#idiling somewhere

[saintanhedonia]

are you proud of me babe?

are you proud of me boy?

are you proud of me baby?

[loremonster]

Btw ALL CRAFTS BENIFIT FROM INCREASING YOUR UNDERSTANDING OF MECHANICAL FORCES AND THE SHAPES OF ENGINEERING.

I grew up with my maternal grandparents visiting every summer with their trailer attatched ( heavy duty, biiig truck needed, deseil, associate the smell with their visits to this day, and the characteristic sound of the idiling engine ) and working with my Engineer ( Computer Science + UI Design, Electrical, HVAC, Boiler operation and troubleshooting, specialization in retrofitting old buildings with large multifloor airflow systems with minimal disturbance to the original structure, later trained to supervise new construction + oversee and assist in the labor of installation on site ) Dad to plan, construct, and install home and barnyard improvements / modifications / upgrades.

Not only were the blocks I played with from age 6 months to 14 years old made from scrap wood with the edges sanded off to make em kiddo safe, I was often Around as Dad and Grandpa were drawing on grid paper, discussing weight distribution, load bearing beams, when a box support is needed, how the square design of a box support is modified and how measurements on paper became the pieces that made a whole heckin chicken coop in one summer. As I got older I was trusted to read off those measurements so no one had to come down off a ladder to check things, and read the tape measure from the bottom and call out appropriate adjustments before a trim line is drawn. Dad goes down, Grandpa goes up, he checks the measurement again and makes his own mark. If they match, they cut. If they don't, they discuss how they made the measurement to troubleshoot why they got different results, and then we did it again to ensure understanding had been reached.

Measure until its consistant, accept human error, accept it happens All The Time, and check things until You Are Certain. THEN trim material.

A similar addage is learned in sewing; measure twice, cut once.

Mathamatics teaches guess and check, a handy principal in fibercrafts of all kinds.

Those scrap blocks I mentioned? Taught me about mechanical forces like gravity, friction, weight distribution across multiple shapes and which shapes built up best without falling over or bracing; all principals I applied later not only in crafting DIY stuff around the house but also within my artistic practice when imagining and arting locations, clothing, and people.

A lot of practical knowledge gets locked behind the barrier of Theoretical Physics ( i.e when its just numbers on paper Theorizing On How A Thing May Work In Real Space ) before an institution will let ya get your brain onto some real instruction. But there's a lotta things you can do to learn these things in your own home, and most are forms of play or creative hobbies.

Near everything you do with your body and brain together benifits both, in skill and theorizing on future intentions as they go from an idea to something others can SEE and sometimes even HOLD IN THEIR HANDS.

I still firmly beleive the ability to idiate upon something until one figures out How To Show It To Someone Else is truely the closest humans get to Actual Magic, and exists somewhere within everything people make or actuate with their physical person. And I think that undefinable Magic is what we call Art. The Arts. Crafting, creative, visual, audio, narrative, culinary, woodworks, masonry, smithing, fiberworks, fabrics, tailoring, and more than I even know to name because the catagory of Things People Imagine And Then Make Real is PRETTY FREAKIN WIDE.

These things are not sperate from the "hard" bodies of study and practice, math used to be considered magical and esoteric, and only became respectable when Accurate Measurement caused less people to die at the Apothocary, birthing the More Respectable Alchemist, and later into just Chemist-- all based on Math; an imagined system applied to the real world, bounded on proven precepts that are applied over and over and over to LITERALLY ANYTHING we can try it on to see If It Still Tracks Or We Missed Something-- thus why Gravity Is A Theory, and why Theory is one of the strongest words in scientific study, physics, and so on; it means It has Survived Years Of Genuine And Strenious Testing, Found Every Way It Was Wrong, And Continue Tweaking And Testing And CALIBRATING Our Imagined Incraments To Measure The World And Think More Accurately About Future Intentions.

Like the practice of all crafts and arts.

I guess this is Art Theory now? 🤷🏼

[cushfuddled]

Concept: Jon wakes up post-200 in a world where the archives don’t exist, Tim and Sasha are alive, and he and Martin work with everyone at a coffee shop or something. It’s way too perfect to be true, so Jon accepts that he’s in one of those as-you’re-dying dream states and pledges to enjoy it while it lasts/until his consciousness fades. 

He spends maybe three weeks playing along with this dream world, quietly shattering at the bittersweetness of it all, until Martin has a full-on breakdown in front of him like, “I can’t do this anymore!” And Jon finds out Martin has been thinking the same thing, playing along with this idilic scene that he believes is all in his head...and the two realize it’s all fucking real. They’ve been tearfully avoiding each other for weeks believing each other to be hallucinations, but they really made it somewhere else and they really work at a fucking coffee shop with their would-be dead coworkers.

[disisphlebotinum]

Ada Masali - Episode 4

GITME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I forgot it ended this way!!!! JUST FREAKING KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was so mean show!

Idil is very pretty, but needs to be given something better to do before she turns into a waste of single emotion.

I kind of just want the show to be about Idil and Hakan getting together while Poyraz and Haziran make out in the background.

I HATE THEM (poyhaz) SO MUCH!

A bit of common sense would convince Haziran to come clean to Poyraz herself, but I understand that common sense don’t fill 3 hour episodes.

This idiot is mourning a relationship they ain’t even had yet! Like Haziran is going to leave the island in the morning.

I hate that I kind of agree with Idil that Poyraz is being a little unfair. Like, on paper it did seem like she was looking out for him. Maybe I just don’t give him enough credit for already being informed of her plans for their future. Like, the girl believes they are going to get married some day and he doesn’t even look at her when she speaks.

Are we going to get scenes of them cooking for each other? I want that.

I forgot Zeynep was a character on the show.

That dude is literally fighting is own body to keep his hands off her.

It’s almost too intimate watching them eye fuck like that.

My poor dude. His face when she said she wouldn’t be there forever.

I do love Poyraz more and more every episode. We get a new little piece of his personality every time. I think we found his humor.

I still want to live on this island. It gives me the feels of Stars Hollow or Blue Bell.

I love how much her being on his phone annoys him. I want more people like that in my life. I would never chose to be present without being yelled at for a few minutes.

I love how quickly he clocked that she was stressed. MY DUDE PAYS ATTENTION! To be fair, he only looks at her or his feet.

Another great thing about Poyraz, he isn’t aggressive with his demands. It never feels like he just throwing his masculinity around.

Arguing shouldn’t feel like foreplay!

I’m kind of liking Idil more in this episode. I kind of feel bad for her? This ain’t going to last is it?

Don’t care if it’s bad/wrong/immoral. I enjoy Poyraz kidnapping Haziran. Stick her on the boat and never look bad, bud.

The Gorkem scenes are not as funny as the writers think they are.

Well that ended quickly. It’s hard to feel bad for Idil when she’s threatening a child.

Poyraz looked like he was falling deeper in real time while trying to get her off that damn boat.

Doesn’t he still have the bracelet she’s talking about?

THAT CHILD IS THE SMARTEST PERSON ON THE ISLAND!

Did he take her on the boat just to pull up somewhere and go fishing?! Did I miss something?

Awwwww… Haziran caught a fish and it was super cute.

How am I not supposed to be obsessed with Poyraz now that he’s making jokes?! Where has he been hiding those?!?

Hakan can stay just for him bullying Idil every time Poyraz and Haziran’s names come up. It shouldn’t be funny, but like it’s been 4 episodes which is 12 hours, we need to move on.

Damn he looked like he was about to cry telling her that some day she’ll go back to the city.

Two people cuddling should NOT be this compelling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He got a little smirk to his smile when she said she was nervous to wake up alone. That was way too fucking adorable.

Poyraz looks like someone is telling him they are taking one of his limps every time it comes up that Haziran might have stuff to do elsewhere in the world.

The poor boy telling his grandma about his feelings…

THEY ARE SO STUPID!

EVERYONE IS STUPID!

People are supposed to talk two inches from each other’s faces.

Can grandma wake up and claim her granddaughter?!

I HATE YOU BOTH SO MUCH!

Handshakes aren’t supposed to be sexual.

RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!

GITME!

[velvetthunder1999]

All the time on Earth

Part 23 - Free

Summary: George and Fred welcomes you home for the summer, but when you return to your house with the twins something horrifying is waiting for you

Warnings: Death

Word count: 3.3K

George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist

Great anticipation took over you as you walked back to the muggle word at King’s Cross station. You haven’t seen George in ages. Even if the crystal had been glowing on your neck from time to time, the last couple of weeks were just horrible without him. To be honest, you missed Fred, too. You missed them both so much.

Ginny pointed and a sudden wave caught your eye a bit further away. You grinned like a maniac and fastened your steps, pulling your trunk behind you. When you were just a few meters away you broke into a run and soon abandoned your trunk completely to jump into George’s welcoming arms.

“I can’t believe I’m finally here!” you shrieked happily as he lifted you from your feet and spun you around.

“How was the journey?” he said, putting you down and kissing you on the cheek.

“Long,” you said. “Hey, Fred.”

You let go of George and hugged his twin, who looked just as happy to see you.

“Y/N, how’s everything?”

“Great. Why… Why are all these people there?”

“We were just having a word with Harry’s aunt and uncle,” said Mrs Weasley as she hugged you as well. Mr Weasley smiled at your from next to his wife.

“Y/N, always good to see you.”

“You too, Mr Weasley.”

“All right, Fred, George, don’t forget next Sunday, we’re expecting you for dinner.”

“Sure, mum,” said Fred, ready to leave. “Y/N, you fancy a coffee?”

“Of course,” you said. “But I thought…”

“Come now, we’ll explain everything,” said George, taking your trunk from your hand. “Bye mum!” he shouted back over his shoulder.

“Careful boys… and don’t forget Sunday!”

“Sure!” shouted back Fred, making a few muggles jump and turn towards him in suprise. Then he grinned at you and winked.

You hugged Ginny, waved goodbye to Mr and Mrs Weasley and hurried after the twins. George casually put an arm around your shoulder while Fred lead the three of you towards an exit on the left.

“So where are we going?” you asked suspiciously when you stepped into the night.

“For a coffee,” said Fred, grinning. You raised an eyebrow.

“Coffee? At night?”

“Sure, why not?” asked George with a cheeky smile.

The three of you headed down the street, away from the loud cars on the main road. Your trunk rattled extremely loudly on the empty streets. You had to be quick to keep up with the twins’ long steps.

“Sure, a coffee…” you said, continuing the conversation. “But I still need to get home in time you know.”

“Home?” said Fred, frowning. “I tought you didn’t wanna go back.”

“No, but…”

“You’re going back, after what happened last time?” said George quietly.

“I need to. If I want to move out properly I want my clothes… my stuff. I want to pack. I want to sell everything I can, and I also need to sleep somewhere until I find a place to live.”

Fred and George exchanged looks, smirking.

“Well, well, would you look at that.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“Let’s go in here,” said George suddenly, opening a door to a very old, very empty café. You sighed.

“One coffee?”

“One coffee,” they said reassuringly.

After managing to fit your trunk through the door, you sat down to the closest table next to the window. George sat next to you, and Fred opposite, ordering three coffees from the waitress who came to your table within seconds of your arrival. You were drumming with your fingers on the table, looking out at the dark street through the wet windows.

Even if you had no feelings left towards your parents, even if they meant nothing to you after the incident last summer, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. Why wouldn’t you be nervous? It wasn’t a nice, idillic thing you were about to do… Facing them was always a great difficulty… but how will they react tonight when you appear on their doorstep, asking for one last week to stay?

These thoughts were giving you anxiety. You shivered.

“Are you cold?” asked George, putting an arm around you.

“A little,” you lied.

“So,” said Fred, rubbing his hands together. “Let’s get down to business, I say!”

“Business?” you asked, more suspicious by the second. You chuckled. “What do you want from me, Fred?”

“Wait a minute,” said George, placing his hand on top of yours on the table. “First of all — How was the apparition exam, love?”

“Oh… Oh! I completely forgot about that!” it was true. There was just so many things happening in the last couple of weeks. “Yes, yes, I passed! It wasn’t that hard, really. Only two people failed, a Ravenclaw boy and a Slytherin girl who lied about her age and tried to do the test early. Shame they caught her, it was a clever move.”

“So, you have your license and everything?” asked Fred.

“Absolutely,” you said. George kissed you on the cheek proudly. Fred rolled his eyes.

“Can we have a conversation without you bothering her?” he said to George in mock offence. George grinned.

“Shut up, Fred.”

“Anyway,” continued Fred, looking at you, “did Ginny tell you what happened to Sirius?”

“Yeah…” you said, sadness in your heart. “I guess the Order told you?”

“They did,” nodded George. “And the paper was all about You-Know-You as well. After his appearance at the Ministry…”

“Which reminds me of our conversation,” interrupted Fred. “Y/N, you know we care about you dearly, right?”

You snorted.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve figured that out by now.”

“Great. So you know that now that the big evil guy is back…” started Fred.

“We cannot let you run around on your own…” continued George.

“— which is why we’ve decided —”

“— to move you in to our place.”

You looked at them, confused. They were surely joking.

“What?”

“How about that, eh? Move in with us for the summer, you can go back to Hogwarts the next term, come home for the holidays, anything you want.”

“But… What?”

The waitress appeared out of nowhere and placed three coffees on the table, then left. You were staring at yours and grabbed it rather hastily, drinking half the cup at once. You only spoke again when you finally put the cup back down onto the table with a soft clink.

“Are you… taking the piss right now?”

George chuckled and Fred shook his head with a laugh.

“That wouldn’t be nice, would it, eh?”

“I guess…” you said slowly. “But… move in… with you?”

“Of course!”

“W — why?”

Fred snorted.

“Is that a question? Look at my brother.”

You turned and just saw George admiringly gazing at you before he rearranged his face to be a bit more casual. His ears turned red, you chuckled and Fred continued.

“And, you know about me, I love having you with us… sis, ” he finished with another wink. You gave him a weak smile but were still uncertain.

“Are you telling me you have a house somewhere?”

“It’s more like a flat,” shrugged George. “Not too big but should be enough for the three of us.”

“Where?”

“Diagon Alley, of course!” he said, beaming.

“Just above the shop,” said Fred.

“So, what d’you say?” said George. You were eyeing your coffee.

“Yeah, I don’t know…”

“Why? said George. “What’s stopping you?”

“I just… I really don’t wanna live with you like some kind of… refugee.”

“We’re not fancying the idea of you going back home, either,” said Fred sternly.

“But… I’d leave after a week anyway… Find some place on my own…”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to live with us?”

“I… Still, I’d have to pay you for letting me do that!”

Fred and George locked eyes knowingly.

“We knew you’d said that,” said George, hiding his smile behind his cup and taking a sip of coffee.

“Yeah, and we’ve decided that you’d never give in. So, if you want, you can help out in the shop. That’s fun work, we’re having a laugh, everyone’s happy, end of story.”

You were staring at the two of them, the idea growing in your mind like a seed after being planted. First you thought it was ridiculous… How could you live there… But as the seconds passed, you had to admit… you liked the idea more and more.

“Even if I said yes,” you started and raised your voice immediately when Fred and George grinned happily. “I said ‘if’. I’d still need to go home, to pack at least. All I have with me are my Hogwarts robes.”

“That’s manageable,” said George.

“You think?” you said.

“Oh, everything’s manageable for my brother if it’s about you,” said Fred, teasing. George shot a sharp look at him.

“Come off it.”

You chuckled.

“All right… Then yes.”

George jerked his head back to you.

“Yes, as in…?”

“Yes, I move in with you.”

“Ha!”

George exclaimed with joy and immediately pressed his soft lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss. Fred drank his coffee pompously.

“Oh, young lovers… Maybe I’m regretting this already.”

“Shut up, Fred,” said George again, grinning.

“So, how’s it gonna go down?” you asked, holding back your excitement without much success. Fred shrugged.

“Let’s say we go there, you pack and we leave.”

“All right. When?”

“When you finish your coffee,” said Fred conversationally while looking at his watch. You nodded nervously.

“That’s all right. But I wanna be quick. I don’t want to spend more time there than is necessarry.”

“Don’t worry love,” said George with an evil grin. “We can keep your parents company while you pack.”

“Mm, maybe I should stun them while I pack…” you muttered under your breath, wondering. George snorted.

When you all finished your coffee, the twins transported your clothes to their flat so you’d have an empty trunk to pack into. Then Fred took your luggage, George took your hand and you apparated to your family home.

The house in which you grew up in stood just outside of London but still pretty close to the city. After a ten minute drive you’d reach a nice little forest and a narrow road that lead straight into a village. At the further end of the village stood the church, higher than all buildings. You lived close to the curch: just on the other side of the treeline; from the living room window you could always see the tower with the cross.

After apparating next to the church a sudden lurch of your stomach made you stumble. You felt nervous, slightly sick, and — you didn’t want to admit it, but — also scared. Last time you had been here your mother had hit you, and the memory was suddenly more painful as you were standing here, returning to the village. For the second time tonight you shuddered, but not from the cold.

“All you all right?” asked George. His low voice seemed like shouting in the quiet night.

“Yeah,” you said, not very convincingly.

“We don’t have to go in there,” he said.

“I know. Let’s go.”

You started walking, noticing that Fred was checking his wand in his pocket. You did the same. Being seventeen, you could do magic outside school now, but you were not sure wether you wanted to or not.

“Why is it so quiet?” asked George as you turned onto the dirt road between the trees.

“It’s getting late,” you said. “I don’t think there’s much of a nightlife around here.”

“Let’s hurry up,” said Fred, letting you go in front of him at the turn. Just a few steps and you would be able to see your house.

“I agree. I hope they’re asleep. Would be nice to just —”

The sentence died in your throat and you stopped in your tracks. You looked at the house, the first second wondering why was the door open in the middle of the night…? Then your glance fell on the walls and you didn’t understand why did they have a weird, strange green light on them… Then you automatically raised your head higher and higher, your eyes searching the sky above the roof… And then you saw it. Floating in the air, a skull, with a snake moving out of its mouth. The… the…

“Oh, my God,” you whispered, slowly putting one foot in front of the other.

“Y/N, wait!” George held onto your arm, wand in hand. His voice was tense and shaky. “Fred, bring dad. Now.”

“I don’t wanna leave y —”

“Go!”

“Don’t go in there…”

“We’re not, we’re walking back — Y/N, come on!”

Fred disapparted. You felt a strong hand on your arm, pulling you away, but you couldn’t move. You were staring at the Dark Mark, You-Know-Who’s mark floating above the house… your house. Your parents’ house! If it was still there that meant it had happened not a long time ago… If you hadn’t gone for that coffee…

You pulled away from George and walked steadily towards the house, wand in hand, mind clear. George ran after you, grabbing you desperately.

“No, Y/N, you can’t go in there.”

“I wanna see,” you said, but it was as though someone else was using your voice.

“No, that’s not a good idea, dad’ll be here soon, come, we need to leave — Y/N!”

You broke free and ran into the house through the open front door.

The kitchen was a mess. Broken plates, slivered shelves and cupboards… Silverware lying all over the floor, the tap torn from the fall, water leaking. You ran into the dining room, garbage and broken glass crunching under your shoes. In there, everything looked similar to the kitchen; the table split in half, pictures and photographs lying on the floor around the broken glass chandelier. The piano was thrown against the wall, its legs lying next to the door. You looked towards the living room and saw a foot on the floor.

“Y/N!” George reached the house as well and was now standing behind you. He gasped as he saw the leg of your father on the floor in the next room. He spoke hoarsly, pleading. “Don’t… don’t go.”

But you had already went. You stepped over the threshold, your eyes fixed on the dead body of your father… the dead body of the man who made your life a living hell for so many years. He was lying on his stomach, arms in weird angles, eyes glass-like, staring into nothing. In his hands he was holding a pamphlet.

Turning your head you saw your mother, too. She was fallen over an armchair, legs in the air, lying on her back. Eyes just as empty as your father’s. In her hand she was also holding a pamphlet, and now that you looked around you saw many many purple pamphlets all over the floor. You reached for one and read the title.

‘Witches are among us. We have to fight them together!’

Below that was a picture of a green skinned witch, riding a broom. To the broom a net was tied, in the net several babies and children were carried, all crying. The line read:

‘Don’t let them steal your children! We have to end their sin once and for all!’

And on the very bottom of the page you saw your parents’ names and address, encouriging anyone to come to them with trust. You felt nauseous.

“Y/N!” George stood next to you, his face paler as ever. You showed him the pamphlet with shaking hands.

“They wanted to fight us…” you said quietly. “They wanted a witch hunt… they recruited members… Death Eaters probably heard about it… Showed them some real magic…”

“GEORGE!” Mr Weasley appeared in the door with Fred. He seemed extremely disturbed. He hurried to his son and hugged him tight. “George, I told you never to go into a house that — Y/N! I… Merlin!”

He saw the bodies on the floor and stumbled. Fred was looking sick, staring at the pamphlets queasily. Mr Weasley’s voice was shaking.

“Kids… Out. Yes, go out, the Ministry is … George! Fred! Go out. All of you.”

The boys turned but you didn’t move. Mr Weasley stepped closer, his face frightened.

“Y/N… go — go with them. Please. This is not…”

“Come — Come, please!”

You felt someone pulling your arm and you started walking, glass and dried flowers crunching under your shoes on the way out as well. But this time, you didn’t see the house; you didn’t see anything at all. All that was floating in your mind was the violent purple color and the empty eyes of your parents.

You didn’t know how you felt. Shocked? Of course. Sad? You weren’t sure. They were your parents after all… But nothing more than that, really. Did they mean something to you after years and years of neglect? You didn’t know. You didn’t know anything.

A bunch of ministry workers ran past you, stepping into the house, heading towards the living room. You let them pass, stopping at the threshold. George was still pulling you by the arm, and when the ministry workers started shouting and giving orders from the living room, he lead you out into the night.

It was now completely dark outside. The absence of the green light was explained as you looked above the house and saw that the Dark Mark was already gone. As you breathed in the fresh night air, your mind seemed to clear a bit. Now you were able to think. Weirdly, the first thing you realized was that you were quite hungry.

“Come, come over here.”

A bench appeared not far from the house; how, you didn’t know. It was not there before. You sat down, George on one side, Fred on the other. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know if you wanted to say anything at all.

“Y/N?” said George while placing a lock of hair behind your ears. “Y/N, I’m so —”

“It’s okay,” you said, your voice surprisingly normal. “I’m good.”

You knew the twins exchanged looks, cause they didn’t answer for at least five seconds.

“Y/N…” started Fred. “You sure, that —”

“Yeah,” you nodded, staring at the ground but thinking clearly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Baby, I —”

“They didn’t love me after all,” you said. “I thought maybe… they were just angry and desperate… But turns out the moment they realised what I was, everything they had ever felt was gone. Remember what my mum said?”

“I…”

“She said they were no longer parents. And that I stopped existing to them the moment I embraced my… abnormality.”

You looked at the pamphlet that you were still holding. You felt disgusted.

“They wanted to punish not just me but everyone who’s like us. How could anyone hate their own child this much?”

Neither of the twins answered. You clenched your jaw.

“They were not my parents. They got what they deserved.”

You crumpled the pamphlet and threw it aside. You didn’t care what the twins thought. In this moment you didn’t care less. You looked at the house in which ministry officials were running up and down, and a tiny flicker of relief came over you. Those two lying inside were people who had always told you that you were abnormal. That you were less of a human being just because you were a witch. That you were violent and fearsome. They were people who didn’t realize that with some kindness they could’ve achieved more. They were people who were excrutiatingly evil to you.

And now those people were dead. And you were free.

And on the night your parents died, a small, tortured smile appeared on your lips.

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Supernatural finale - Let’s carry on [My opinion]

First of all, to everyone who is harassing the actors, the directors, the screenwriters or anyone who has been working on the series, shame on all of you. How dare you behave so disrespectfully, when you wouldn’t even be able to do half of what they have done?! You should be ashamed!

After my ranting, let’s carry on.

This post is containing all my emotions and my opinion on the last episode of a series that I literally grew up with and some of my history with the show. 

I started watching the series back in 2006, when I was still living in Hungary. I just turned 13 when the first episode aired with Hungarian dubbing. It was back in the stone-age or at least it feels like it. 

At that time I was a season behind since we always had to wait for the dubbing to come out or for the licenses to get approved and it was a struggle really. But then came online screening where I could finally watch the series, “kind of” up to date. God, I felt lucky. 

I remember back in the day when the first season finished, I was watching it with my mother and the cliff-hanger made me so upset. They left me waiting a whole year without knowing what would happen. And in Hungary it was over a year, because they got the licences later or the dubbing took longer, I have no idea, but it was not a pleasant feeling. 

Now that the series finished, I feel a bit empty. I am sitting here, typing down whatever I feel like, after sobbing my eyes out, but I just can’t shake the feeling that something is missing. From now on I will not be waiting impatiently for the next episode, I will not be crying for the Winchesters, I will not be falling in love with some of the so called “villains”, I will not be studying each and every word and scenario that we have seen with a magnifier just to try predicting some of things as if I was Sherlock Holmes myself. 

It’s definitely a strange feeling, but here we are, so let’s get started. 

Below the cut, you can find my opinion. I didn’t want to spoil the ending for anyone, therefore it’s best to keep things hidden. 

Enjoy!

At the very beginning of the finale having no “Carry on” playing, did make me feel pretty weird, since obviously that’s what I expected, that’s what I am used to when it comes to last episodes, but we did get what we wanted, so I can’t complain.  

With a free Winchester brothers, just having this pie scene and typical supernatural humour, it just felt so idilic and relaxed. It was both very much like Supernatural, but also very unlike it. 

(Did I predict Sam smashing the pie into Dean’s face? I called it right here on tumblr. I feel like a genius. - Just ignore me, it was an obvious move, obviously.)

I was just laughing at the humour, the easiness of the episode, it was nice to see them just being, just existing like before the whole world had gone mad. But then again, we are talking about Supernatural and it was unlike the show, because they have not given us one episode where things were just relaxing, or having barely any worries at all. It was like a warning, the quite before the storm, when you are waiting for something bad to happen. 

Well, did we get that something bad alright?! I had a slight inkling on what would happen and after Dean’s death scene, I don’t really know if I wish it didn’t happen or I’m okay with it. I feel very conflicted. I was ugly crying for the whole scene. 

I don’t know if it’s just me or it was a general feeling, but was it the longest death scenes I have ever seen? I mean it literally felt like they kept digging into me. I understand, they needed to say their parts, but I don’t appreciate sobbing for minutes straight so “thank you” for doing that to me.

On the other hand, perhaps an unpopular opinion, but for me the death scene was actually a bit long. I understand why and it was a nice moment that was kind of a “must”, where things had to be said, but for me personally it was a tad bit dragged out. I still sobbed through it, so I can’t deny that it was a very emotional moment, especially when it’s my favourite character they are killing, but tad long.

Also, I did expect Dean to go out with explosions and gunfires and all the cliche big fight, but then they couldn’t have shared that loving brotherly moment and I do understand that, however I still missed his big exit. 

When Dean appeared in heaven and it was nothing like before, people locked up separately, but instead all of them were together, curse me as much as you want, but I loved that. That’s their happy place, around loved ones, around people they love to be with. I am all for it!

But here at this point came to me, are they only together with who they were very close to? Because if we would put all of the people together, such as Jess, Sam’s new wife, Dean, John, Mary, but then also Bobby was there and the place was Harvelle's Roadhouse, meaning Jo and Ellen would be there and their family, it kind of got me confused as that’s hell of a lot of people in one place. I think I will just stick to not analysing that, because it would get messy. 

I honestly loved that while Dean was driving off with heaven version of baby and “Carry on” playing in the background, we saw Sam living a full life. Just like Bobby said, time in heaven was different. Whilst Sam was living a life he deserved, Dean was barely apart from his brother for long. It was certainly a part that I very much appreciated, because we started with two brothers and I needed it to be brought back to that, for them to be side by side once again. 

“It’s okay, you can go now.” - When Sam’s son, Dean said that to an old, dying Sam, I think that was a genius part to bring back and I felt that was just the right thing to say. (Old Sam’s make up and ageing was not the best, but we can let it slide for now.)

However, I was missing the feel of the emotions while we watched Sam’s life in a montage. I feel like it was needed like this, not to waste too much time on it and having different times between earth and heaven, also because of pandemic restrictions, but it could have been better, more showing than telling if the actual 2 hours was about the brothers, not just 1 hour. 

I feel like they wanted to show us a happy ending even though both of them died, but Sam actually had to go through all the grieving and pain to rebuild his life and we missed that. Of course, it’s just my sole opinion, we can all have different opinions and I do understand that the pandemic did restrain the amount of people they could bring (back) for a grand finale, but for me it was a bit rushed.

In the end, the show ended with the two brothers, just like it started before, and whilst I did have certain parts I questioned, I basically got what I expected.

I was questioning Cas’ appearance, I personally thought he would show up in the end, but then Cas was helping Jack somewhere in the Universe and knowing he wasn’t with the empty, it gave me enough satisfaction, but once again, it was more telling, less showing. 

Overall it was an emotional episode, quite bittersweet, but I enjoyed it. 

I had disappointed moments, such as Dean’s death scene. I expected it to be more of a grand exit, more boom and guns and fire, something bigger. But then I also had satisfactory scenes, such as when the brothers met in heaven and the show ended in a way with a happy scene, a place they were together again, just being happy. 

I enjoyed this finale, even if it wasn’t perfect. I feel like with what they had they did a good job. Not the best, but certainly a good job. I don’t often cry and they made me cry so the emotions were there. I got my happy ending with the brothers being together and it was a nice, bittersweet ending to a 15 years old series. I’m quite satisfied in the end. 

After so many years, I would like to just thank all the actors, producers, directors, screenwriters, stuntmen and everyone who worked on the movie till the last personal assistants and make up artists, they have done an amazing job and created a world we have treasured for years and we will keep loving the series for as long as we can.

Thank you to all the fans, the fandom and everyone who is part of the Supernatural family in any way.

[msexplorer]

I WELCOME NEW ENERGY INTO MY LIFE!

Your peace and happiness is more important than driving yourself crazy trying to understand why something happened the way it did. One of the major setbacks we experience is being stuck somewhere mentally, that we're no longer physically. Constantly playing that "could have, should have, would have" scenario in our minds, only hinders us from real solutions and inner peace.

Let the past go:

The more we try to hold on to people and situations from the past, we limit our growth and prevent new energy from entering our lives. Think about this, you were okay before you met that person, you were fine before that thing happened to you, so why do you think you can't live without it now? Well, the thing about our mind is that once we experience something, our energy tunes into it. We can easily get consumed by it, when we're not aware that we can redirect our thoughts. What most people don't realize, is that you have the ability to reconnect, recreate, and re-energize ourselves to tune into the present, rather then being driven crazy by the past.

Newness:

As creatures of habit, we limit ourselves to the small scope of reality we know, when in fact our potential is endless. Each time you choose to be stuck in the past or allow your inner peace to shaken, you lose potential energy that you can use to make a change in your life today. Once we free up our energy from going towards negative thoughts, fear, or the past, we become open to new experiences and lose the idea of attachment. Life is meant to flow freely, so be open to change constantly.

It's your time:

It's time to get back in tune with yourself. Your mind, your thoughts and your feelings all belong to you. You choose every single day where you want to direct it. It's unfortunate that most choose to pour all that precious energy into their past; not realizing how much life has to offer in this moment. Taking back your power means being aware of where you stand in this vast universe. Know that you're not defined by one mistake. You’re not who you were. You’re not what people think about you. You are free.

- Idil Ahmed

[ellebabywrites]

Judas Kiss 7 - Mark Lee (Preview)

Type : Series // Angst // Fluff // Future Smut // Gang!au

Word Count : —-

Author Note : Just a taste of what I’m working on ! This is before editing so things might get cleaned up, but basically this whole diner scene is about to be so fucking cute omfg ... 😭

“You’ll Go to Paris one day; I’ll go with you,” Mark insists, “We’re going to Paris and we’re spending a whole weekend at Disneyland, going on every ride twice and eating as much junk food as we want! We can have croissants for breakfast and drink coffee out of those tiny ceramic cups; we’ll take those cheesy tourist photos at the Eiffel Tower and that huge pyramid thing...”

“..The Louvre,” you correct him, the smile on your face growing with every second as Mark describes your perfect future, taking your mind away from all the chaos and pain of the now, instead making a home somewhere new in your imagination, with him.

“Yes the Louvre,” he says, eyes sparkling as he watches you full of hope and wonder while he lays out this idilic world in front of you. The love he feels for you is electric and right now there is nothing he wants more on this earth, than to make this dream a reality for you, to see you look like this every single day.

“I promise you, we will get there” he’s so sincere and he hopes you can tell because somehow in all this darkness, you found a light in each other and neither one of you was ready to let that go.

[piquira]

she stayed in his country through the struggles with the government with taxes and all, all the opposition she was shown by anyone she still stayed the paparazzi outside their door or harassing them at times she stayed through that instead of moving somewhere else where she felt more secure. I wonder if they ever got in arguments about it or anything but it seems she was just so grateful to have him and her family (kids) that she put up with it all bless her

I'm sure behind closed doors it wasn't all idilic. I don't buy that Shakira is all submissive and willing to put up with everything just because she's in love. She obviously has put up with a lot with him, but i'm sure she argued and spoke up in favor of things she wanted to change. I remember once she mentioned in an interview how Colombians and Catalans both seem to have a strong temper, and she kind of suggested that her and Pique got into heated arguments.

[saintanhedonia]

felt it coming off me, losing grip of his arm

[lokbobpop]

Cabin

mid-14c., "small house or habitation," especially one rudely constructed, from Old French cabane "hut, cottage, small house," from Old Provençal cabana, from Late Latin capanna "hut" (source also of Spanish cabana, Italian capanna); a word of doubtful origin.

1 : a small simple dwelling usually having only one story a log cabin. 2 : a private room on a ship. 3 : a place below deck on a small boat for passengers or crew. 4 : a part of an airplane for cargo, crew, or passengers

Cabin cab in ca bin

Writing the word cabin

Log cabin comes to mind somewhere i Europe Switzerland maybe never been but i think of this area a log cabin and ski area

Reading the word cabin

Ive lived in a cabin in wa it was small but ok very cold and id have the hearing on all night. I like the feel of cabins the smell of the wood.

That your in the mountain amongst the snow idillic comes up but maybe very boring after a few days.

When theres so much wood/timber inside and out it feels to much for me its like its over powering and i start thinking about the poor trees it took to build the place but whatever you build a place with your using something be it timber clay bricks etc

Cabin fever comes up like to much time locked i think id get that in a cold climate sort of place.

Cabin out loud

Id like to build cabins on the land to rent for extra cash

You dont see many cabin houses in uk i know of one person that lived in one.

Sf

Does this definition support me well nothing much comes up that its cold and you’d have enough after a while but the the polarity of yes they would be great on the land.

Cabin cave men

Cabin

A timber house or prefabricated home

How will i live this word ? I will live this word with of maybe good for us to live in one day sell the house and live cheaply.

[mattsphotoma]

Alexander Mqueen SS17 by Jamie Hawksworth

where is the eye instantly drawn - the punctum?

My eye is drawn to the blurred dress flowing in the wind on the left image. However what makes these images different is the emptiness of the space around the model and the curving lines the sand dunes draw across frame

Who are the subjects? How old are the models?

The model is young and female. Her name is Vittoria Ceretti and she would have been 17 or 18 at the time of shooting. And 18 at the time it was published

Who are the photographer and stylist?

The photographer is Jamie Hawksworth, a British documentary and occasional fashion photographer

Is there a control dynamic?

There is no obvious control but if we think about the white dress which are usually associated with marriage, some might consider it a loss of control for women, since marriage comes from an idea of ownership. That’s possibly a bit of a stretch though

What is the narrative?

The only narrative I can see a kind of “day at the beach” as the dress the model is wearing a thin dress that could be an overdress that is worn over a swimming costume or bikini

What does the image invite the viewer to imagine? What thoughts are provoked? What atmosphere does the image evoke?

The isolation of the model and the sunset suggests long summer nights, days at the beach and idillic sand dune landscapes

Are the subjects showing emotions, if so what are they?

The model is completely void of emotion

What are the underlying themes?

Themes are very summery, the model’s isolation makes her seem more lonely than independent, I think the reason for that is her facial expression and stance. If anything she looks a little scared. 

There is also a hint of run-away bride about this image, again because of the hint of wide-eyed fear in the model’s face and the fact that she’s wearing a long white dress

Are the models sexualised, and how much so?

The model is not overtly sexualised here, she isn’t wearing a bra and the shape of her body is easily visible through her transparent dress however in this case I do not think Hawkesworth was attempting to sexualise her. For images like this I believe that sexualisation is in the eye of the beholder, there is no overt sexualisation and I don’t think fashion photography has to be completely void of the female form for it not to be sexualising. 

What product is being sold?

 The product is the dress. The images fit into a series with a narrative that feature other clothes from Alexander Mcqueen’s Spring Summer 2017 collection

How does the image connect with the product and the situation the viewer is invited to imagine?

This is a summery scene, one that a lot of people fondly remember and look forward to, seemingly endless summer evenings with vibrant sunsets and a warm breeze. Having the model wearing the dress in that scene relates the dress to that feeling.

Who is the image aimed at?

Young women, especially ones going somewhere hot in the summer

Are the women subjects active or passive?

This model is passive in my opinion, she isn’t going anywhere or expressing any clear emotion. She is isolated but not independent

Are there any gender stereotypes in the image, or any active opposition to them?

The model is slim and young, with long flowing hair and dewy skin. She is a stereotypical fashion model and an unrealistic ideal for most women. 

[walking2mordor]

My idillic life right now is living with the person I love going to concerts all the time and getting drunk trying to stumble home together look after each other in the morning living somewhere near town it doesnt have to be fancy so long as it has what we need maybe we will meet in the city on our work breaks for coffee because we are best friends as much as we are partners we'll have sex a lot and wear hardly anything around the house i'll smoke out of the window so nothing stains and you dont have to stop playing guitar when I'm talking to you we know our future is going to be together so we don't have to feel any pressure to plan it you can save up for your motorbikes while we both work as whatever we need to and pursue whatever interests us as much as possible just living our lives as indulgently as we can being as happy as we can be in Brighton near our friends not too far from our families it would be nice to have a pet but really so long as there is us that is the only thing that matters at all

[thevintagejesus]

@marianaxrg posted this beautiful photo ❤️ these churches ⛪ so little and so inspiring and gorgeous • • • #mexique #jadore #laplus #belle #church #photo #mexican #vintage #repost #etsy #colors #idillic #sublime #simple #thesimplelife #sogorg #style #somewhere #ideas #boho https://www.instagram.com/p/BrOlc0blKDI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=49naob8y5o7e

[nomadmanifesto]

i don’t know how to say this- i don’t know if there are words enough for this loss, if there is a language wide enough to this truth.

there are big things and little things. 

today was a good day. i spent the day staffing an emergency cold weather shelter. i made new friends and listened to some hard stories. (it is only in writing this that i wonder if this is part of why my evening has been so difficult...)

you know i’ve wondered for a long time about moving? about going somewhere, anywhere else? but i didn’t know how to leave my family. these days i can’t find solid footing anywhere in this house. i can’t find my place in this family that i have been a part of my entire life. i feel like i’ve lost my place on this team.

i don’t know how to explain it.

there’s such little literature written about sibling loss. there’s a book heather sent me a few years ago called ‘the empty room,’ but besides a few books there’s nothing. i wonder why. it’s a different kind of grief. you lose a past, a present, an imagined future.

let me try and explain something: it was always just ayan and me. the boys were best friends, my parents had each other, and idil, the middle sister, fit in anywhere she went, she flitted between the boys and girls.

this house feels too big without ayan. i used to call her on my way home when i would be out and she would keep me company on the phone. and i would come home and it would always feel like someone was waiting for me. i never doubted my place here. but sometimes i’ll come home with stories to share, and no one to listen to me. the girls will be in their room with the door closed, my parents asleep, the boys playing some sort of video game in the garage. and i will feel alone in this house full of people, i will feel like everyone is on the other side of a closed door and i am on one side and i am always by myself. it feels like the lines have been redrawn.

i wanted to leave, and now i think that if i did, there is not much i would leave behind, there are not many that would miss me.

and then i get so upset with myself for being so dramatic over what is probably not a big deal. i wish i could just breathe and ask for what i need, but that is so hard. i don’t know what i want. when someone asks me how i am doing i deflate, i collapse in on myself like all the air has been let out of me. it is so intense, grief is, it is so prolonged. i want to hide from it, but i am afraid that no matter where i go it will find me. the question is how to be nowhere at all?

[msexplorer]

Speak it! You are already there. So much good is coming your way and into your life right now. Clarity, insight, abundance, breakthroughs, love, awareness, guidance, and positivity are all in your reality at this moment. It’s not somewhere distant. It’s now. Own it as truth for yourself. Start to see what’s flourishing, thriving, and blooming in your life. Look for what’s going right. There’s many things happening in your favor even when it feels like you’re up against something. What if you saw it as a breakthrough. Your mind is opening up to a greater understanding of yourself. This new insight is giving you more clarity on your mental power, perspective, and emotional intelligence. You’re learning that it’s al just a moment unfolding itself. Even the hardest times has a new beginning that follows it. Nothing bad last forever. All good is there and continuous. We just keep remembering that it has always been. This is where miracles become a natural part of your life. A constant flow because you know it’s part of life. It’s who you are. You speak it powerfully over your life as it will dissolve any resistance or negativity. Your mindset, words, and feels should always be charged with - I am a miracle - this reminds you of your truth and puts you back to focus on your abundance and expansive spirit. You are glowing light. Good is here. It’s okay. You are doing your best just how you are and this realization will bring you a greater inner peace to open your heart and mind to receive all that’s constantly being given to you. Celebrate your life today. Smile and be the source of love beaming from within.

- Idil Ahmed