Don’t Think This Rap Talk Means I’ve Taken My Eyes Off Of Rafah.

#my favorite ongoing series (▰˘◡˘▰)

Please!!

Friends. If you do nothing else this week, please. Please stream Lockwood and Co as much as you can. The completed viewing hours matter so much and this story deserves a season two. The fandom has grown exponentially in the last three weeks, people are loving the show and finding the books. It has more than earned that renewal but Netflix needs the numbers to authorize it.

Let’s give them no choice.

My pettiest and most tenacious gripe with supernatural is that when Lucifer is not taking a vessel but projecting his own image of himself, he should be played by Jared Padalecki. I know that for whatever mysterious reason they wanted Mark Pellegrino back but I just think this was a huge missed opportunity.

Lucifer considers Sam's body his rightful vessel, as much his own body as it ever was Sam's. In the cage he should have presented himself this way when he wasn't actively possessing Sam, and Sam's hallucinations should have been of his own cruel smirk. It's consistent with Lucifer's characterisation, his objectification of and entitlement to Sam. And it's impact on Sam would be so powerful.

After Lucifer, he avoids mirrors. Looks away from the impala's night-darkened windows lest he catch his reflection. His stomach turns at old photos of himself. He doesn't have many, but he's held onto some of his family. In one with Dean, his arm is slung easily around his brother's shoulder, both of them with beers in hand and matching smiles. It's a rare memory of peace, an image he's treasured for years, and when he looks at it now he feels panic crawling up his throat. He grits his teeth to hold back the snarl of "get away from him". He never looks at his hands any more, when he changes the car's oil or cleans the guns. He touches other people as little as possible. Everything's different. His body makes him an invader in his own life. He was born unclean, a soul tainted from the start, but now he looks into his eyes and sees a monster.

Fucking hell, I miss the wilds already

I really hate it here…

ethan hunt is actually a perfect protagonist because he’s a huge bitch, distractingly pretty, and divorced—all of which are essential—but also he kind of wants to die but god won’t let him, is in a situationship with his best friend who definitely would, is a rebecca ferguson simp, can never decide if he likes his hair long or short so he’s constantly growing it out and cutting it again, has more trauma packed into his tight little short king frame than should be possible, and is obsessed with always wearing a cute little jacket

I feel like this is an accurate representation of my current mental state

Bilbo, knowing for a fact Thorin doesn't know what flowers mean to hobbits: Can I braid some flowers in your hair?

Thorin, knowing for a fact Bilbo doesn't know what braids mean to dwarves: Oh of course, what a nice gesture of friendship.

Gandalf, a few feet away: Are they getting engaged before realizing they love each other back????

Is anyone talking about how Percy, who said he chose Annabeth for the quest because he thought she'd push him down the stairs if it meant the quest would succeed, actually did that for her instead?

Bro was literally poisoned and dying and saw how Annabeth was willing to take a stand against the literal DEMIGOD KILLER to protect him and what did he do? PUSHED BOTH ANNABETH AND GROVER DOWN THE STAIRS SO THEY COULD CARRY ON THE QUEST WITHOUT HIM!!!!!

Beautiful. Cinema at its finest! Love me some good ass parallels that develop these characters better than I ever could imagine!

I’m crying 😭😭 he trusts them so fucking much

Watching The Corkscrew Job and just ...

Eliot trusting Parker and Hardison enough to go into a situation where he's about to have no oxygen. He would hear over the comms that they're facing down henchmen who are trying to stop them. He doesn't know how long it'll take for them to get air flow happening again.

But there's an innocent person to protect and he has faith in his partners. Faith enough to willingly risk his life time and time again - not just in this instance, but all the others we see over the course of the show. Because Eliot knows that Parker and Hardison will do whatever it takes to protect him, just as he protects them.

There's just something so profound about not even having enough air to draw breath - but it doesn't matter, because you know your partners are out there, fighting to get that next breath to you. And it might take longer than expected. It might not go smoothly, hell, it might not even work at all. But it doesn't matter because your faith in these people is greater than the instincts screaming for oxygen.

Eliot can't breathe without them. But he's used to that - he's been living this way for years already. So he holds his breath and trusts.

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.