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new blog @aikatemppu!!

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new blog @aikatemppu!!

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new blog @aikatemppu!!

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do i wanna remake my personal tho

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aesthetic: being overly excited about tv shows and movies no one else cares about anymore and crying alone in the tags of my own gifsets

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The Borgia Apocalypse, shipping everything even harder than the fans.

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Imagine Jim -

- as he wakes up in the middle of the night to his phone buzzing, sleep snatched away and dreams forgotten; frowning as Irene laughs at his bark. Two minutes, and he’ll be frowning still as she hangs up the phone, but there’ll be a smile lurking in the corner of his lips as he sends the text to facilitate her latest scheme.

She never tells him ‘thank you’ and the read roses sent to a safe house she shouldn’t know about are unbearably cheesy but whatever.

He wonders if she’s clever enough to destroy him, and if he’s bored enough to let her.

Imagine Jim -

- as he smiles behind a glass of milk, parents hushed and worried while the radio droons on about talented young swimmer Carl Powers, such promise, what a blow to the village, his poor mum’s beside herself.

It’ll be another year, two, until he learns of another enterprising youth, and the inquiries one boy called Sherlock Holmes has made. This is how arch enemies begin, he’ll think then; young yet, and fanciful.

The thought of ”this is how lovers begin” is still a decade away.

Imagine Jim -

- as he is flung to the side, body slamming into a brick wall, and his teeth clattering with the impact.

By the time he’s gotten his breath back the gunfire’s died down.

”What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hisses, snarling as he rounds on the bloody giant of a man who had the fucking audacity to touch him, shove him.

”Saving your life,” the man – something Moran? - says coolly. Doesn’t back down, doesn’t bow low.

”It wasn’t your life to save.” Jim’s eyes are black; their promise the death denied him.

Moran doesn’t blink: “It is now.”

Imagine Jim -

- as Molly hands him a cup of tea, as the woman who’ll be known as Mary Morstan accepts his paymen with a slight nod of her head, as Mycroft Holmes’ lips twist in disgust, as -

Imagine Jim - 

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The eye --- it may not lie, but don’t think for a moment that it can’t be lied to. Seeing is believing, but is it truth? Depends on your point of view.

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repost alert!!

if you are in the Now You See Me fandom and want to appreciate those of us who make gifs for the fandom, could you block and not reblog content posted by the blog @nysmedit. all of their gifsets are reposts, taken from gifsets made by other people, reuploaded and posted without permission and with no indication who has made the original gifs. the theft is even more blatant than usual since they’ve taken several gifs from the same gifsets, reposting entire gifsets with other gifs added from other posts to make it look different, but it’s clear that they’re stolen (most gifs are different sizes, 500+px wide gifs put side by side, the gifs are edited very differently from each other).

thank you & please spread the word!

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Parallels: Dylan and Walter

You and I are mirror images.

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okay so

the scene where dylan gets his dad’s trick watch alright? li says lionel wanted dylan to have it. now, regardless of if that speech was thaddeus’s invention or not (tho bu bu’s expression on that scene makes it p convincing), it does mean that at some point, lionel left one of his watches to bloody macao for safekeeping, more than likely with instructions to give it to his son if he never comes back. he didn’t give it directly to dylan, no, he left it somewhere where dylan would be given it once he was old enough to go explore his dad’s magic footsteps

also, as the ‘everything wrong with nysm2′ video pointed out, dylan was not saved a seat on his dad’s safe trick. he had to get past the crowd to get there, which is... kind of weird considering how close we’re to interpret his relationship with his dad. if he had a school bag and it was 4pm, it would be understandable, but that’s clearly not the case. worth mentioning, dylan also comes alone, without his mother there --- at least the mum wasn’t invited to the riverbank to see the trick, and the way dylan comes makes ya wonder if he was either: it’s entirely possible lionel is just really, really good at handling surprises

combine these two together, take into account how impossible the trick is even on paper with an endless number of variables and how difficult it would be to make a living with no other tricks left after thaddeus’s show even if it did work out, and the fact that lionel’s life insurance was large enough for dylan’s mother to be able to rely on that if lionel could not bring in the money anymore

guys

i don’t think lionel ever planned to come back up

at this point, i am almost hoping that it was because he had a fake death planned out that may or may have not worked, because if not...

this is getting a real depressing tone to it

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Now You See Me deleted scene

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so, for the record: not once in the US history has a democrat been elected president if a republican has won the popular vote

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i cant believe its daylight savings time and i havent seen the “hello its me your cousin oskaar from iceland” video on my dash yet you are all slackers

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