie!”

***

“Do you think Fred likes me?” [y/n] rolled onto her stomach and looked over at her friend expectantly, bumping her ankles together to distract her from the rapid beating of her heart.

Nadya tossed her books to the side and slid her legs off the side of her bed, leaning forward to try and be level with [y/n], “Are you really asking me that right now?”

“What!” [y/n] scoffed, pouting, “it’s an honest question!”

“Of all things holy,” Nadya groaned, burying her face in her hands, “Of course he likes you? You really asked him to be your homework helper and he said yes. Who in their right mind willingly studies for potions?”

[y/n] chewed on the inside of her cheek, nodding along, “You are absolutely correct. But like, if he doesn’t, isn’t it going to backfire on me when he realizes I smell him in the amortentia potion?”

“Bold of you to assume that any man knows what he smells like,” Nadya chuckled, “Remember in grade school when the boys would wear that atrocious body spray? It was ghastly.”

“Again, you’re absolutely correct. But Fred has like a distinct smell, it’s like camp fires, caramel, and fire-whiskey,” [y/n] sighed, letting herself bask in the though of how lovely he was, “it’s wonderful.”

“Kinda creepy that you know how specific it is,” Nadya pursed her lips and titled her head to the side to avoid [y/n]’s flat glare.

“Oh yeah because yesterday you totally weren’t telling me about Sam’s ‘absolutely magical eyes’, your words not mine,” [y/n] hummed, a smug smile drawing itself across her lips.

“You’re a twat,” Nadya snapped back, rolling her eyes, “back to you, aren’t you suppose to meet him in the library in like 5 minutes?”

[y/n] glanced over at the clock on her nightstand and nearly feel onto the floor running to get her stuff, “Shit! Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because you were too busy talking about what Fred smelled like,” Nadya deadpanned, taking her turn to smile smugly.

“I would wipe that stupid look off your face if I wasn’t running late,” [y/n] narrowed her eyes teasingly, grabbing her textbooks, “see you at dinner?”

“See you at dinner,” Nadya affirmed, waving goodbye.

***

“Took you long enough,” Fred lulled, leaning back in his seat.

“I’m surprised you were here on time, especially for something as boring as homework,” [y/n] replied, setting all her stuff down and sliding into the seat across from him.

Fred looked at her dumbly, wanting to snap back but not knowing how to without admitting he was just excited to see her, “Shut up. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you were the one who asked for my help?”

[y/n] leaned her cheek onto her balled up fist and exhaled deeply, “Touché. You’re a handful Weasley.”

“You love it though,” He hummed, wiggling his eyebrows.

“That I do,” [y/n] chuckled, kicking his ankles playfully under the table.

“Well, if you need my help it’s counter productive to do it across from me isn’t it? You don’t want to be swinging a book around over and over again,” Fred mentioned while flipping through his own textbook to find the lesson.

“That’s a good point,” [y/n] shrugged, pushing all her stuff to the other side of the table and switching her seat, glancing over at his book to note the page number, “Y’know, I actually really appreciate you helping me out.”

“Hey, it’s no problem, volunteer work is important after all,” Fred teased, quickly back-tracking when she stared back at him blankly, “Kidding! You know I’ll always make time for you,” he mumbled, reaching over and squeezing her shoulder reassuringly.

[y/n] rolled her eyes and pretended to fish around her bag so he wouldn’t notice the embarrassed look on her face, “Thanks. Same for you.”

Fred chuckled softly, leaning his cheek onto his fist to watch her silently, admiring the way she looked out of uniform in her favorite sweater and pair of jeans. She practically glowed in the low light of the library, her hands constantly pushing a fly away of hair out of her face, her face screwing up in an adorable sort of annoyance. He was smitten, no doubt about it, and honestly- he was okay with that.

“What’re you looking at?” [y/n] muttered, catching his unwavering stare.

“Nothing, you’ve just got an eyelash on your face,” Fred played it off nonchalantly, reaching forward and brushing off the imaginary eyelash.

[y/n] tried her absolute best not to combust right then and there, thanking him quietly before redirecting his attention to the work, “So, what do you say we start here? The measurements are rather odd, wouldn’t you say?”

Fred bit back a smile and nodded, amused at the loss of her fiery attitude, his heart thumping loudly against his chest.

“Yeah, they are.”

***

“Fuck!”

Nadya glanced up from the journal sitting in her lap, the pair of eyes she was sketching seemingly following along with her as she located [y/n] standing in front of the mirror, looking ready to fall apart.

“What’s all this about then?” Nadya inquired, cocking her head to the side.

“We’re making the potions today and it didn’t seem like a big deal two days ago but the anxiety has finally caught up to me and I feel truly sick,” [y/n] shuddered, jumping up and down in place to try and shake out her prickling nerves.

“I know you’re worried, but what are the chances of anyone knowing what that smell is? By the way you described it, it’s so painfully specific that only someone who’s known him for ages would know,” Nadya reassured her panicking friend, smiling softly.

“I know, but what if-,”

“If you keep talking yourself into believing it you’re gonna be miserable. Just breath, go do your best, and have fun. Nothing will go wrong,” Nadya explained calmly, knowing just how much of a busy-brain [y/n] could get.

“Ah, you’re right, I’m only gonna make myself feel worse. I’ll stop, thanks Nadya,” [y/n] padded over and gave her a quick hug, “see you at lunch?”

“See you at lunch,” Nadya nodded, waving her goodbye.

***

“You’ve all finished brewing your amortentia I presume,” Snape spoke in that nasally tone of his, glowering at the class.

The class replied with a cacophony of “yes’s”, the anxiety of each person literally rolling off the walls in waves. People who had a fancy in that class practically had a neon sign above their heads that said so, while those who didn’t sat back and relaxed in peace as they pondered their grade.

[y/n] glanced over at Fred who caught her gaze, passing her an enthusiastic thumbs up, which she returned happily despite the knots forming in her stomach.

“Well then, if you’re done, get into your groups and test it out. Remember if you smell nothing that it doesn’t mean you failed the potion, you must reference the check list of properties before coming to a conclusion,” Snape explained, folding his hands behind his back, “is that clear?”

The class responded with “yes’s” once more and in an instant the room was bustling as the groups got to smelling their potions to test out the initial effects. [y/n]’s group agreed that they’d go clock-wise, leaving her last to test out the potion.

“It smells like honey, baked goods, and lavender,” Charlie spoke up, his cheeks tinging red as he probably registered quite who the scent was probably related to.  

“That’s a lovely combination,” Dina nodded, leaning forward and taking a whiff of their own brew, “truly I can’t smell much but there is a faint note of citrus,” they shrugged.

[y/n] and Timothy exchanged knowing glances, a fancy probably developing in Dina’s life that they hadn’t quite registered yet.

“My turn,” Timothy exhaled, nodding stiffly as if to reassure himself as he smelled the potion. His eyes nearly popped out his head as he took a step back fanning his face slightly, “that has got to be the strongest smell of herbs I’ve ever smelled- he’s probably been spending extra time in the Green Room, that twat.”

The group broke into laughter as he gracefully excused himself to go stand outside to let the smell filter out of his nose. As soon as he’d left, the group look at [y/n] expectantly, all excited to hear what she smelled.

[y/n] swallowed thickly and leaned over her pot, her nerves finally spiking as she took a whiff of the brew. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest when she finally registered the smell, her face growing hot, as an embarrassed expression pulled itself onto her features- of course it was him.

“So, what did you smell?” Dina chirped enthusiastically, leaning against the table.

“Yeah [y/n], what did you smell?”

[y/n] felt her heart drop to her feet, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets and into the pot in front of her. Of course he was going to ask.

“You did promise you’d tell me,” Fred smirked, leaning against the table, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“That I did,” [y/n] chuckled awkwardly.

“I’ll cut you a deal this time. You tell me what you smelled and I’ll tell you what I did,” Fred offered, raising his brows to emphasize his tantalizing offer.

“Deal,” [y/n] nodded, rolling her shoulder a few times, “I smelled a camp fire, caramel, and fire whiskey.”

Charlie and Dina exchanged wide eyed glances, quietly agreeing that the smell was certainly unique and equally lovely before excusing themselves to go get a final grade from Snape.

“What a unique smell,” Fred hummed, eyeing her groupmates oddly “Guess I have to hold up my end of the bargain then. I couldn’t really tell you the specifics, but definitely berries, daisies, and driftwood.”

“That’s even more unique than mine, whoever you smelled sure does have a refined palette,” [y/n] giggled, calming down as she realized Fred had no clue who she was talking about with her own smell.

“She sure does. I think it’s her perfume or something, she wears it everyday so I recognized it almost immediately,” Fred chuckled, shrugging, “But fire whiskey, I truly wonder who that could be, you wouldn’t happen to be willing to tell me? Would you?” he bat his eyelashes innocently.

“In your dreams Weasley,” [y/n] huffed, shoving him playfully.

“Ouch, tough crowd,” Fred pouted, turning so his elbows were leaned onto the table behind him.

“You know I’m only keeping it from you for my own sanity,” [y/n] chuckled, reaching over and shaking his shoulder softly.

Fred chewed his bottom lip between his teeth, glancing in the opposite direction from her, his mind clouded with doubt, wondering who this mystery person could possibly be- praying to everything holy that there was even a possibility of it being him.

Unbeknownst to him,  [y/n]’s internal dialogue was practically doing the same thing trying desperately to put a person to the smell he describe but coming up empty, her heart sinking slightly while she admonished herself for getting her hopes up too fast.    

“Well, you know I’m not gonna give up until I find out. I’ll sniff everyone in our year if it means getting my answer,” Fred teased, winking at her.

“That’s so creepy, you’ll be lucky if you can even get close enough to smell your own brother,” [y/n] laughed, letting her head roll forward slightly.

“Whatever you say,” Fred hummed, shimmying his shoulders to a silent tune, “better go get that grade of yours then, we didn’t do all that studying for nothing.”

“We might’ve since you couldn’t tell who I smelled,” [y/n] bit back a laugh when Fred glared back at her.

“You’re a twat.”

“I know.”

***

“Nadya! My dearest darling companion to ever to walk this planet, do you happen to know anyone who smells like caramel and fire whiskey?” Fred asked, throwing his arms around the two girls.

Nadya nearly spilled her drink at Fred’s sudden appearance, which didn’t particularly go down well with her, “Fred if you scare us like that again I’m going to hex you so severely you’ll be stuck in the infirmary trying to figure out how to get your wand out of your arse.”

Fred’s face drained of all it’s color (if that was even possible, being as pale as he already was), “Sorry Nadya, my bad.”

[y/n] stifled a laugh, continuing to munch on her piece of chicken, ignoring Nadya’s side eye that practically screamed “handle your own boyfriend”.

“But back to your question, I can’t say that I do, who do you have in mind so far?” Nadya humored him, trying her best to give leeway to both her best friend and her best friend’s crush.

“Well, as [y/n] so wisely said, it’s too creepy to go around and sniff people, so I’m just going off of hunches. Oliver seems like a likely candidate and so does Casper, but I’m still not sure,” Fred sighed, obviously already impatient in his search.

Nadya glanced over at [y/n] who was all to comfortable pretending she wasn’t a part of the conversation, happily sipping at her cider.

“I’m not gonna say anything, you can search for as long as you’d like, I’m not budging,” [y/n] shook her head, smiling all too amused, patting Fred’s head patronizingly.  

“You’re no fun,” Fred pouted, huffing and standing back straight, dusting off the invisible dust on his robes, “Well since I’m not gonna get an answer out of either you, I’ll take my search elsewhere, see you around.”

“Bye Freddie,” [y/n] chirped, waving goodbye to him, “So you were right.”

Nadya broke into laughter, elbowing [y/n] playfully, “I told you! You got so worked up and he hasn’t even gotten close to an answer.”

“Casper, he really thinks I’d like Casper? He’s lovely and all but imagine having to sit through him telling you about how handsome he is? That sounds absolutely awful,” [y/n] shook her head, giggling at the thought.

“I truly think he’s just lying to himself at this point, there’s no way he’d be that dumb,” Nadya claimed, refiling her cup.

“I think so too, you know Fred though, he love’s a good challenge,” [y/n] shrugged, taking another bite of her chicken, “well have to see.”

***

“Okay, I think I’ve figured it out!”

[y/n] groaned and pressed her palms into her eyes, sinking as far as she could into the couch that she thought was tucked at the very back corner of the library, “please, it’s been nearly two days! You haven’t given it up yet?”

“Not at all, it’s fun, irritating, but fun,” Fred beamed, skipping over and plopping down next to her on the couch, “See I think I’ve narrowed the search down to these three guys.”

[y/n] glanced down at the small sheet of paper he held out to her and then back at him, a tired sag in her eyes as she felt guilt start to push against her chest. Maybe she was in the wrong for letting him run around and play a fruitless guessing game that she knew he would probably never get the answer to.

“I’m thinking if you give me another clue, I could zero it down to-,”

“It’s not them Fred.”

Fred fell quiet as [y/n] pushed his hand down, taking the paper and tossing it on the small table to her side, pushing his fingers into a small fist that she held gingerly, “It’s not anyone you’ve guessed.”

[y/n] sighed and swallowed her nerves, deciding it was now or never, that if she didn’t say something now she would be tormented by regret and Fred’s relentless guesses for the rest of her life.

“It’s no one you know because,” [y/n] looked away, literally incapable of meeting the wide inviting look he was giving her right then, “it’s you Fred. I like you.”

When she was met with silence, the rock finally started to settle at the pit of her stomach, her brows knitting together as she bit back her bubbling emotions. She tried to pull her hand back but had it quickly snatched back by Fred who had threaded their fingers together.

“I knew it,” He grinned, cupping her face with one hand and pulling her to him, his lips pressing against hers extremely gentle for how abrupt the kiss had been.

[y/n]’s eyes went wide before sinking shut, her free hand wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him impossibly closer. They sat like that for a while, the quite chatter of the other students background noise to the gentle kisses they passed between one another, the pent up impatience and nervousness draining out of them with each and every kiss.

The two of them finally pulled away, a red hue fanned over Fred’s face, his freckles even more noticeable now that she was up this close.

“Shit, I didn’t ask permission to kiss you, did I?” Fred mumbled bumping his forehead against hers, squeezing their still intertwined hands.

“It’s okay, at least I kissed back, yeah?” [y/n] whispered, thumbing over the small scar on his cheek, probably from a quidditch match.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll be better about it though,” Fred promised, tilting his head to the side to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Me too,” [y/n] smiled, adoration practically rolling off of her in waves, “wait- what did you mean you knew it?”

Fred pulled back and sat up straight, his lips pressed together so tightly he was practically forcing all the blood out of them, “Well, I kind of already knew from the time your tablemates sort of left us alone in potions. I just wanted to hear you admit it.”

[y/n] felt her face fall, her mouth getting stuck open in an o shape, as she stared at him dumbly, “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Unfortunately no,” Fred giggled, placing both of his hands on the sides of her face, “don’t be mad at me?”

“I’m not mad, just disappointed in myself, that shit’s embarrassing for me!” [y/n] groaned, placing her hands on top of his.

“Well it all worked out in the end didn’t it?” Fred chimed, his lips stretching out into a grin.

“I suppose it did,” [y/n] hummed thoughtfully.

“Now the real question is how you didn’t know what your own perfume smelled like,” Fred quipped, immediately bouncing back to teasing her.

“Oh for god’s sake, do I look like I research perfume scents in my free time?” [y/n] scoffed.

“A little bit,” Fred muttered.

“You know what never mind, don’t you ever try to kiss me again,” [y/n] shoved him off her playfully, scooting all the way to the opposite end of the couch.

“Now don’t be like that,” Fred groaned, crawling over to her.

“Nuh uh, nope,” [y/n] shook her head, sticking out her legs in a feeble attempt to stop his advance.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, too late, come here.”

“I said no- fine! Fine, goodness gracious.”  

“Mhm, that’s what I thought, now give me another kiss before you have to go back to doing boring homework.”

“Fine.”  

[blackswanxx]

I made a playlist about Darlin' storyline. From Quinn's pov to Darlin's one when they were together, feelings that Darlin' had towards Quinn turn into hate and then Sam happened. I just put some songs that I think would fit their feelings and how they think during the whole story. (btw I think that Quinn begged darlin' to stay everytime they would have a fight and Darlin' would bcs he is fcking good at manipulating people)

[hellerism]

its so frustrating watching char of color getting killed off. I came to expect it. but the last fcking straw for me was when the bloodlines spinoff pilot aired & i was so excited tht the main char was black and then saw everyone on here crying abt how they hated it bc sam&dean werent in it and then it didnt get picked up. its good tht ppl talk abt the racism from time to time but this has always been such a white fandom and the discussions abt racism only ever get traction when initiated by yts

im really sorry you had to deal with that, especially in a place where you should be able to have fun. it’s frustrating to see so many promising characters of color eclipsed by white characters in both the show and fan conversations. ive been trying to seek out more nonwhite perspectives on the show and ive found a few, but like you said, the fandom is very white

[dragonsclaws]

spn 15x20 liveblog

...is this it???? really

how are they this happy while cas and eileen are dead, are the writers high

cas is dead and you're eating PIE

is this just a case episode wtf is this shit

singer and kripke ugh okayyyy

WHO CARES ABOUT VAMPS WHERE'S THE ANGEL

im so bored tbh, i really could not give less of a fuck

is that Bobby's yard???

oh so that's the promo pic, nothing to do w cas apparently

is this season 2? sam and dean fighting vamps is not impressive or new at all

oh okay that was kind of funny "somebody from highschool... "

yooooo what the fuckkkk. is Dean gonna die???

call 911 wtf helloooo

we are 18 min in whattttt

wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf

oh right they killed a bunch of people, lmao they can't call for the ambulance

cmon this ain't it, stop lying

"then don't leave me" broooooo

ion like this. there's still 20 minutes LEFT

so now what

this is very stupid. why would they choose to kill dean off in the first fcking half of the episode!!!!

everyone in Sam's life is dead or gone ughhhhhh. should've gotten eileen then huh, sam?

no not this, what is happening

DONNA

not the dog going upstairs too

this has to be a joke

heaven?? castiel ?

BOBBY IM GONNA CRYYYY

RUFUS kingggg

fuuuck you i thought he was gonna say it's the empty too

CAS!!!!!!!!! my heart is pounding

fuck cas that's what he's gonna do

oh so you're just gonna mention cas and he's not gonna show up

NOT THIS

he didn't get w eileen. he's now with amelia again? boooo

old sam lmaooo. they couldn't afford a better wig or??

hes gonna die in the impala what

oh he's gonna die in bed

lmao im annoyed. where is the angel and eileen

this cover is actually pretty good ngl. we love women

why is bobby in heaven old but sam is young. where's the logic there, babes

that's it? im tired y'all

the fans were here for the gay angel are y'all serious

they didn't even show misha at the end

garbage, this show is garbage i hate this

[finding-the-daylight]

So, now that my finals are officially over, I am going to proceed to have a drink or two or three and rewatch Eclipse. Here’s (soberly) what I remembered from the film prior to starting this account (since starting this account, posts re:Eclipse have reminded me of things I’m not going to include in this introduction): 

1. Bella is basically playing tic-tac-toe with Edward and Jacob and her feelings for them. She can’t make up her mind. When I watched it the first time, my dad was in the living room half paying attention to it and said she was very selfish. 

2. Edward tries to control Bella, but it’s “out of genuine concern for her”.

3. Jacob tries to control Bella, but it’s “out of genuine concern for her”.

4. Both fight for her affection and even though she’s engaged to Edward, she won’t let go of Jacob.

5. When the newborn army shows up, Bella cuts her arm with a rock.

6. There’s awkward tension in the tent.

That’s literally all I remember of the movie while sober (aside from what I have relearned from posts about Eclipse on this blog). My drunken thoughts will be below the break:

Okay, so this dude I think his name is Riley is lowkey kinda dumb, no offense. Like he just stood there and screamed “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?” This is how all horror movies end badly. You don’t talk back. You run or hide or esape.

THE MEADOW IS SO FUCKING PRETTY. IT’S THE PUREST THING WE HAVE IN THIS FANDOM OMG HE’S PLAYING WITH EHR HAIR AND I JUST WANT SOMEOEN TO PLAY WITH MY HAIR. DAMN BELLA, MY FINALS ARE OVER. SUCKS TO SUCK, DOESN’T IT?

I never noticed the CUllen cuff before, but now thanks to this blog it’s all I’m looking @ lmao. 

I FCKING LOVE CHARLIE TOO MUCH AND HE DESERVED BETTER THIS WHOLE TIME. HE IS SUCH A GOOD FATHER AND HE DESERVES THE BEST.

THERE’S A GLOWING RED LIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW WTF I THINK IT’S THE REFLECTION OF A CAR LIGHT BUT I FUCKING SWEAR

NVM ITS GONE

WHAT THE FUCK EDWARD?? YOU MESSED WITH BELLA’S TRUCK SO SHE COULDN’T SEE HER FRIEND? FUCK. I WOULD’VE DUMPED YOU AND LEFT YOU IN THE WOODS BRO.

Edward sitting with Bella’s friends. We can’t help but stan. He’s still a bitch for the truck thing though. 

I love how Alice looks @ Edward and tells him the party will be fun because she knows nothing bad will happen. But then he reads her mind and looks conerned wtf is ognna happen?

Side note: I really like the lighting in this movie. Everyone has a healthly glow. They lokk happy.

The fucking Volturi always gotta ruin everything. Bitch ass hoes. Ol’ crusty asses acting like some outdated monarchy. Why don’t the vamprires start a democratic government?

Charlie really deserved better. Like I know they couldn’t tell him teh truth but they could’ve been slightly less untruthful prbabl.

I WANNA FIND SOMEONE WHERE MY MOM SAYS WE’RE LIKE MAGNETS WITH EACH OTHER. I WANT SOMEONE TO LOOK @ ME LIKE I’M THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE. DAMNIT EDWARD. DAMNIT STEPHENDW. 

Y’ALL ARE TELLING ME THE ENTIRE CULELN CLAM COMBINED COULDN’T TKAE OUT VICTORIA? THIS SHIT IS GETTING UNREALISTIC LMAO.

THE MUSIC THAT STARTS PLAYING WHEN JAKE TURNS AROUND IN THE PARKING LOT SENT ME LMAOOOOO. 

Leah is such a badass and I wnat to be best friends with ehr plase. 

ALSO FCK THIE IMPRINTING STORYLINE. 

SAM AND LEAH WERE HAPPY TOGETHER.

NO BELLA YOU DON’T FUCKING WANNA KNOW WHAT IMPRINTING IS. NONE OF US WANTD WTO KNWO. IT NEVER SHOULDVE BEEN WRITTEN.

Taylor and Kristen are such babies in this movie. They’re so young and precious. WHIH REMINDS ME WHY TF DID SPTHEJNFNWFNA MAKE THIS SEIRESO ABOUT CHIDLREN??!?! I STILL SAY IF THE CHARACTERS HAS BEWNNF MORE MATUEE AND IN LIKE THEIR MID OR LATE TWNETIEMS OR THIRTIS IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER. FIUCKUNG FIGHT ME.

INITING BELLA TO HEAR THE TRIBE’S HISTORIES? THE CULTURAL APPROPRIATION FUCK STEPHEN0AWFJQ. BITCHJ.

SETH IS SO PRECIOUS. AGAIN. THEY’RE ALL SUCH BABIES. THESE POOR CHILDREN.

this hwoel shite is sof ukcing offensie. bitch. listen. why tf did stpehwb fafb have to appropriate cultues like this? BITCH>> you do realize if the legnds are actually like this they’rel ike that because it’s aout defeating yo white as sright? like your’e aware stpehebe ? 

omg bree is so scare d poor baby. literally why did stephenjdbawfbi do this? she just wnated to be ok not hurt anywaon.

exuce me vut CARLISLE IS HOT AS FUCK BITCH

edward is saying some real romantic shit and i sill hate him for the turck thing but like he loves her so much btu he’s stil an asshoel in this smovie

I’M ABOUT TO HATE JACOB I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES I’VE SEEN THE GIFS HOE WE GONNA GIGHT. BITCH SHE JUST TOLD YOU SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU DON’T PUSH HER LIKE THIS. DUMBAS S HOE BITCH. YOU’RE GONNA FIGHT FOR HER? I’M GONNA FUCKIN FIGHT YOU BTCH. I WISH SHE WAS ALREAYD A VAMPIRE SO RTHAT PUNCH WOULDA HURT BITCH YOU DESERVED IT.

THESE FUCKWITS ARE FIGHTING OVER HER AND NOT LISTNEING TO HER THEY ARE BOTCH CANCELLED. BELLA NEEDS TO LEAVE BOTH THESE HOES AND GET A NEW MAN WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS HOW TO LISTNE. BITCHES.

I love Emmett so much. BELLA SHOULD FINA A MAN LIKE HIM. IT’S WHAT SHE DESERVES.

ROSALIE IS ABOUT TO POP TF OFF. SHE IS A QUEEN AND I LVOE AND SUPPORT HER. the saddest thing about this is that she thought her life was perfect and then some fucking asshoes ruiend it. she was so happy. wtf im gonna cry. fuck. i hate sptehej n so much. these gross ass hoes i’m gonna cik all theyre assses. this is so gross i’m so angry literaluy setthing beithc. BUT THEN SHE GETS HER REVENGE AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL. FUCK THOSE BASTARS. but she;s so sad it breaks my heart. she wants to be human so bad. this scene is so sad and it’s theonly good scene in twilight and nikki reed deserves an ocsa like if you agree.

jane and alec more childrne who should’ve been able to be children fck the volturie

why the hel is jessica the fucking valedinact ion? it should’ve been bella they made her seem so damn smart but now she’s not theo ne? i don’ beliee it. but anna kendrick is a gift and now i wanna watch ptiche perfect. CHARLIE is so pure he deserved better and i’m gona kep saying it.

i love those fucking rose colored lamps hanging at the cullens house int he window at hte party scene can anyone link them to me i need? 

why the hell is the wolfpack athe cullesn hosue? this doesnt make sense and it doesn’t seem real am i too drunk and imabginf this?

jno wait it’s real. jake’s appolgoizng.

how fucking conventinet the woflpakc is there hwen alice realizes there abotu to be attacked. this aint realistc. bitc.

why are these kids being forces to act like audls? “I wans;t asking for permission” hoe you’re like 16 go home and go tib ed and odnt go to war.

these woflies gonan kick yo ass edward get tf out

i’m laughign nrow but nothigng funy is happening lmaoooo

fck carlisle is really hot as fuck his jawline kills me

i hate jasper’s hair here i’m sorry i know we all lovehim bt heis hair is a dam nmess

belal is so fuckign negative all the time no one is gonan get killed exceptsvictoris

THE COWBOOIIIII WHY DOES HE LOOKS LIKE OWNE WILSON IN THIS DAMN LIGHTIN? ALICE AND JASPER LOVE EACH TOHER SO MUCH MY APLOGIZKE MAAM FCK IT UP.

why thfe fuck is hake comparing his situaton with leah and sam and emily? We are nto the same hoe wae are not the same. bella is choosing edward sit yo ass down. but i still thin kyall are both problemastic as fuck in thos movie and hse deserves better.

CHARLIES DESEVRS  BTETER THEY KEEP LYIGN EVEN WHEN THEY DUCKGN DONT NEED TO

reblog if you thought edward and bella wre gona fuc, when she went over to his house in eclipse when yo ufirst read the book or saw the movue

he really oes love her a lot though fkcn i’m so alone 

 he looks si sad wgen he mentind ices tea on the porch poor edward

EVERY DANM MOMENR OF FOREVER BITCG I WANT  LOVE LIK THST 

LITERALLY THIS IS THE SUTPEIDEST PLOT EVER. A WHOLE FUCKIN ARMY TOO ATTACK ONE IGRL? BITCH. THIS AINT EVEM A THING. 

im gettign ral tired yall dik if i waill mke it to the end of this movie but i will tru

i hate the enrgey from jae and efard in this tent. ya’ll are both dumb hoes and she could do better than either ofy ou. 

WRHAT THE FUCK FASTER IF YOUR TOOK YORU CLOTHS OFF BITCH WHAT THE FUCK NOW I AM GONNA FUCKIN PUNCH YOU IB HOEP BELLA OUBCHES YOU WHEN SHES A VMAPRIE STUPID HOE 16 YEAR OLD SHOULD BE AT HOME IN BED INSTEAD OF IN A TENT TRYING TO FIGH A FCUKCN WAR

edward is such an emo boi in the tent and he thinsk she doesn;t lve him any more. yo ua stipiud hoe edearf but she still loves you anwyab ithc.

wheb edward said i’m not gonna force her into naythign ever agin i realized he was hte better man good for you eddie you fickun manned up you win

MY REASON FOR ESXITNST HOE I JST WNAT TO BE LOVED

now edwards bene a fuckboi again trying to hurt jake b ymaking sure he knew they were getting maried edward what the fuck iw was just starting to be on your side agian and you let me down like this

jacob is beign an emo boi now jake go be a child @ home and stop this nonsense you’re not a man go be a chid and take a nap and eat some grilled cheese youkk feel better

now she told him she wants to kiss him wtf bella don’t kead this bitch on he’s already in pain let hom gp home and eat a grilled cheese

mow bella’ supsetti spaghetti because edwards know she kissed jake

this shit is so unenecasialr dramtic wht the fuck yall  like a whole army ofver one girl and then its like all everyboyd trying kill everybody this is bulshittheyre all children who should eb at home eating grileld chesses not at war

victoria is a real bitch lying to this boy telling hin she lvoes him hoe bitch

og shit efward ifs pissed now he’s tauntign ab ithc

i acutaly kinda fel bad for riley he wnet through so mcuh and was manipulated i wish the cullens could have adopted him and bree

oshit is the volutire 

SAM DONT FUCKUGN TALK TO LEAH LIKE THAT EVER AGIAN YOU HOE

CARLISE AND I REPEAT AGAIB IS HOT AS FUCK FUCK CARLISRL

I LITERALLY AHTE THE VOLTURIE FOR KILLIGN VREE THEY WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN

JASPER KNOWS WHATS GOOD HE DOESN’T TURST THESE HOES

I’M SO PISEED THAT THE CULLENS NEVER FUCKING IFHT THE VOLTURIE LIKE CARLISLES IS SMART AS FUCK AND EHS TILL WONT START A DEMOCRAY LIKE YALL KNOW ROSLAIE WOULDVE FOGUHT FOR THAT SHIT TOO

 I LVOE YOUDADY CARLISLE

THIS 16 YEAR OLD LYING UP HERE BECAUSE OF TE DUMBASS WAR I TOLD YALL TO GO GOEN AND EA A GRILELD CHEDWE

poor jakie he knows hed better good for her but she reallys loves eward jake deserved better than what he got reblog is youf agree he jst said he’s even love her after she’s a vamprie bruh go eat a grilled chease and love yourself

WERE BACK IN THE FUCKING MEADOW ITS LIT AND ITS LOVELY I WANNA FALL IN LOVE IN A MEADOW WITH A HANDAOME MYSTERIOUS MAN WHO LOVES ME UNCODNITONATLY

KIRSTNE STEQARD IS THE WBEST AND SHE DESERVED AN OSCAR FOR THIS MOVIE HER AND NIKKI REED AND NODBOYD ELSE

fianlly this bitch is gonna beh onest with chalrie took you long enough

that was an anticlamtnc ending but i love love

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As I’m rewatching the pilot episode of LEVERAGE and Eliot had to be an IT guy, I'm now thinking about how to get Steve Rogers in glasses and undercover as an IT guy somewhere lol 

I'd love to play AGAINST the stereotype that Steve had or has so much trouble adjusting to modern technology. There are so many fandom wide ideas/concepts that are, from what I’ve seen, accepted by the majority that I DO NOT SUBSCRIBE TO, and this one is right at the top of my THAT IS NOT MY CANON list. 

I don't understand why people want to put him in that box, ignore the mind that accompanies the muscle, but this cartoon sums it up very well (from HERE but if anyone knows the artist or original source, please let me know!)

THIS is Canon Steve for me. 

Marvel’s Avengers Assemble cartoon also plays with the stereotype and I appreciate it A LOT. In that cartoon, Steve is still RELUCTANT about technology but that’s REALLY DIFFERENT to being intimidated by or unable to grasp tech. Steve having a healthy amount of suspicion about humans being plugged in all the time and everywhere? THAT makes way more sense to me than “Steve needs help installing Windows” or “Steve doesn’t get the iPhone.” Steve never struck me as a dude who couldn’t adapt; his learning curve is off the charts, ain’t it? Why so many believe that would change when it came to modern tech has always been beyond me.

So yeah, I’d love an idea for Steve having to go undercover as an IT guy and probably Tony? Thinking that’s a JOKE and that he would have to give him a crash course in some basics but then having Steve blatantly refuse, Tony EXCITED to watch Steve crash & burn, but then as he’s listening in/watching the op go down ... realizing Steve knows A FCKING LOT and being BLOWN away. This would have to be early on in Steve and Tony’s relationship, though, cuz I also hate it when people don’t give Tony credit for knowing Steve on certain levels. After TIME together, I fully believe Tony would give Steve a hard time about not WANTING to be into tech versus not knowing how to use it. Again, THAT dynamic is in Marvel’s Avengers Assemble and I love it so much. I also believe that Tony sees the potential in people and can fully recognize their abilities and what they can do if they CHOOSE to do it.  

If we went with the easy way of Tony looking dumb for underestimating Steve, though, Bucky and Sam can be there to laugh at Tony’s underestimating the pretty blonde because it’s fcking FUNNY when people make asses out of themselves by assuming stuff and get faced :P It’s basic but for me, entertaining.

Problem is I have no actual idea for how to make this happen, nor am I versed in tech enough to make it believable lmaoooooooooo. 

BUT IT WOULD BE FUN CUZ UNDERESTIMATED BRAINY STEVE ROGERS IN GLASSES IS AMAZING: