Reblog if you would date a bisexual person
Like if you wouldn’t because there is “too much competition”
Trying to prove a point to an asshole
honestly though what is the point of killing off allison and then bringing kate argent back if kate never mentions allison once in all her screentime???
throughout season 1 we were shown over and over again how if there was one person kate loved with all her heart and would die for—it was allison. sure, she cared for chris as well, i’m sure, but allison was her pride and joy, her niece and protégé, the most precious person in her life. kate was selfish in everything else she did but in her last moments she gave her life so allison could live without any hesitation. she loved allison that much.
so to reintroduce kate after allison’s death and not acknowledge the effect allison’s death must have had on kate??? is such a waste of storytelling. because if there is one storyline that would have been compelling, chilling and powerful, it’s kate argent avenging her niece.
give me kate argent, stalking back into beacon hills, hellbent on destroying anyone who had anything to do with allison’s death. give me kate argent hunting down every damn oni or kitsune she could find, because she couldn’t destroy the one that killed allison but she can make every other one pay.
give me kate argent, fire in her eyes, shaking and screaming at her brother because he failed to protect allison, ‘why didn’t you keep her safe? i would have protected her, chris, why didn’t you?’ give me kate argent going after the pack because if allison had stayed away from those stupid kids, then maybe she would still be alive today.
kate argent, on the brink of killing scott and scott accepting his fate because at least this way the rest of the pack will be saved and anyway, he thinks, it’s his fault allison died, right, perhaps death is what he deserves. kate stabbing him with her wolfsbane laced dagger, about to twist it into his heart and then—she stops. she remembers how allison’s face used to light up when she talked about scott, how happy he made her, how much allison loved scott. is allison’s love more important than my revenge?, she wonders.
so she pulls the dagger out, pushes scott away, and thinks, one more sacrifice for you. even as braeden and chris shoot her in the back and she falls to her knees, bloodied and beaten, she thinks for you, for you, always you, and whispers allison’s name in her dying breath.
"Potter has done too much for me for me to ever want to shit all over it. I’m never going to say: ‘Don’t ask me questions about that’. I remember reading an interview with Robert Smith from The Cure. Somebody said to him: ‘Why do you still wear all that makeup, don’t you feel a bit past it?’ And he said: ‘There are still 14-year-olds coming to see The Cure for the first time, dressed like that. I’d never want to make them feel silly.’ It’s a similar thing with Potter. People are still discovering those books and films. It would be awful for them to find out the people involved had turned their backs on it. Though sometimes, people do come up and say ‘I loved you in The Woman in Black,’ which is really sweet. That’s them knowing that it matters to me that I’ve done other stuff."
— Daniel Radcliffe for London Magazine (x) —
IF SOMEONE MAKES YOU FEEL BAD FOR THE BANDS YOU LISTEN TO OR THE WAY YOU TAKE YOUR COFFEE OR HOW YOU WEAR YOUR HAIR OR WHAT YOU WEAR OR THE WAY YOUR LAUGH SOUNDS THEN FUCKING DROP THEM LIKE THE PIECE OF SHIT THEY ARE AND GO FIND SOMEONE WHO THINKS YOUR LAUGH SOUNDS LIKE THE BEST GODDAMN SONG THEY’VE EVER HEARD AND OFFERS TO MAKE YOUR COFFEE FOR YOU AND THINKS YOU DRESS LIKE ART
This is so perfect
how about a post-catws fic written bourne identity style, where bucky wakes up in an abandoned, empty apartment. doesn’t know his name. doesn’t remember a thing about himself. his left arm aches and he looks down and almost yells from surprise.
he’s wearing soggy leather clothes and he takes it off piece by piece. finds a shitload of weapons but no identifying papers. he puts his pants an an undershirt on, takes one gun and hides the rest in a corner of the house while he goes outside to steal some food and clothing.
then idk, bucky kicking ass and taking names, breaking through hydra compounds and putting together the pieces of his past, trying to evade this eerily familiar blonde man and his compatriots who always seems two steps behind him.
what if steve has bucky’s dog tags.
what if he and bucky traded dog tags before bucky fell.
what if bucky fell into the ice wearing steve’s name around his neck, right over his heart. what if the hydra crew that recovered him found them, cut them off his neck, not caring where the metal had frozen to his skin. what if there are still marks on bucky’s skin from the place where the tags used to lie but now they’re gone, long gone, thrown out and forgotten in some old hydra base while the people taking bucky apart knew they’d found someone important after all, someone important enough to wear steve rogers’ name around his neck.
what if when steve wakes up seventy years in the future, the only things in the world that are his are the shield and the tags with bucky’s name, only they don’t say bucky, they say james barnes and threetwofivefiveseveneightnineone and the preferred relative spot is left completely blank, because they wouldn’t let bucky use steve’s name.
what if, when bucky says, later, prove it—prove you’re my friend, prove i was who you say i am, prove i’m anything but the gunmetal in my mouth and the slaughter to my name—steve just reaches up and removes the dog tags from around his neck and presses them, gently, into bucky’s open palm.