#i’m like only 7 eps in but

[aimfor-theheart]

i am watching the og trigun to see how the new one compares

[hugeegosorry]

That s7 episode where House is fangirling over that children author. you know which one i mean. „unwritten”. This one

Objectively hilarious premise, especially when we find out:

There are two love interests for a girl character and while Sam Carr,

(who is also a fangirl. Wilson has to put up with Two dearest to him people infodumping about their favorite kids book. autism real)

supports one of them, House says something along the lines of „Why can’t she have both?”, implying a polyamorous relationship between a girl and two guys.

Anyway, in this essay I will prove how the House/Wilson/Cuddy agenda is basically canon-

[padmestrilogy]

i don’t think sol’s characterization in “choice” is a real contradiction of anything he’s done before tbh. obv it’s a big reveal that he killed mother aniseya and chose osha over mae and lied about all this, but his motivation for doing so—a sense that he was meant to train osha, a paternal protectiveness, an easily triggered impulsivity, those “noble intentions”—these are all traits he’s shown from the start. we were shown his thinking resulting in love before we saw it result in violence. in a way, the reverse happened with mae. we saw her obsessive nature drive her to kill, before we saw it drive her to abandon the dark side and embrace her sister. these characters have not changed so much as been put in new situations. and yeah then the lesbian space witches dissolved into black mist , pretty good show

[daisysmalia]

Do I trust imbd or not because it says Lou is in ep 7 lol

[frostluvrs]

my last ray leave sand alone post until episode 8 but there’s just no way way he is doing all this after finally getting his man LEAVE SAND ALONE MY GOD

[cabeswaterdrowned]

I think it’s so funny that djats is a world in which the women are all friends and like each other a lot and the men never want to interact unless it’s to talk about music or a girl and frequently straight up hate each other

[coconut530]

THE THREE G’S

[prncssguya]

xie wei is so scary but in a sexy way

[hariboz]

i don't about you but i like, maybe love, oikawa

no me too!! i love him but he can be a bitch which is what i meant in my kira comment 🫶🏻 like kira is so nice to isagi at the start i automatically assumed he would turn out to be mean later on once he drops the façade bc he just immediately reminded me of oikawa ((i’m not entirely sure this isn’t what happens i’m only 7 eps in so far)) && i’m assuming this is abt the blue lock post bc i have not mentioned haikyuu anywhere else 😭

[stvolanis]

Y’all Sarah Cameron’s a hoe wtf

[funky-lil-ghost]

listenign to nightvale while i do schoolwork except i just sit and stare at my laptop with progressively more confused and dismayed expressions as the episode goes on

[emily-mooon]

Nancy Wheeler pookie pie it’s time for me to redraw you as a shoujo manga protag

[rafecameronssl4t]

Gold, Coffee, and Mabel || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: based on s3 ep 7 with that scene above except it includes reader and Mabel 🥰🥰

Warnings: swearing, other than that fluff!!!

Word count: 1,036

A/n: yeah I procrastinated and wrote this in like 5 mins

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

"And you're sure this guy’s good?" Barry asks, his voice tinged with doubt as he glances sideways at Rafe, who walks beside him, hands casually stuffed in his pockets. They round the corner, and Rafe hums in response, clearly unconcerned.

"I mean, we’ve got a lot of people to see today," Rafe adds, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He doesn’t even look at Barry, his gaze sweeping over the street with anticipation. It’s clear to Barry that Rafe is in his element, the prospect of a profitable day of gold-selling putting a spring in his step.

Rafe was confident, and that confidence was infectious. Today was going to be a good day. Hell, it was going to be a great day. He could feel it in his bones. Barry opens his mouth to ask about the next move, but the words die on his lips as Rafe suddenly comes to a halt.

Barry nearly collides with him, caught off guard by the abrupt stop. "What the fuck?" Barry blurts out, confusion etched on his face. Rafe doesn’t answer, his focus now entirely on a woman sitting at an outdoor table at a nearby café.

Without a word, he strides over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder and leaning down to kiss her, leaving Barry standing there like an idiot. It’s only when he sees the way Rafe's lips curve into a familiar smile that Barry realises who the woman is. It’s you.

“What are you doing here?” Rafe asks, his voice softening, a warm smile spreading across his face as he takes in the sight of you and Mabel. The hard edge that usually defines Rafe’s tone melts away, replaced by something warmer, gentler. You glance up at him, a bright smile lighting up your features.

"Having brunch with Mom," you reply adjusting Mabel so that Rafe can scoop her up into his arms. He does so effortlessly, his movements tender as he cradles his daughter against his chest.

Barry, still trying to piece together what's happening, blurts out, “Shit, almost didn't recognise ya-” , but Rafe cuts him off with a sharp look. "Language, Barry," Rafe says, his voice low and warning, a stark contrast to the affectionate tone he just used with you.

Barry throws his hands up in mock surrender. "My bad, my bad," he mutters, glancing at you with an apologetic smile. You chuckle at his usual antics. "Maybe because of my hair," you say, running a hand through your freshly coloured locks, your eyes bright as you wait for Barry's reaction.

"Looks good," Barry says, genuine in his compliment. You thank him with a nod, your eyes crinkling in the corners. As Rafe settles into a chair, Mabel perched contentedly on his lap, Barry shifts his weight, reminding himself of the job they’re supposed to be doing.

“Country club, don’t we need to get goin'?” he prods, noticing how comfortable Rafe seems, his focus entirely on entertaining Mabel, who giggles at his playful antics. You smile at the sight, feeling a warmth in your chest before you turn to Barry. “Busy day ahead?” you ask, a knowing glint in your eye.

Barry shoots a glance at Rafe, who seems completely absorbed in his role as a father, oblivious to the conversation and Barry’s questioning gaze. “Uh, yeah. Apparently so,” Barry replies with a chuckle, still not entirely sure how this unexpected stop fits into their tight schedule.

“I’m just going to order some coffee for my mom, I'll be two seconds,” you say, standing up from the table. "I’ll come with you. Might as well grab a coffee while we’re here," Rafe says, rising to his feet. He looks down at Mabel, then back at Barry with a grin. “Mind holdin' her for a minute?”

Before Barry can protest, Rafe is already handing Mabel over to him. Barry’s eyes widen in panic as Mabel, with her big blue eyes, stares up at him with a curious expression. He stands there stiff as a board, awkwardly patting her back and trying to figure out how to hold a baby without looking like a complete idiot.

As Rafe and you disappear into the café, Barry glances nervously at the door, silently begging one of you to come back quickly. At first, Mabel seems fine, but then her bottom lip starts to tremble. Before Barry can react, she lets out a wail, her cries escalating quickly. “Fuck—shit! No, no, no, please don’t cry,” Barry mutters under his breath, his heart racing as he tries to bounce her gently, but her cries only grow louder.

Just as Mabel’s wails reach a peak, you emerge from the café with Rafe right behind you. Relief floods Barry’s face, but it’s quickly replaced by anxiety as you approach, your eyebrows raised in a mix of concern and amusement.

“Did you make my daughter cry?” you ask, taking Mabel in your arms, though there’s a teasing lilt to your voice that Barry is too flustered to pick up on. Barry looks like a deer caught in headlights, especially under Rafe’s intense gaze. “What? No! I swear, I didn’t do anything—” Barry stammers, his face flushed, but you laugh, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

“I’m just messing with you. She’s probably just hungry,” you say, glancing at your watch before pulling out Mabel’s bottle. Barry lets out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck as the tension slowly eases from his shoulders.

Rafe watches the interaction with a smirk, clearly amused by Barry’s discomfort. “Well, we should get going,” Rafe finally says, leaning in to give you a kiss before gently pressing his lips to Mabel’s forehead. She’s already drinking her bottle, her little hands reaching up to grab at Rafe’s chin, making you chuckle softly at the adorable sight.

"I’ll see you at home later," Rafe says warmly, his eyes locking with yours as he leans in for one last kiss. He gives Mabel a gentle smile before glancing back at you, a lingering look full of affection. With a final nod, he turns to Barry, the smile still playing on his lips, as they head off to make a shit ton of money.

[frostluvrs]

Also, speaking of Ray, it bothers me that people are so focused on Sand with the 'leave him alone, don't try to save him, blah blah' but not focused on Ray leaving SAND alone. Because let me remind you, ALL of their hangouts are initiated by Ray, Ray is the one who should leave him alone! Sand always says 'no' at first, and Ray pushes and pushes until Sand gives in (which yikes when I put it like that lol)

Idk it just frustrates me when people put on Sand the whole responsability of their relationship, when Ray is the one who went after him again and again and AGAIN.

Same thing as the 'Ray never promised him anything, they said they are just friends' like c'mon, if the issue were as black and white, this wouldn't be a plotline. Yes they said they were friends, but they didn't act as such and we have SEEN this, the narrative even point it out to us in the Sand/Ray/Boston/Nick scene in ep5, with Nick being like 'oh you are all are so lovey dovey, are you going out blah blah'. Ray knows Sand has feelings for him, the end of ep5 showed us this, Sand told him he cares about him in ep6 and then again in ep7 and he still has the audacity to ask him to 'still' be friends in the preview AND trying to cockblock him. (And to be all over Mew in Sand's place of work, which again show us he doesn't give a fuck about Sand's feelings but I disgress)

It just feels like people don't put any responsability on Ray, he can do as he pleases and people treat him with kids gloves and not as an adult who should respect and care about other people and have empathy. But people don't expect that from Ray, but they expect it from Sand, and when Sand doesn't act accordingly, all hell breaks loose.

'Sand should have self respect and leave Ray' Ray should also have self respect and stop acting frankly pathetic and embarrasing about Mew, Ray is MUCH MORE pathetic than Sand is in all of this, but AGAIN people don't expect anything from Ray, he can do as he pleases and no one tells him he has no dignity.

ANYWAY sorry for the rant but I am heated lol.

i’m actually so glad you sent this! i’ve definitely been in the large amount of people getting frustrated at sand and wanting him to stand up and walk away but your anon plus other takes i’ve seen the past 24 hours definitely shifted my view a bit lol. for example i keep seeing people defend ray by saying he can’t control his feelings and sand can move on if he wants; that ray can’t actually stop him and he needs to take responsibility for his own feelings and walk away. and yes that’s true! but people can understand so much that ray can’t easily let go of mew (albeit i understand a lot of it had to do with his addiction so it is different in certain ways but he’s still in love with mew so the comparison will continue to be made by me) and understand his choice of being with him when given the opportunity but can’t understand why it would be hard for sand to walk away? especially when ray is halting his attempt to be with other people and not wanting to let him walk away? yes ray can’t actually force him to stay with him and not move on and sand has to take responsibility for his feelings but sand’s in love with ray. obviously him coming back to him and trying to ruin his hook ups will just make it harder for him to let go of ray. and sand is a caring person who wants to help ray who he knows is struggling which will make it even harder.

so yeah sand needs to take responsibility but ray needs to take responsibility and LEAVE sand alone - bringing me to my next point. i think a lot of it has to do with expecting/wanting more from sand because we don’t expect anything less than ray being absolute shit to sand. like people focus all their energy into expecting better from sand because we don’t expect it at all from ray. and hey i still don’t expect anything good from ray towards sand not after last episode and ESPECIALLY not after that preview but i’ve decided to take it easier on sand from now on.

[heartzfromel]

Rio x fem!reader (fluff and/or hurt comfort plz)

not good enough || rio vidal x fem!reader

summary; you meet your love again after one hundred years

warnings; agatha all along ep 7 spoilers, canon character death, reader has a small injury, kissing, pining, reader and rio are both kinda idiots, rio and reader are both touchy w each other, main story set after first witches road trial, rio and agatha are not romantically involved

rio vidal had been the only constant friend you’d had in your whole life, but your situation was quite complicated. you were a centuries old witch and, whist technically she was too, she was also death personified, meaning she had a lot of work to do. your friend wasn’t around much, leaving you alone a lot. sometimes you wouldn’t see her for sixty or seventy years at a time. this time, it had been a lot longer than that. that fact tended to leave a pit in your stomach, especially considering your last interaction.

1924

you were sitting in your cabin, your best friend lying next to you, the pair of you giggling into the night, until you were both facing each other. it was very clear that the energy had shifted from lighthearted fun, to something else entirely. in all honesty, it sort of made you feel uneasy, but then again everything rio ever did brought up that feeling. it made most people withdraw from her company, but it only intrigued you more.

currently, her eyes were fixed on yours. you held her gaze. it was clear she was fighting with herself internally to keep her eyes off of your lips, but after a few moments of tension-filled silence, she gave in, her eyes darting to your cherry red lips for only a split second, before you licked them and her eyes darted back up to meet yours once again. it was now that you had realised the position that you had been laying in, your hand lazily on her waist whilst hers rested on top wearily. you moved your hand up, with an uncertain energy, as if one wrong move would ruin what was happening. you moved your hand up to her neck, rubbing it gently, and then up to her face as you caressed it gently. her hand has moved more confidently on to your waist, as she squeezed it lightly. you had hoped she hadn’t caught your breath hitch, but the ghost of a smirk on her face told you that she absolutely had. you could feel her breath, hot and shaky on your face. your hand moved to play with her hair, and with a final burst of confidence, you leaned in to kiss her. just as your lips met hers, you were apart again. she moved her hands from you quickly and jolted to sit up in bed. you looked at her again, but the expression on her face was not one you were familiar with.

“rio, i’m sorry-“ you began. what had you just done?

“i have to go.” she whispered, and just like that it was almost as if she were never there.

2026

it was today that your lovely acquaintance, agatha harkness, had decided to make herself your problem as she practically forced you down the witches road. you didn’t really know why you’d shown up, considering the last time you walked the road together she almost you you slashed into a million pieces, but you went along anyway. when you arrived at her extremely un-agatha like house, you were met with a ragtag group of witches and one random lady that you were sure that the rest of the coven had also noticed. unfortunately the woman had passed away during your first trial, and you were left angrier at agatha than you were before, because she could’ve got you all killed by not drinking that wine. you were ready to force it down her throat at one point.

one of the witches, a tall woman dressed head to toe in pink, had suggested summoning a green witch to the road, since they didn’t actually have one. none of you seemed against the idea, and so that’s exactly what you did. had you known what was going to happen mere moments later, you’d have an entirely different opinion.

agatha’s coven all stood still anticipating the arrival of the new green witch, you were a bit less interested, just wanting to leave, and so were not fully paying attention until a single hand shot up from under the ground. a hand that, embarrassingly, you still recognised. the pit that formed in your stomach was one you’d never felt, and it got so much worse when her full figure came into view. she hadn’t aged a day, well she had, she’s aged over a hundred years, but she still looked exactly the same as she did that night in the cabin. as she introduced herself, you hid yourself from view behind the lady dressed in pink, jen, who you’d decided was the only tolerable one here, but it was no use. she had seen you.

“y/n…” she smirked. this earned looks from the whole coven, considering her dramatic entrance.

“i have to go.”

you felt ill as you turned your heel and walked swiftly in the other direction. “maybe this is my trial?” you thought hopefully, praying that you’d turn around and the coven would all be dressed in hideous outfits that the road had picked out for them, but no, when you turned around, you were met by the hypnotic gaze of rio.

“y/n…” she began, “been a while.”

“don’t.” you snapped, “don’t even try.”

“what’s the problem?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“what’s the problem? rio its been over a hundred years.” you spat, malice dripping from your tone. she seemed to enjoy it.

“i’ve been… busy.” she replied playfully.

you didn’t respond.

carefully, she waded over to you, placing a hand on your lower back and using the other to grab your face to look at her.

not breaking eye contact, she brought her hand down to your collarbone, dragging her fingertips along a gash that you’d received from broken glass in the trial. you shuddered at the coldness of her touch. it brought you back to that night, because the only time you’d ever felt her heat up, was when your hand was on her face in the cabin.

her eyes met yours once again and she smiled gently, the same smile she’d smiled all those years ago, before leaning into you.

“rio.” you mumbled, stopping her. you looked up at her with conflicted eyes.

“come on,” she whispered, “look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing for me.”

“well clearly that’s not the case, rio, is it?” you spat, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill.

“so what’s the problem?” she asked, both hands now on your face.

“you shut me down the last time, remember?” you spoke, trying your best to drill into her head what she had done to you. “and then you think if you show up here a hundred years later and give me a kiss it’s all gonna be okay?”

“do you know why i left that night?” she whispered, dragging a cold hand into your hair, your eyes threatening to close at her action.

“oh, please, lady death, enlighten me! why did you leave me for a hundred years?” you asked, sarcasm lacing your tone. you caught her slight demeanor change at the use of her title, but it faded quickly.

“i was scared.”

and you couldn’t help but let yourself laugh humourlessly in her face.

“of what, rio, tell me what you were so scared of.”

“that i was’t good enough for you.” she replied, talking to the floor.

“don’t, you’ll set me off again.” wiping tears of laughter from your flushed cheeks.

she didn’t say anything.

“oh.” was all you could muster, “you’re serious?”

she could only nod.

subconsciously your hands wrapped around her waist, before they traveled up to her face.

“well you’re wrong.” you whispered, as she leaned into your touch.

“am i?” she asked, being more serious than you’d ever saw her.

“please, trust me, you’re the only one good enough for me, rio.” you replied, eyes never leaving hers.

“is that right?” she smirked, her confident demeanour reappearing.

“would i have said it if it wasn’t?” you smiled.

“so are you gonna let me kiss you now, or…” rio smirked, one hand grabbing at your waist, the other fidgeting with a strand of your hair.

“come here, you idiot.” you giggled, as you pulled her closer to you, and she grabbed your face to close the gap between you. kissing rio was a difficult feeling to describe, the best way you could would be to say that it’d be the same feeling you’d experience if you set foot in antarctica with no jacket, but it didn’t bother you, as long as you could do this again.

[coconut530]

🤍❤️💙💚🩵 (~) Sep. 16, 2016 -> Sep. 17, 2023