There Is A New Chrome Extension That Detects If A Video You’re Streaming Has A Strobe In It, Will Freeze

st5 byler confession scene but it goes like

mike, in awe, after realizing the truth about the painting and Will’s van speech: “you love me.”

will, freaking out but also just so, so tired of lying and dancing around it, partially panicking partially defeated: “I didn’t say that.”

Mike, in the Will Voice, with soft heart eyes: “you didn’t have to.”

because Will didn’t have to say “I love you,” to make Mike feel loved. His painting and his speech did that on their own, Will doesn’t have to say it because he’s constantly doing things to show it.

bonus points if after this, Will is wiping tears from his eyes and is both in love and in disbelief, going “this is crazy-“ and Mike interrupts his inevitable anxiety tangent by taking Will’s hands in his and looking at him lovingly and using the Will Voice again going “crazy together, right?”

reminder to:

straighten your back

go pee goddAMN IT STOP HOLDING IT

go take your meds if you need to

drink some water

go get a snack if you havent eaten in a while

maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)

reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about

maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?

Theory that Vladimir Putin and Rasputin are the same person. Putin will travel back in time to become the famous monk.

wow, I love Supernatural REAL ending

I believe in reki kyan supremacy 🛐

He's such a fucking king.

neil, andrew, matt, and kevin + pro league shenanigans

matt’s the first one to go pro (because he graduates first) and he is both extremely excited and extremely nervous

because by that point, the foxes are a UNIT and they already lost the girls and now matt is going and they know they’ll keep in touch but it’s still so scary

halfway through his first season, wymack and andrew drive the remaining foxes (neil, aaron, kevin, nicky) to surprise matt at one of his games

he finds them literally the moment he steps onto the court

out of a crowd of thousands

it probably helps that nicky and neil and aaron were screaming and waving and jumping up and down

and kevin was also featured on the big screen

matt stops the opposing team from scoring in the last second, securing victory, and in the middle of all the applause he points his racket at them

andrew and kevin are the next to sign on to a team, but they’re states apart from each other

they still find time to occasionally meet up and constantly talk on the phone

but on the court it’s all hostility

more like kevin’s hostile and andrew calmly flips him off or just puts his gloved hands over his helmet like he’s covering his ears

neil doesn’t miss a single one of their games, and abby sends the foxes photos of him watching one of kevin’s games vs one of andrew’s

kevin’s game: *pure concentration, mentally taking notes, very serious*

andrew’s game: *HEART EYES*

a video goes viral of kevin doing post game press and matt popping his head in the doorway to interrupt

“hey, kevin!!” “yes?” “just wanted to say i love you :)” 

*deep, deep sigh* “i love you, too”

that’s when the internet gets to see kevin’s Press Smile turn into his Real Smile

another video also goes viral of andrew and matt sitting on a panel together and andrew, blank faced, leans over to whisper something in matt’s ear

he almost falls over because he’s laughing so hard

the moderator is like “what did he say??” and matt’s still incoherent while andrew replies “i didn’t say anything”

neil is the #1 draft pick his senior year, and he signs to his first choice team

he’s a few hours away from andrew, so they see each other on the weekends and they’re out at that point and don’t care if people spot them together

not that they really cared beforehand, but now they have publicists and managers to answer to

there is one memorable interview where neil is asked “so, what’s the best thing about andrew?” and it’s clear they want some ~relationship gossip~

neil, who knows exactly what he’s doing: “where do i begin? he’s the best goalkeeper in the world. why? allow me to go through all of his player stats from the past 3 years-”

neil’s team is playing kevin’s and there is so much hype because they’re the top strikers in the US and they’re about to throw down

basically all the sport channels suddenly have to invest in a french translator because…they’re Shouting Very Furiously at each other

(in a cozy living room in LA, jean is cackling at the insults while jeremy demands he tell him now!! i don’t want to wait for the translations!!! kevin’s face is literally turning red!!!! TELL ME!!!!!)

afterward neil and kevin stalk over to each other and everyone collectively holds their breath for a fight but no, it’s just a “reluctant” hug

when neil and andrew face off, andrew does not allow him a single point. not one. 

some reporter: “considering he hasn’t managed to score all night, josten seems awfully happy” 

matt makes everyone play rock paper scissors with him during down times on the court (teams filing on, before leaving for halftime, etc)

one could say andrew doesn’t seem into it, but he takes off his gloves so he can move his fingers properly and it makes matt very happy

matt and neil get into full on WARS that stop the moment actual playing begins and resumes immediately when it ends

reporters like to ask them about what the victory tally is so far and they give very serious updates

kevin, who is the most competitive man alive, is torn between telling matt off for not focusing 100% and Needing To Win

he does both, but mostly the last one

their teams play each other at the championships, and at the end they’re like ok kevin won exy BUT who will win rock paper scissors????

matt uses scissors when kevin throws paper and kevin, from the other end of the court, screams “NO” and then keels over

the clip of matt kneeling by him, cry-laughing and trying to pet his hair while kevin bats him away, gets a 2 minute “here’s some positivity” segment on the evening news

at the end of the day, the boys have nothing but good things to say about each other, and they will absolutely destroy reporters to defend their friends’ honor 

Some soft fanart of Todoroki because I love him. He’s looking at the stars ✨

CALEB MCLAUGHLIN NOT GETTING A SATURN NOMINATION IS THE THING THAT ACTUALLY IS MY VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY.

IM ABOUT TO GET VIOLENT.

DONT GET ME WRONG I LIKE EDDIE/JOSEPH BUT HIM GETTING A NOMINATION AND NOT CALEB IS CRIMINAL.

I’m actually so pissed that Caleb wasn’t nominated. He is CONSTANTLY snubbed despite always giving outstanding performances. The double standards are so clear it’s disgusting

“Hello, Dean,”

“Cas,”

Silence.

“It’s been a while,”

“Yes,”

“Care to enlighten me?”

“Dean, I-“

“Cuz that was one hell of a ‘goodbye’ you gave me back there, y’know,”

Cas doesn’t know what to say.

“Oh, so, now you’re speechless, huh,” Dean shakes his head in disbelief, “You can’t just - just SAY stuff like that and then fuck off into the ether without giving a guy a chance to PROCESS, Cas, okay?? You just don’t do it,”

“I appreciate it’s not the done thing, Dean, it was not my intention, believe me, it just spilled out of me-“

“Oh, I’m aware of the spilling. Me and the spillage: WELL acquainted,”

Castiel sighs, his expression pained.

“Dean, please do not make light of this. I will not apologise for what I said or how I feel-“

“Hey, hey, whoa, hey. Who the hell is making light here? Cuz I sure as hell ain’t. And you are not hearing me, man, what you said was not - you just DISAPPEARED. You were GONE - that was a dick move, Cas, and you know it.”

Dean takes a second to pace, hands on his hips, shaking his head. Cas can only watch as Dean works through the thoughts flying around his head.

“There are consequences, y’know? Repercussions. You can’t just tap out, you’ve gotta face the music-“

“Dean. Are you still talking to me?”

Dean whips his head around.

“Well, of course I’m talking to you, who else would I be talking to?”

“Well, I’m not sure, but it did sound an awful lot like you were talking to yourself.”

Dean just stands there, hands on his hips, nodding lightly, letting Cas’ words sink in. The question had been rhetorical of course, but then again, Cas had never fully grasped the concept.

“I would know,” Cas says.

The implications of Cas’ words wash over Dean.

Castiel. Angel of the Lord, ever present, ever watching.

“I’ll always watch over you, Dean Winchester,” Cas says, as if finishing Dean’s thought.

Cas studies Dean’s face, contemplative and serious.

“I should’ve known,” Cas breathes out a soft laugh and shakes his head “I’m such a fool. You still don’t believe me, do you? After everything I’ve done, after everything I’ve said, you still don’t believe you’re worthy of being saved. Of being loved,”

Dean glares at the floor, avoiding Castiel’s gaze.

“Always so stubborn. I should’ve known that mere words wouldn’t be enough. The sheer enormity of what I feel for you cannot be conveyed through the constriction of language. You were never a man of words. Words can be twisted. Words can be taken back. Words can be ignored, they can form lies and deceit. Something you’re all too familiar with. Something that I, too, have contributed to over the years I’ve known you. I was always a fool for you, Dean Winchester. No. Simply telling you isn’t enough. I have to show you.”

Castiel grabs Dean’s arm, his hand seals to the mark he seared into his skin when dragged him from Hell.

Dean gasps as what can only be described and Castiel’s feelings pour into Dean like a dam bursting through its banks.

Memories. Dean raking the leaves. Dean and Cas by the lake. Cas dropping the angel blade. But not just the memories - feelings. Just pure emotion. Everything Cas has ever felt for Dean flows through Deans every fibre. Consumes all that he is and all he ever will be.

A single tear falls.

Dean clutches onto Cas’ coat and drops to his knees.

A rush of something bursts from him.

It’s Cas’ turn to gasp.

Dean reverses the stream. Cas is slammed with everything Dean throws out at him. Cas feels everything. Everything Dean’s wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for. Because Dean doesn’t do words. Everything Dean felt for Cas from the moment he marked his arm to the moment he confessed his love. Because Dean wasn’t able to tell him. He wasn’t able to figure out what all those feelings meant, because they were just too much.

But, now, it’s just one feeling.

It flows through Cas like a warm all-encompassing glow; filling him, shaping him.

Cas drops to his knees.

They both gasp for air, clutching at one another, heads on each other’s shoulders, each consumed by the other.

“Dean, I-,”

“Cas? Shut up.”

Dean yanks Cas forward by the collar, planting his lips on Castiel’s in a searing kiss.

Cas jolts in sheer surprise. Then, he sinks into the feeling.

Suddenly, a ringing sound fills the air around them. A bright glow lights up the room.

Dean pulls back in surprise, his eyes wide.

Castiel’s wings fill the room and Dean simply cannot process the sheer size of them. He’s seen them in shadow, of course, but this is something else entirely. They’re not physical exactly, but they’re more than shadow now. They’re -

“Beautiful.”

The glow fades away along with the noise.

Cas can only stare into Dean’s eyes, his whole heart beared to his one true love.

“I’m gonna take that screeching as an ‘I love you, you dumbass’ and leave it at that,” Dean breathes out.

He touches his forehead to Cas’.

Cas leans into the touch. Their eyes drift shut.

“Yes, Dean.”