Janel Moloney: Those walk-and-talks, all that stuff is so much fun, and really challenging. You can’t act, because you’re just trying to not run into the cameraman, and not run into each other.

Richard Schiff: It’s also known as “The Walk-and-Trip” that was named after me, I believe. Walk-and-talks were tough in the early days, because we hadn’t mastered the art of learning every syllable word for word.

Allison Janney: I fucking loved it! I loved walk-and-talks. There was a fluidity and a continuity to the scenes. You were in a relay race and if you had to come in on the third hallway pass and you fucked up, it was like, “Oh my God!” It was this really exhilarating game and the perfect way to keep a show about politics active, exciting and fast-paced.

Richard Schiff: Plus you had actors that came from live theatre and it felt like you’re doing a play. Every time we did a three or four minute walk-and-talk, the exhilaration of going on stage would be a part of it.

Rob Lowe: Trying to execute that kind of intricate staging at the same time you’re doing intricate dialogue – it’s like patting your head and rubbing your stomach! (x)

As everyone log off and goes to bed. The final picture was made on the last night where just one unicorn is left as the world of dreams, where everyone got a chance to meet and greet… finally closes and ends as it falls into the void once again to reform anew.

The experience has been wonderful, it was an exhilarating experience for me and everyone. Where the game used to be nothing and finally turned into something.

Once again, thank you to you all. Thank you for playing with me.
And may you all have a great day and great future.

The final words of Wishdream in LoE Jan 2015 Open Beta:
"Only in their dreams can souls be truly free.
Twas always thus, and always thus will be”


End of post *beep* Back to your regularly scheduled Wishdream.

I first found out about New York electro band KOPPS due to their guest stint on Joywave’s Tongues, a track I still dig so much nearly two years later. Some of that tune’s alluring qualities that I was initially drawn to also arise on KOPPS’ latest jam, a bumping, super fun tune named Dumb. Its whimsical, punchy, vibrant rhythm is irresistibly electrifying and driving. There’s a SOPHIE like bubbly effervescent to the song, but with a touch more garage grit and fiery rawness. Dumb is a roller coaster of a ride. Once you get on, not only do you not want to get off, you can’t. It takes you along for a wild, exhilarating ride that ends far too soon.

Not sure what it is that I like about Carousels. Maybe it is the assurance, that even if you get lost in-between, you will always make it back to the place where you got on; or it could be the safe, yet exhilarating feeling of going somewhere and never really getting there. With each turn, the world around you changes, but you never have to change. As long as you keep moving, you are forever immune to the evils of time and circumstance, going round and round in a dizzying state of perpetual innocence. And when you finally make it back to the place were you got on, there will always be someone there, waiting; someone who will love and protect you, when at last, you decide to get off.
—  Adam Stanley  All My Sins Remembered 
Emotions! (Be sure to name the Character you are directing it too)

Prompt: I figured, it would be interesting/fun.. ( shh really fun) To have people give a single emotion in which a Character entry would be written about!

Here are some Emotions:


  • Glad 
  • Happy 
  • Delighted 
  • Joyful 
  • Elated 
  • Thrilled 
  • Exhilarated
  • Hopeful 
  • Expectant 
  • Relieved 
  • Satisfied 
  • Assured 
  • Certain 
  • Able 
  • Capable 
  • Confident 
  • Strong 
  • Courageous 
  • Powerful 
  • Adequate 
  • Good 
  • Great 
  • Excellent 
  • Sublime 
  • Comfortable 
  • Relaxed 
  • Pleasant 
  • Peaceful 
  • Pleasure 
  • Eager 
  • Surprised 
  • Excited 
  • Lively 
  • Enthusiastic 
  • Stable 
  • Positive 
  • Superior 
  • Magnificent 
  • Glorious 
  • Interested 
  • Fascinated 
  • Awe 
  • Inspired
  • Love 
  • Compassion 
  • Sympathy 
  • Empathy 
  • Beautiful 
  • Charmed 
  • Cheerful 
  • Contented 
  • Determined 
  • Energetic 
  • Glamorous 
  • Graceful 
  • Grateful 
  • Humorous 
  • Playfulness 
  • Pride 


  • Concerned 
  • Worry 
  • Anxious 
  • Stressed 
  • Overwhelmed 
  • Exasperated 
  • Tired 
  • Burdened 
  • Weary 
  • Exhausted 
  • Drained 
  • Jumpy 
  • Intimidated 
  • Apprehensive 
  • Hostile 
  • Destructive 
  • Uncomfortable 
  • Annoyed 
  • Frustrated 
  • Angry 
  • In rage 
  • Indifferent 
  • Ignored 
  • Contempt 
  • Rude 
  • Obnoxious 
  • Sad 
  • Depressed 
  • Grief 
  • Agony 
  • Misery 
  • Cautious 
  • Doubtful 
  • Hesitant 
  • Wary 
  • Suspicious 
  • Nervous 
  • Scared 
  • Fear 
  • Shocked 
  • Panic 
  • Dissatisfied 
  • Upset 
  • Disappointed 
  • Crushed 
  • Confused 
  • Disgusted 
  • Embarrassment 
  • Envy 
  • Greed 
  • Guilt 
  • Harassed 
  • Humiliation 

anonymous asked:

what most inspires you, as an artist?

I’ve never really thought that deeply about it.  I think I can bullet point it, and it’s pretty specific to the media I work in.

  • Masterfully unique, innovative design.
  • Fleshed out, relatable characters.
  • An exhilarating story that’s hard to put down.
  • Witty, sarcastic, and unpredictable humor.
  • Goodness
What do you do when you can't crawl

Pairing: Nathan Miller x Monty Green
Rating: G
Words: 2221
Tags: Escaping Mount Weather, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergent
A/N: You guys have no idea how lucky you are that coldsaturn edits this stuff. No idea


Miller keeps track of everyone who leaves the sleeping quarters and everyone who wanders back in. He sets up a system in his head that rates the time they’ve been gone and how many people they left with, trying to assign an “abducted by Mountain Men” risk rating to everyone he can’t see from his vantage point on the bunk. He promises himself that he’s not going to lose another person, not after… Not after the last one went missing.


He had felt so bloody useless when he’d gotten away. The run through the halls had been exhilarating, knowing that they were going to get away, and that they’d be able to try again to contact the outside world in a day or two. He’d gotten back to the quarters first, then Jasper and Maya. And then he started waiting. And waiting. And waiting some more.


No matter how long he stares at the door, nor how many people leave and return, there are two people that never end up coming through it. His two closest friends down here, hell maybe ever. And they might never walk through any doors again. If they’re luckier than any of them could hope to be, Clarke and Bellamy will come to save all of them before Monty and Harper are killed. If they’re just lucky, they’ll be kept drugged until the Mountain Men finish whatever it is they’re doing to them.

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We listen too much to the telephone and we listen too little to nature. The wind is one of my sounds. A lonely sound, perhaps, but soothing. Everybody should have his personal sounds to listen for—sounds that will make him exhilarated and alive, or quiet and calm… As a matter of fact, one of the greatest sounds of them all—and to me it is a sound—is utter, complete silence.

"When Barbara Cook stepped out on the stage of Carnegie Hall on the night of January 26, 1975, she had been a singing star for more than 20 years— but on that night she started a new career.

This was the Barbara Cook who had been the most celebrated ingenue in Broadway musicals all through the 1950s and 1960s— in 1957 came ‘The Music Man’ and, for the next decade, Barbara Cook was the first choice for any show that required a glorious young ingenue with a glowing voice.

But after ten years of these roles, Barbara began to wonder where she was going— in career terms, in personal satisfaction terms. In the summer of 1973, she tried something she had never done— a show in which she did not play a character but simply sang songs as herself, as Barbara Cook. It was, she says, an exhilarating experience. ‘People reached out to touch me— not like the theater where you’re so removed from the audience.’

But the crucial performance was the first one— the Carnegie Hall debut, the first concert this vastly experienced singer had ever given. The question, when she stepped out on the stage of Carnegie Hall on the night of January 26, 1975, was simply: Could she make the transition from the musical theater to the concert stage?

The answer came the moment she took her first step onto the stage— an answer that took the form of a standing ovation from an audience that all but filled the huge hall even before she had sung her first note.

How do you build from an entrance like that? Glowing, hearty, clothed in a loose, flowing gown whose jaggedly cut sleeves made her look like a sun goddess when she raised her arms— Barbara Cook did it. The enthusiasm and excitement of her audience increased with every song, and she responded to their pleasure with a pure delight all her own.

Barbara Cook deserved every bit of the appreciation and affection she received. Broadway’s Barbara had never really been away, but her ‘return’ was a triumph.”

-John S. Wilson 

"I have quite a romanticised vision of London; it’s hectic and vibrant, but also physically and mentally draining. It’s a city of opposites; both beautiful and ugly, exhilarating yet frustrating. It leaves me with an almost guilty sense of relief when I leave, giving my brain a chance to process my time there."

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I was centred and alive. They say when you’ve found her the walls and boundaries that you kept up for so long and cherished as they kept you safe from harms way all begin to disintegrate. They weren’t wrong that’s for sure. Naked and exposed to a world of nudity, comfort and exhilaration. Yet without giving away too much, there was this knowing of unpredictable growth and change that neither of us were completely sure of but the secrecy of that revelation kept the fire burning during the winter nights of early January. The month of resolutions, change, a better me and a better you. I wasn’t sure of the future, but January brought forth a feeling for change and betterment. Another year of trying to live up to my high expectations I’d planted myself at the beginning of another full cycle. She was with me and all of those high expectations were based, rooted from her very presence. She was what I wanted to live up to, she was the rawness of every inch of my being. She captivated me in such a way that I lost all peripheral vision. She was the tunnel to the light, the chamber to the heart.

Saw the first snow drops of the year yesterday :) spring is stirring in the land, just below the surface, the earth is waking up. I can feel the quickening in me to… it’s exhilarating, now what to do with all this excess energy :)

this is exactly what loathing looks like. do not question the man

I apologize in advance if I keep talking about this song but it amuses me to no end

Exhilarating PREVIEW! Chapter 18

The sunset was alive on her face, its harshness looking so soft on her smile. And he wondered why he had hated the sunset so much. It had felt like a final setting on the end of time, but now it seemed like a seal on a promise of hope, of future. It was vibrant and oddly peaceful, echoing the ardent violence of his heartbeat. 

She was staring out into the world, content. Her eyes were lighter with the sun on them, a shade of russet, glossy and definite like her. She closed her eyes, a sigh escaping her lips and she looked so grateful to be alive, so at peace. An envious cord resonated in his chest, his watchful eyes fixated on the way the sun kissed her skin, caressing its lover. 

And he knew then, with awed realization, that he had never seen anything as beautiful as…she.

It’s coming SOON!!