I love when a gifset is epic and powerful, and then you look up the song that it’s set to and it just gets that much more epic and powerful with the music sweeping behind it. I’ve found some darn good songs from gifsets, too. This set is just wonderfully done.
I can’t decide if I want El to get her powers back in season 4, or if it would be better for her to be free of them... I mean it’d be nice to have them back, but maybe she’s safer without them...
carry your flame, carry it higher // torches - x ambassadors
Oo I love a good “happily ever after... ?” fic, and it’s even better in the form of a beautiful comic! The art is so lovely and detailed, and the emotions in the story are so complicated; I love it. I love the pretty dresses and the sweeping scenery and the strained intimacy between Rey and Kylo; it’s believably in character and I like how it’s asking what the best solution that could come out of everything would even be.
leave (someone) trapped and alone in an inaccessible place.
A Reylo story
(Part 1) - (Part 2) - (Epilogue 23rd of November)
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Wow, Mars!? I know that’s kind of bad but it’s also kind of awesome.
We live a mile south of the MN/IA border (we live in Iowa but the nearest town is in Minnesota, just 6 miles north), and this is not my first -20F day. It’s a funny thing, stepping outside when it’s this cold; I find it feels as though it’s wet, not because of any moisture, but just because it’s so cold that my body reads it as wet from the drastic temperature drop.
But, back to that exciting part about Mars.
I’ve often compared putting on all the pieces of my winter gear to putting on a space suit, and I’m not going to lie, I sometimes go full mental role play when it’s this cold and I’m going out to feed animals in the barn. Like, I start mentally referring to the house as the exploratory base and my car as the rover and I’ll say I’m going out on a solo surface mission and whatnot; if my scarf slips off my face, I have a helmet breach, and so on. (I could probably pick more accurate scientific space terms, especially after reading the Martian, but it’s usually just in my head so I don’t typically pay too much attention to accuracy). Apparently, I never realized how semi-accurate I was actually being!
So wait, wait though. Are you actually telling me that the winter gear currently in my possession--knee-length down coat rated to ~ -20F, wool scarf, felt-lined wool mittens, wool hat, snow boots, snow pants, etc... Is what you’re saying that with the clothing I currently own, I could potentially walk around on the surface of Mars without actually needing a space suit?? I mean, I guess there are also other factors, like oxygen and pressure and things, but I’m suddenly feeling like a patched together homemade spacesuit made from the winter gear I already have and like maybe a scuba diving tank or something is way more viable than I had previously considered. It’s a good thing I don’t have any way of quickly transporting myself to Mars right now or the high level of childish space energy currently flooding me might make me foolish enough to try it.
Also I just had this moment where I thought, “it’s like I’m in space!” and then remembered that the earth actually is a planet that is in space, so, technically... I am in space. So, in conclusion, stay warm, my fellow space travellers, and may your space suits/winter gear serve you well :)
It’s 19-20 F (-7 C) whole-ass degrees at the Larsen Ice Shelf in Antartica.
Google says it’s -7 F (-22 C) in St. Paul, MN.
Congratulate it’s nearly 30 degrees warmer in antartica rn, stay toasty and be real smug about living through this.
I only have the finale episode of Wolf 359 left and I don’t know if it will have a happy ending or not and I’m a bit afraid to listen to it. I hope Eiffel makes it home to his little girl...
Beautiful moodboard, by the way. It really captures that loneliness and guilt that underlies all the space drama and humor. Or, to put it in the modern parlance, this hits me in the feels.
wolf 359 aesthetics- doug eiffel and anne garcía for @whoopsiedaisiedoo, @remembersunflowers, and @mossylog5
(requests are open)
I don’t know what it is about Geek & Sundry shows but I always end up shipping the thing that everyone else in the fandom says is meant to be purely platonic. First it was Percy and Keyleth, and now I’m having Jasper/Annabelle feels... halp.
Anyways, I’ve reblogged something on the eve of opening night for the past two shows I’ve been in, so I guess it’s a tradition now! Unlike with Frog and Toad and Almost, Maine, I didn’t happen upon something for Mamma Mia naturally, so I had to go seek this one out, but it’s very pretty and tranquil. Happy opening night eve!
Mamma Mia (2008)
Mamma mia! This means literally, my mother, but it is definitely a term that can express everything from exasperation to wonder.
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, 1.16 ‘There Goes The Neighborhood’
I guess I wasn’t alone in wanting to see the Nygmobble-family doing Christmas together <3 Aaaah they’re so cute! Their happiness is just so precious. I love the flashing lights, and all the little hats they’re wearing--Martin even has one of those little crown things like British people wear for Christmas (which I only know from the Doctor Who Christmas specials, haha). Hehe and the antlers on Ed and the little origami penguins on the tree and... ugh it’s too cute and sweet. I love it so much. I just want them to be happy and together as a family, and whether or not it turns out that way in the show, I’m grateful that that future exists in the fandom.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! :D
Nygmobblepot decorating the Christmas tree it is! 🎄🎅🎁🎄
beatrice 6 + 10 thx!
When Violet is born, she’s so perfect and fragile that Beatrice is petrified of her. How can she have been responsible for this soft, unblemished little creature? This creature that needs her - really needs her. And grows up to be so sweet and solemn and clever. Violet doesn’t care what her classmates think of her. This trait amazes Beatrice, she’s enthralled with it. Violet is happy to sit with her mother in the library and look at blueprints quietly for hours, grinning at her when Beatrice brings her green tea. Violet makes her bold enough to start a family.
Klaus is more emotional and excitable, and a grizzlier baby, too. He won’t feed as easily as Violet did, but Beatrice relishes the banality of the challenge. The mundanity of these sleepless nights, the safety of a grumpy baby, it comforts her. Bertrand is better at settling Klaus than she is, and for once, that doesn’t feel like inadequacy. He needs glasses by the time he’s four and he’s got so much to say. Her little conversationalist.
Sunny is still so new, happy and gummy and teething. Surprisingly cheerful, for a teething baby. She doesn’t whine, just chomps on Beatrice’s finger. Rejects the baby food Beatrice lovingly made for her elder two but adores the wooden teething peg that Bertrand whittles her. She crawls so fast that her mother has to skitter across the carpet to keep up with her before the crazy little perfect angel tumbles down the staircase. She’s still so afraid for her children. She never stopped being afraid for them.
The day Beatrice dies, she sent the three of them to the beach. They’ve always been good at entertaining themselves. She needed them out of the house because she’s so scared for them, and old associates visited, didn’t stay long. She’s waiting for them to return, swaning around upstairs, when Olaf slips in through the unlocked front door. He doesn’t make a sound as he pours out lighter fluid, fumbles with his box of matches. If Beatrice had seen it, she would have been impressed at how quiet this loud, brash man, this boy of hers, could manage to be. Given the right motivation.
She only sees him later, the figure of him, while she’s struggling in the drapery. The smoke is thick, but his tall silhouette is unmistakable. How rude of him, not to even come to say hello, before he did this, finally. It outrages her, the indecency of it. Does the past mean nothing to him? Could he not have throttled her to death, to make it personal? Right for them, befitting of their history. Olaf sets fires when he’s angry with people who have hurt him. Beatrice isn’t just people, is she?
Then everything is dimmer and easier, and breathing seems to matter less.
I can’t say I’ve ever really been in a fandom at the end of its show, either, but I feel like there will always be something here. I mean, realistically, I would guess that the fandom will go on at full strength for at least a few months to a year after The End as we all digest and respond to it. After a while, I imagine it will taper off some, but I don’t think it will ever go away entirely. I suppose it varies from fandom to fandom, but there are plenty of old fandoms out there that keep lingering around. After all, when you love something hard enough to go full fandom over it, I think it will always hold a special place in your heart, and you’ll come back to it, and that will probably include a fair number of us in the fandom. I feel like the Gotham fandom is a particularly tight-knit community, from what I’ve encountered.
I feel you, though. I just binged Gotham this summer so I’m still sort of new here, too. It’s kind of weird just jumping into a fandom at the end, but, well, I guess it’s also an exciting time to be a fan? It’s so strange feeling this secondhand sadness as we watch the cast and crew say goodbye to the show a month before the end even starts for us. At least we won’t be able to binge this last season, so while I watched four years worth of Gotham in two weeks this summer, season 5 will last over two months. So there’s still a lot to look forward to, and I for one don’t plan on leaving right when it ends :)
Ive never been in a fandom to watch it end. Whats it like? Do people just kinda leave if theres no new content? I really hope not because Im pretty new to the gotham fandom and im gonna stay here after it ends so I was hoping most people wpuld do the same but again, I dont know.
Part two of this lovely photo analysis of Nygmobblepot. Also, regarding your point on 4x14 about the Riddler, I definitely agree. Ed and the Riddler are not nearly as separate as he likes to think of himself as being--and even if they were, both of them care deeply for Oswald.
@littlehollyleaf
“#we need more of Eddie being excited over Ozzie though!“
Ask and ye shall receive!
1x15
Ed’s just so excited to meet his celebrity crush.
2x09
Ed’s enthusiasm is off the charts in this iconic episode
2x11
Ed is really enjoying having someone he can play around with.
2x12
2x15
2x17
3x03
3x04
3x05
3x06
3x07
3x15
3x19
“I’m. Not. Dead.”
Even during the height of their feud, Ed gets a kick out of spending time with Oswald.
“Your death scene was very convincing”
3x20
3x21/3x22
4x14
Yeah, I’m counting Ed’s alter-ego/Riddler. It’s part of him and its emotions are real and his even if he doesn’t want to acknowledge it.
3x15
5x07
Welcome, dear traveller, to our fantastical lande shrouded in swirling violet mists. Here we study how stories shape our lives, how words weave wonders before our eyes. Here we are enamoured of love and the connections betwixt people. Here we seek daring adventures in our wild lande, delving into the unknown at every turn. But mostly, here you'll find my obsession with any number of things, like Doctor Who, the Vampire Diaries, or any number of others from the ever-shifting tide of obsessions through which I cycle. My more-used sideblog is blagueofchaos if you ever wish I posted more :) She/her, 28
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