Infuse your life with action. Don’t wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love. And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen…yourself, right now, right down here on Earth.
—  Bradley Whitford – Actor
Infuse your life with action. Don’t wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love. And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen… yourself, right now, right down here on Earth.
—  Bradley Whitford

I have genuinely no idea where to start with this honestly. I’ve wanted to do an ace!cas op for somewhere around two years, maybe three and this came out so beyond well. 

So I was in line really ridiculously early because I didn’t want to wait for the sheer terror at the idea of hugging Castiel make me sell my ops on the spot. I got into the room, absolutely terrified, clutching my sign for dear life while trying to remember what my friend had said and putting 99% of my energy into not puking.

When I got up to him, he grinned at me as I was waking up to him and I smiled back then held out the sign. He took it from me, read it, read it again, took the time to take the colors in, then looked up and his face morphed into the softest, kindest look I have ever seen. His eyes were just full of support and love and happiness and he smiled really softly at me before turning to do the op. At first he was just holding the sign but I asked if we could both hold it so he lets go and I reach over and ask if we can hold hands. He reached over, and I expected him to do the other kind of hand holding where you just kinda wrap your hands around each other kinda discreet below the sign but he was having none of that. He reaches over, entwines our fingers, then drags my hand up over the sign and squeezes so hard.

Anyway, his hands are ridiculously soft and warm and large and that look that he gave me will keep me warm for decades.

[The sign says “we’re beauty, we’re grace, we happen to be ace”]

Remember that beautiful text Oscar Isaac wrote for “Neue Journal” back in 2015.

Several years ago, I did a movie with William Hurt. I was just was so curious, and blown away by him and his mind. Right before action, he would say to himself, “I’m going to die.” It’s an amazing tool to remind yourself of your mortality. It destroys tension, and puts you in touch with your humanness and how small you are. No matter what context you’re in, you don’t have to be, and can’t be, more than you really are.

Ever since I was little, I’ve been in a constant state of existential anxiety, it’s been a little bit of a preoccupation, and I’m sure I’m not alone. I think that’s probably the state of humans—an utter and palpable feeling of isolation—and that’s why we need to make things. Something happens when this switch gets turned on, and I realize, “Oh my gosh, we’re completely alone.” And that is what I try to tap into. I think that’s probably at the heart of why I like doing this so much. It’s a direct outlet for that anxiety, and through being other people and finding an engine of expression, there’s a feeling of immortality. I get to live all of these lives.

In character, there’s the artisanal aspect that’s interesting, but then there’s the more shamanistic elements, the ritual that is performed, with an audience in the hopes of bridging a spiritual plane. And I try to locate the spiritual plane. I’m obsessed with the idea that when people are really connected to a performance, it’s when the audience and the performer are breathing at the same time. A very pack-animal thing happens. Everyone’s breathing together, they become ‘in’ the same moment together. In a live room, it’s incredible, but with film, you can breathe with someone who’s long dead, but you find yourself moving together at the same rhythm. That’s communicating with the dead.

I believe very strongly in acting as an expressive art, not a communicative one. It’s more akin to abstract painting. When it becomes literal it dies. Because the camera only sees, it doesn’t dictate anything. The audience wants to experience someone seeing and feeling, not judging, not being ahead of it, just expressing their humanity, regardless of what the role is. There is a bit of subversion that has to happen as well, that’s when you connect back to the idea, “I’m going to die.” It’s fucking serious. I’m going to die. I can’t pretend that what’s happening in the room has happened before—it can only be about the present moment, regardless of how it unfolds. But all those things have to be unconscious and it all has to come to a head. And through that crisis, you can give voice to a particular life.

I recently was watching police brutality videos online. It would enrage me so much. My heart pounded from the horror of watching people abuse their power. I put myself there and tried to imagine being the victim or the aggressor. To imagine myself as the cop enraged me all the more, because there was a sadness about it; because you saw that he was all pumped up and the adrenaline was shooting through him, and he was scared—you try to imagine why he became a cop or why certain people become who they become, and how things change both over time and in a second.

We have selective empathy. All people have that. You can empathize with one thing, and then decide that this person does not deserve that. Of course, you know forgiveness is a funny thing. Forgiveness would mean that you still have to recognize their humanity, regardless of their actions or what crimes they commit. Beyond their cruelty, they’re just as isolated as you are. I guess they also have to forgive themselves. They make a construct where they’re not guilty, which is probably their way of survival. It’s a justification. I saturate myself with these things, and they get filtered into my work somehow, particularly the idea of abuse. I think that comes out in Ex Machina. Unconsciously.

The illusiveness of it is everything. As animals, we’re hardwired to respond to change. Any shift in environment, anything that you’re seeing, it electrifies you. In characters I try to find the mystery or the duality. There are always two things happening. One is who they’re trying to present, and two is who they can’t help but be. And those two things are constantly battling each other. And when one comes out, the other one comes out more, and that gives us a sense of, “We don’t know exactly who this person is or what they want.” You’re seeing these changes happening—it’s like meeting a new person. And that makes you pay attention. It lets you get lost in someone.

Sometimes all the work you put in, all the inspiration, all the meditations— all this melts away for a moment, and it really is like an elevated state of being for a second. It actually feels like a deeper version of myself. In those little moments, it’s such a spiritual thing. It’s worth all the work and the humiliation. With this work, although there is little chance of any physical danger, the possibility for psychological danger is high. You’re putting yourself into the arena and trying to allow your unconscious to speak to the world, and it’s a very weird thing to do, so the possibility for humiliation and psychological damage is worth it for the exhilarating moments of grace that happen when you’re surfing your own unconscious reality.

July 20, 2015.

Photo by Brigitte Lacombe.

about the grace situation

so as many of you know, some drama involving awsten, grace, and ciara went down on twitter last night; here’s what happened: 

Grace (aka @danger0usperson / otto’s girlfriend) tweeted that she set up a gofundme to be able to afford to fly out to Ohio to see Otto at the APMAs. To her defense, in the description she states that she did have the money to afford a plane ticket but due to car troubles, can’t afford it . She also says she was initially uncomfortable with asking for money from fans but people stated that they wanted to help out so that’s why she set up the gofundme.  

After this tweet, many people started attacking Grace saying how inappropriate it is to ask the fans of her boyfriends band for money and how she’s manipulating and taking advantage of them. One person in particular called her out for this and Grace got into a fight with her on twitter: 

After those tweet, Grace tried to defend her actions by bringing Awsten into the situation: 

 Keep in mind that Awsten has made it apparent that he is uncomfortable with Grace being around all the time but puts up with it because he is friends with Otto. Not only did she refer to her ex boyfriend as “the lead singer of parx” like she suddenly does not know who he is and doesn’t have a connection to him at all, she tried to justify her asking for money to Awsten selling his leg hair. Don’t get me wrong, I think it was dumb and awful for Awsten to allow someone to purchase his leg hair for $200 but that girl who bought it received a physical item for her money and was happy with her purchase. 

A little while after these tweets Awsten AND Ciara came online with some rather interesting tweets of their own: 

 Ciara’s liked tweets are shady as well lol: 

As of now, Grace has put her twitter on private so I can’t see any of her most recent tweets.


Overall, I think this whole situation is super fucking messy. If you look back at my original post about the initial Grace/Awsten/Otto drama, you’ll know that this isn’t the first time they’ve shaded each other but this is the first time it’s been 100% clear who they’re talking about. I honestly think it’s just a matter of time before Otto gets kicked out of the band or before he quits. I’m sure it sucks for Grace to be side stage at shows while Ciara and Awsten and Geoff are around because literally the only person that talks to her is Otto. But because of this added drama, it’s going to be majorly awkward for her to be at any more waterparks’ shows. Part of me doesn’t feel bad because she’s had this coming to her and what she did was shitty but i also don’t think she deserves any more hate. As always, if you have any more questions/input/concerns/or opinions send me and ask and I’ll be happy to help! ~Layla

Infuse your life with action. Don’t wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love. And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen… yourself, right now, right down here on Earth.
—  Bradley Whitford, via @movemequotes

alright i saw a post going around a week ago about the demigod-mortal celebs issues and i REALLY don’t know why we don’t talk about it more because it’s not like these adults are nobody’s, they’re CELEBRITIES who have friends and managers and employees, etc.

and specifically in the case of beryl grace i don’t think anyone is fully understanding what WE would do if one of the biggest stars of the our age had two children and then they just suddenly disappeared. think about it, beryl grace was popular, she was on tv, she had fans, she had an agent, and you want to tell me there ISN’T still the unsolved mystery of “goodness graces’ what happened to the kids?”

it’s probably one of those celebrity legends that still haunts people, and wow, think about thalia or jason walking the streets of LA and suddenly this old man with salt and pepper hair, in a nice, sharp suit, grabs them by their shoulders and goes, “you’re her kid, it’s you! i remember you! do you remember me, i was your mother’s agent. she said to call me uncle ronnie.”

like can you imagine what that would do to them? to the world that they’re living in? i need to stop myself this is unbelievable, this universe is literally so untouched someone help

A Olicity Historical AU: Touch can be so much more than just, touch.

A/N: Hello my friends, I’ve really enjoyed the special connection and friendship that has grown between Oliver and Felicity in this universe.  We are sadly nearing the close of this particular journey with them as next week’s chapter will be the last.  Let’s hope Lord Archer will be able to make some life altering choices.  

Thank you to the wonderful @quiveringbunny for making this amazing cover art for my story.  It is so beautiful.  

You can read previous chapters HERE and AO3.


Chapter 5

The untamable breeze that swept up the hill, carrying with it the taste of salt and dampness, stroked across Oliver’s body as he rested on a picnic blanket with Lady Felicity.   William was escorting Katherine and Oliver’s mother through the estate’s gardens after a breakfast that had been full of easy conversation and a surprising enjoyment of honey by all.  

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super good and helpful ideas for peter gallagher’s character nick, a.k.a. ‘i sued you so you’d answer my calls’ guy, in grace & frankie season 4; he is apparently going to be there, so he might as well be there in one of these contexts:

  • the most obvious and wonderful option: grace and frankie pretend to be a couple so that nick will finally agree that things are over between him and grace; g+f kiss in the middle of some social gathering to really sell it, and the kiss lingers just a second too long to be 100% for the con.
  • nick plans an elaborate and opulently expensive wedding for himself and grace; on the day of, grace steals said wedding and gives it to frankie, thereby marrying her instead.
  • grace tries to date nick and decides that, yep, he sucks and realizes she is giving up on men for good because they are all THE WORST
    • ‘in a spinster way? oh, grace, don’t put yourself on the shelf just yet. you’ve got so much to offer.’
    • 'no,’ grace says, with a husky and significant lilt to her tone. 'not in a spinster way.’
    • frankie gulps.
  • schmidt & the gang from new girl show up and demand to know what the hell is going on, thus revealing that “nick” is, in fact, schmidt’s dad, just living a double life complete with double careers. ‘dad, this is ludicrous! ludicrous! you steal my best friend’s name and start seducing beautiful grandmamas for sport? come home!’ schmidt scolds, and then of course throws grace a, ‘you are exquisite, by the way.’ grace happens to be wearing a bird shirt on the day of this encounter. winston gives her the most enthusiastic of thumbs ups. frankie and jess almost explode the universe by being in the same place together. maybe the gang also runs into brianna. ‘you too, sadie?’ jess gasps in dismay. “HOW DEEP DOES THIS THING GO?” real nick hollers.
  • nick leaves grace for grace’s friend lisa kudrow the manicurist. grace is heartbroken (mostly due to the wounded pride and also due to losing her pink tracksuited friend). why do the people in her life who are supposed to choose her always, always choose someone else?
    • ‘i chose you,’ frankie says.
    • ‘you got stuck with me,’ grace counters bitterly, because she sounds her bitterest when she’s trying not to cry. ‘not that i didn’t get stuck with you too, by the way, because i did. neither of us chose this.’
    • ‘oh, i didn’t realize i was living in santa fe with jacob right now. i thought i was right here, in our house, sitting next to you and listening to you waste your time crying over some jackasses who never deserved you in the first place. because i chose you.’
    • and then grace surprises frankie by lunging at her with an extremely emotional hug and it’s the happiest day of frankie’s life and maybe they kiss a little, i don’t know.
  • grace and frankie accidentally murder nick and have to cover it up together, but it only makes their (spiritual if not legal) marriage stronger, like on santa clarita diet
Finally (Lin x Reader)

Trigger Warnings: School, Fluff


Universe: High School!AU

Description: You are the new teacher in your old high school and meet an old friend.

Words: 1465 (I got a bit carried away…)

Y/N … Your Name


Originally posted by ham4fan-fiction

This is it. Your first day as teacher in your old high school. You smile as the memories of your time here go through your head. You don´t know why, but you always liked the thought of becoming a teacher, so you became one. You walk down the halls and past the lockers. Then, you see the little plaque, which always hung there, saying: Teachers´ Lounge

You step closer to the door and open it. You walk in and go to your table.

“Hi! You must be the new teacher! I´m Lin.”, you hear someone say behind you. You turn around and your eyes meet with big, brown ones. “Y/N? You´re the new teacher?” Lin asks you.

“Lin! Long time, no see! I didn´t know you´re a teacher here!” You laugh and embrace your old high school friend.

He hugs you back. “Yeah… I couldn´t leave this place. Too many memories!”

“That´s the reason I came back, too.” You smile up to him. “So… What´s your subject?,” you ask him after a short silence.

“I´m the English teacher here. And you?”

“I´m the new history teacher.” You answer.

“Of course! What else…,” he trails off.

“What do you mean by that?” you ask him, smirking.

“Well, you WERE the history nerd, back in our times here!” he laughs as he crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“I guess…,” you fake a pout, but soon start laughing with Lin. You don´t notice how all the other teachers look at you with a side-eye.

Two weeks after you came back to your school as teacher, you and Lin sit in your apartment and grade papers. You groan as you come to a particular paper from one of your student. Lin puts his work away and looks at you.

“Hey. Is everything okay?” He asks you, frowning.

“Yeah… It´s just so frustrating! My students never listen, even though they say they listen! But if I give them a bad grade, they think that I don´t like them… I thought this would be easier.” You tell him, putting your head on the table.

Lin stands up and walks over to your side of the table and crouches next to you.

“I know, it´s hard. But if they don´t listen to you, it´s their fault! ,” he tries to encourage you.

Suddenly, he jumps up. You quickly look up to him, his eyes twinkling.

“I have an idea! Remember the project I told you about? The songs about Hamilton? ,” he practically shouts.

You slowly stand up.

“Yeah? What about it?”

“We could teach, with the help of the songs, about the history of Alexander Hamilton! A-And the students could learn them for English! What do you think?!”

You look to the ground and think about it. Slowly, you look at him, with a smile on your face.

“Let´s do it!”

The principal agrees with the idea and soon, Lin and you start to prepare for your next lesson.

“Good morning class!” You walk into your classroom, with the students still talking and texting with different people. The only student who´s not loud, is Grace. She is a very shy girl and sits in the front row. Her brown, straight hair is in a pony-tail. She´s the only one who notices that today, there are two teachers instead of one.

Lin clears his throat loudly and the class goes quiet. You look back to Lin and thank him with a nod. He nods back at you.

You greet the class again, and this time they greet back.

“So, today, Mr. Miranda is going to be here and we´ll combine our subjects today. As some of you know, Mr. Miranda started writing a musical about one of our founding fathers, Alexander Hamilton…” You are interrupted by a student in the back.

“Boring! ,” he yells trough the class and everyone, except Grace, laugh with him.

You ignore the kid and look over your shoulder and meet with Lin´s eyes. His eyes are full of disappointment and he looks to the ground. You turn back to the class and continue explaining the task.

“Where was I? Oh, right! Mr. Miranda wrote a musical, and we´re going to go into different groups, each group will learn a song from the musical and preform it at the end of the week. The group that´s able to sing their song by heart at the end of the week, will get a prize!”

You´re amazed that you´re able to talk without getting interrupted again. Meanwhile, Lin writes a list with the names of the songs he wrote.

“Ok, get in your groups and sit down when you´re done.”

For five minutes it´s very loud in the classroom as the students find partners to sing with. The class grows quiet and the only person left is Grace.

“Grace, you don´t have a group. Should I put you in one? ,” you ask her. Before you can finish the question, the whole class gasps.

Grace sighs: “No, it´s ok… I´ll just sing one by myself.”

“Oh…,” you hesitate, “Ok.”

The bell rings and Lin writes down all the names and the groups.

“It seems like they´re excited!” you smile to Lin on your way to your car.

He bounces up and down.

“It seems like YOU´RE excited!” you laugh and stop in your tracks.

He stops too and starts laughing with you.

“Yeah! I mean, it´s not every day that our students want to sing in front of the whole class!”

You both laugh.

“I think, we´re gonna nail this!”

At the end of the week you get ready for the ´singing contest´ in your classroom.

You notice how all your students quietly sit at their spot, except some of the girls, who try to stifle their giggles.

Lin nudges your side, you look at him and see that excitement, and something you can´t identify, in his eyes.

“Okay class, let´s start with the competition!”

Every group has their turn and the only person left is Grace. She stands up, goes to the front of the class and whispers the song in your ear.


You think it´s the most difficult song in the whole musical and are worried that Grace can´t sing it and that her classmates will make even more fun of her.

Even though you´re worried, you press play and hear the first notes of the song.

You can´t believe what happens next! Grace, the most shy student you´ve ever met, belts the rhymes of the rap out like it depends on her life! And everything is perfect!

After Grace finishes, the whole classroom is quiet.

Then, a boy in the back slowly starts to clap. Soon, the whole class applauds Grace and chants her name. She blushes and makes her way to her seat, but you grab her arm softly and shout through the class.

“I think we have a winner! Congratulations Grace! You´ll get your prize after the lesson.”

She smiles and nods.

“Wait, wait, wait! ,” Lin shouts through the class.

You´re confused and turn towards him.

“What´s wrong?” you ask.

“You can´t announce a winner before all the contestants sang a song. ,” he told you.

You raise your eyebrow as the class starts to giggle.

“But, everyone had his turn already, Lin.” You answer a bit confused.

He doesn´t answer you and only turns on a song from Hamilton, one of your favorite songs. You smile as you hear the first few tones.


What you don´t expect, Lin singing to the lyrics.

“Then you walked in and my heart went boom!”

He winks at you and you notice the blush creeping up your face.

“Try ‘in to catch your eye from the Teachers´ Lounge.”

You realize that he changed the text to the song he´s singing and blush even harder, hearing the class rejoice.

“Everybody´s drinking coffee and the radio´s low volume. Laugh about the tests as we wine and dine, grab our colleagues and whisper: Yo, this one´s mine!”

Your eyes turn big at his last sentence and he ends the song.

“So, what do you say Y/N? Would you be the Eliza to my Alexander? ,” he asks you, eyes full of hope.

You just stare at him and you can see his eyes fill with worry. Then, you smirk.

“I´m Helpless! ,” you sing.

He turns to you, picks you up and presses a lingering kiss on your lips. You feel him smile and you have to smile too. Both of you forget about the student around you. A girl in the front row mumbles.


The whole class erupts in laughter and Lin and you become aware of your surroundings. You end the kiss and stare into each other’s eyes, smiling.

Yes, finally…

A/N: So, my first Lin x Reader fanfic with Teacher!LIN and Teacher!Reader. I hope you liked it. I don´t know what I´m gonna do next, but yeah, I´ll look…

Until next time!