I need those movies in my life


endless list of favorite movies: Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee

We coulda had a good life together. Fuckin’ real good life. Had us a place of our own. But you didn’t want it, Ennis. So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain. Everything’s built on that. That’s all we got, boy, fuckin’ all. So I hope you know that, even if you don’t never know the rest…I wish I knew how to quit you.


  • ❝ God, what if we just fucked one day? ❞
  • ❝ Don’t sass me in front of the internet. ❞
  • ❝ Follow your stupid fucking dreams. ❞
  • ❝ Come at me scrub lord, I’m ripped. ❞
  • ❝ I just wanna have sex with space. ❞
  • ❝ Get in the tub with me, daddy. ❞
  • ❝ Will you just relax and let me kill for money? ❞
  • ❝ That sounds like your problem. Fuck you. ❞
  • ❝ Stay in school. Don’t do drugs. Eat your teeth. ❞ 
  • ❝ Make like a tree and fucking die. ❞
  • ❝ Dude just…just pity laugh at least. ❞
  • ❝ Man, Club Penguin’s gotten weird. ❞
  • ❝ We are like the Stephen Kings of stupid. ❞
  • ❝ Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so? ❞
  • ❝ Do I have to jerk you off to blow your mind? ❞
  • ❝ I haven’t had so much fun since I killed my parents. ❞
  • ❝ Unfortunately I had sex with a guy/girl over the weekend. ❞
  • ❝ What’s a vegetarian zombie say? GRAAAAAAAINS.
  • ❝ Revenge is a best dish served fuck you. ❞
  • ❝ Who wears pants anymore? So 2015. ❞
  • ❝ I need an ice cream sandwich and a gentle blowjob. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya. ❞
  • ❝ The bananas has gone bad! ❞
  • ❝ I cared for those bananas! I raised them with my own two feet! ❞
  • ❝ Did you know I’m a professional joke? My life is a joke. ❞
  • ❝ What if everyone just had constant helicopter dick? ❞
  • ❝ [ name ], does getting me wet fill you with determination? ❞
  • ❝ I can’t prove that someone ISN’T a reptilian. ❞
  • ❝ Wouldn’t it be funny if, like, you lost a family member? ❞
  • ❝ These balls are coming at me fast and furious. It’s like that movie, ‘Speed’. ❞ 
  • ❝ Call me One Direction ‘cause my relevancy is dropping by the day. ❞ 
  • ❝ One time I killed a person and I didn’t report it to the police. ❞
  • ❝ I wanna take a girl to the Grand Canyon, fuck her, and throw her in. ❞ 
  • ❝ Nothing like a gunshot wound to the face to really mellow someone out. ❞ 
  • ❝ If I can’t be the best, I sure as hell can be the worst! ❞ 
  • ❝ [ name ], I’m on a date with a guy/girl right now and you’re embarrassing me. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve made a decision. I’m gonna in the kitchen, gonna open the dishwasher, and I’m gonna climb inside. ❞
  • ❝ I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified. ❞
  • ❝ I could pee on this couch, right now, no problem, while looking you directly in the eyes.❞ 
  • ❝ Look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes.’ ❞
  • ❝ All of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are blue, except for three of them. And there are four. ❞ 
  • ❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞
  • ❝ I’m gonna throw you out the window. We don’t even have any windows in this room…I’m gonna carve out a window and throw you through it. ❞ 
  • ❝ DO IT YOU SACK OF SHIT! – Sorry. That didn’t come out as encouraging as I meant it to. ❞
  • ❝ [ name ], if there’s one thing I can be totally honest about, it’s that I would happily lie to your face.❞
  • ❝ If I took pole-dancing, I would be worried that it would be too erotic for everybody else. ❞
  • ❝ Next time we make love, [ name ], would you please refer to me as your sweet cakey treasure? ❞   
  • ❝ I try to show at least one other human-being my butt hole every single day. ❞
  • ❝ The only people who don’t like sluts are the people who don’t get any. ❞ 
  • ❝ Have you ever though of a career in driving people fucking insane? Because you are already a PRO at it. ❞ 
  • ❝ I am actively looking for ways to get you to shut the fuck up. ❞
  • ❝ First of all, you have to stop calling it ‘Mary Jane.’ That’s the first rule of stonerdom. People will think you’re a fucking narc. ❞
  • ❝ First of all, no one says ‘pot-eyes’, you fuckin’ narc. ❞
  • ❝ If by OK you mean like on the inside I’m just going ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’ then yes, I’m quite OK ❞
  • ❝ When you walk outside there are three elements of nature that you must avoid: snow, wind, and bees. ❞ 
  • ❝ Could you imagine if you unlocked outfits in real life? Like, “Congratulations you wiped your ass, here’s a new shirt.” ❞
little bad memory things :)
  • not knowing if you said something out loud or if you only thought it
  • “did i already ask you that?”
  • “what did you say”
  • raising your hand and putting it down multiple times in class because you can’t remember your question/comment
  • pausing in the middle of simple tasks because you can’t remember what you’re doing
  • “where is my [object i had in my hands literally 30 seconds ago]?”
  • not knowing someone’s name even though it’s the 5th time you’ve met them
  • rereading/rewatching books/movies because you can’t remember basic plot details
  • forgetting to look at the list of things you need to remember
  • forgetting the end of your sentence before you even start it/trailing off

imma just take a minute to appreciate all these fantastic aj expressions if thats ok w/ yall


The thing I most experienced was that the white person had to be the lead, but they needed to say they were being diverse, so the best friend or the assistant was a person of color. It [would be] written nonspecifically, and then they would build the character around whoever they decided would get the part. To audition for the lead role in a movie? I’ve never experienced that. I would experience that maybe two times in my entire life, where there are white actresses I know who, even though they’re not famous, audition for those things all the time.

Thoughts on “The Greatest Showman”

I saw The Greatest Showman the other day.  Overall, I enjoyed the movie. I may even go see it again.  It was a fun, colorful holiday movie with some great messages about inclusion and acceptance.  That alone is a reason enough to go see it.  We need more of that in our society now more than ever.

Was it a cinematic masterpiece?  Not really.  Parts of it felt rushed, and given that it took place over such a long period of time (and the children never aged), I found myself getting lost at one point.  I wish more time was spent on the members of the Circus - their background, their stories, their character development.  They just felt very background-ish and I think that was a missed opportunity.  I also did read a comment recently that the movie “whitewashed how much of an ass PT Barnum was.”  Well….yeah….

If anyone actually thought there was going to be a historically-accurate movie about PT Barnum, let alone a fun, holiday movie-musical that is historically accurate about PT Barnum, you were kidding yourself.  Casting Hugh Jackman as Barnum should have been your first clue.  This was pure spectacle from the get go, and it succeeded in that aspect.  And yes, a lot of the movies we see that are “based on a true story” almost always take significant artistic license with the person’s story in order to make it more appealing to an audience.  This is not new.  That’s why it says “based on.”  If it were the actual truth, you would be watching a documentary.  And there would certainly not be any fun, upbeat anthem music in said documentary.

I will also say that if “This Is Me” doesn’t win a major award for best song, there should be rioting.  Benj Pasek and Justin Paul did an amazing job with the songs in this movie.  After La La Land and Dear Evan Hansen (which I love), it’s safe to say they are on fire right now.

Hugh Jackman is a true Triple Threat.  Keala Settle is a goddess.  Zendaya really impressed me, and Zac Efron was eye candy that can sing and dance too.  If you’re looking for entertainment, check this movie out, it will not disappoint.  It is not the disaster some critics make it out to be.

I guess the reason I am feeling somewhat flat (disappointed seems like a strong word…) is because I listened to and watched the workshop videos on loop for a day or two before seeing the movie. Watch these:

These videos are not rehearsed or choreographed.  They are not staged.  These were real people, feeling real emotion, in a spontaneous moment.  These are the same songs sung by the same leads as in the movie, but they are entirely different than what you hear on the soundtrack or see on the screen.  These videos are real.  Real passion, raw emotions, sheer joy.  Real life.

After that… it’s impossible to recreate that in a movie.  So of course I left a little less full than I expected. That said, The Greatest Showman was fun.  It’s worth the visit.  But it’s a movie, at the end of the day. 

…Those workshop videos though?  Those I will cling to the rest of my life.  Those I will continue to watch, and they will continue to bring me to tears, every time.  They represent two anthems that I need most right now in life.  Those are the real magic, thanks to the people and the moments that they capture.

Three SERIOUSLY UNDERRATED Movies I just watched recently:

1. Strange Magic

Originally posted by magically-strange

A work by freaking Lucasfilm/George Lucas himself!

Did not expect it to be a musical, very much cringe worthy—but once you look past that, this movie has stunningly beautiful animation! 

Not to mention the plot is actually kind of interesting. THIS coming from the same man who brought us STAR WARS and we know how well those relationships work out half of the time *cough* Anidala *cough*—but it is a movie ENTIRELY about LOVE! I kid you not. 

Though a few places are indeed very very much a cringe, other parts have me squealing like a fangirl! I wish I would have heard about it sooner!   

2. Epic

Originally posted by zombie-chaser

So I guess 2013-2014 were just the years to have stunning visual animation for forest-related characters, in movies that both basically flop in the box office.

Epic was a little slow at times, but it was funny, unique, and had a few very memorable characters! 

I will not lie to you, I am a sucker for ships, and Ronin and Queen Tara never cease to make my heart ache for a whole week after I watch this movie. T_T If you watch for nothing else, at least enjoy the beautiful visuals, A-list voice acting cast, and the FRICKING relationship between the Queen and the most badass guy in this whole movie!

3. Book of Life

Originally posted by waterinmychest

So, aside from slamming me with the crippling nostalgia of watching El Tigre on Nickelodeon as a kid, this movie is witty, gorgeous, and (again unfortunately) more of a musical than I typically look for. 

STILL! I cannot believe it took me THIS long to watch it! It was fun, exciting, and busted all sorts of chops for various people and stereotypes. 

Plus, the fandom for this movie is ridiculously awesome! Jorge R. Gutierrez is very open with the fans with his info/rumors of sequels, and the voice cast nearly killed me. Channing Tatum was one thing, but DIEGO LUNA is the main character!  We’re talking Cassian Andor with more than 5 lines of dialogue and a leading role! ❤ ❤ ❤

And let me tell you about La Muerte and Xibalba—the OTP I didn’t know existed or that I needed in my life—their personalities are so different from what I was expecting and I love everything this movie did to make me think vs what I saw. 

Plus it is produced by Guillermo Del Toro—I’ve been seeing his name so much recently—seriously, what does this guy not do!?

So those are the 3. This is just my opinions of things based on recent exposure to the films, and they aren’t the best movies I’ve ever seen by far, but they were enough to be exciting and they definitely deserve more love than they were given! —or at least more exposure so it didn’t take me this long to watch…

I want like

Another elevator scene with Klance but where they are now more comfortable with each other and its just the dorkiest thing ever because like:

The lights shut down and that’s when Lance speaks.

“Oh, oh no.” He mumbles and moves his arms around in the darkness, earning loud ‘ow’ in response when his right arm hits another human body, “Keith! Keith, buddy! You still here!”

“Lance you saw me like two seconds ago -”

“Buddy, buddy! It’s gonna be okay, okay? Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing. Do you have like one of those phobias of close spaces? No? Yes? Do we need to practice some breathing exercises? Keith, breath! It’s going to be okay!”

“Pppff, Lance -”

“Is this gonna be like one of those scenes where I will cradle you in my arms as you try to regain consciousness after you passed out because of the lack of air? Like, I saw a movie about that last week and it was dramatic and angsty as fuck. Just tell me, I got my dramatic face on.”

“I can’t even see you -”

“Oh the EVIL IN THIS WORLD! Why! Oh, why would life hide this face from those who needs it the most? It’s okay, Keith! It’s okay! Just listen to my voice! Keith, you still there? Keith, don’t go into the light!”

And Keith’s just in the background fuck ING giggling and snorting because this DORK is so endearing and funny and Lance just grins so fucking wide because HE made Keith laugh so genuine and then

Then Keith’s like, “OKAY, okay okay, come on, dude, let’s get started with our Emperor New Groove’s move”, because they ARE NOT EVEN FAZED ANYMORE

And Lance is just like, “Alright, let’s do this partner.” AND I DO NT KNOW MAN I JUST WANT THEM TO JOKE AROUND AND BE TEENS AND HAVE FUN AND BE SILLY.

“Chris Pine was a rare and special casting. We wanted a man who was the true parallel to Diana. A giant spirit who is the kind of man one aspires to be, but isn’t afraid to be complex and leave room for and even compliment another. He is the kind of man women want to believe is out there. He’s also one of the best actors I’ve ever worked with.”

“He is so skilled, wonderful and funny. He’s such a talented guy. He came alive in this environment where he genuinely experienced the dynamic. He actually brought a performance that is so stunning to this film because he did something so tricky where he brought all the comic relief. Chris has those skills to call upon him when we needed it. We were able to go somewhere pretty incredible with him.”

“I cannot believe how perfect Chris was, from the moment we thought of him to the moment he played every second in this movie. Chris is one of the most talented actors I’ve ever worked with in my life. But also, he’s a real man, very comfortable with his masculinity, so much so that he’s not sexiest at all. He completely takes other people on their own face value and is willing to leave space for them, and as a result he’s the perfect boyfriend for Wonder Woman because it’s someone who could actually look at her and admire her and appreciate her and it didn’t take anything away from him. And then he just made us all laugh all the time.”

“Chris is such a gift to this movie because he gave integrity to Steve Trevor. Steve Trevor is intrinsic to her story line. So, we needed to find the perfect guy. Chris is so honorable, hilarious and charming.”

- Patty Jenkins. Director, Wonder Woman.

anonymous asked:

Ironstrange and Stucky

Anon or not, make me choose between:

Ironstrange or Stucky

Originally posted by leothelionsthings

This was a surprisingly hard choice? If you’d said Ironstrange or Stony, I would have leapt right on Ironstrange, but Stucky is one of those end game couples I’ll never get enough of. They deserve each other and they belong together.

But let me tell you all about Ironstrange. DAMN. This pairing came out of nowhere for me. I’ve loved Tony for a decade and I’ll be honest, I knew nothing about Stephen Strange before his movie, because most of the comics I’ve read in my life weren’t superhero comics. I’ve got one of those primitive brains that needs to see two characters on screen together for like 3 seconds and then I’m able to ship them, but Ironstrange got more and more fascinating the more I thought about it and there’s so many stories about them I wish I had time to write but I don’t. So here’s some of my ideas, just to throw into the ether. (there will be IW spoilers in this if anyone hasn’t seen it at this point)

  • Stephen and Tony start out so similar. Once nothing much more than egotistical, rich, self-absorbed bastards, they still both deserved their prestige for their incredible skill, which I think sets them apart from any old rich bastards for me. Tony is a genius engineer, Stephen one of those super-surgeons you hear about who ensure their hands for millions of dollars because they’re so skilled with them. Stephen made all his own money, probably. Tony inherited his, but he’s spent his life keeping that wealth flowing in, so he earned it too.

  • I can see them meeting for the first time at some NYC gala back in their youth when they’re both just out for themselves, and hell, if there ain’t a good story to be had in that - two young, handsome, wealthy members of the New York elite dancing a calculated seduction around one another, maybe for the prestige of that particular notch in their bed post, maybe narcissistically because they’re so similar. Perhaps they hate each other. Perhaps it is rivalry. Perhaps they’re a devilish duo who, for one night only, find their perfect partner in one another as they smooze with the other party guests. Or perhaps the meeting is so brief and insignificant that Tony chucks it in the ‘fucked it’ bucket and moves on.

  • We all know Tony Stark hosts parties, but maybe Stephen Strange hosts better ones. And doesn’t invite Tony. Or maybe Strange doesn’t host parties, but pisses Stark off by refusing his invites. Maybe they’ve only crossed paths as dinner guests at exclusive dinner parties hosted by the police commissioner or the mayor or someone else they couldn’t care less about dining with. Maybe they argue at the dinner table, or maybe they screw in the guest bathroom without even exchanging a word.

  • Maybe Tony forgets all about Stephen Strange. Stephen certainly doesn’t forget about Tony; he keeps up with the news about this billionaire playboy for years after their encounter, watches him dominate the tech and weapons industries, laps up the scandals in the news, gasps with the rest of the world when Stark goes missing in Afghanistan, and even louder then he’s found. When he’s changed. When he becomes Iron Man. Eats his ice cream flavour. Watches his news spots. And by the time he steps out of that portal in IW all he can think about is whether or not Tony Stark will recognise him, and then he doesn’t. And maybe he’s a little disappointed, but his main thought is ‘wow, still a douchebag after all this time’. Or maybe he thinks, ‘how can I impress him all over again?’

  • Or maybe they never meet. In any case, Strange has heard of Tony Stark. Loathes Tony Stark for being just like him, because it’s like not being able to escape your own reflection. Tony’s on the news all the time, on late night TV, and Stephen sees all the parts of him he doesn’t want to admit are bad lit up in lights, talked about on morning talk shows, headlining trashy magazines. Perhaps before he becomes sorcerer supreme, Strange thinks all that superhero crap on the news is a waste of air time, and that the news should focus on the real heroes like cops and firefighters and brain surgeons. But either way, Tony Stark has always been in his peripheral, somehow. Maybe it happens differently in every reality, but the one constant is that Tony Stark is somehow always there.

  • When Tony’s taken prisoner, the truth hits him in the face almost immediately - what he goes through could be seen as a direct consequence of his life choices, and that’s how Tony takes it. He has no period of still being the person he was before Afghanistan - it’s straight into New Leaf Tony, with a new moral compass and not a thought spared for himself. Tony becomes one of the most selfless characters, giving 110% to the world around him and shouldering all his own pain without letting other people see it. He develops PTSD, anxiety, becomes insecure, insular, and yet somehow he handles all of this and still manages to care more about the world than himself. He comes across like he’s still an asshole but he’s not and infuriatingly, no one seems to see that. Even watching him make self-sacrificing actions over and over. Because all anyone seems to see is the Tony he presents on the surface, to the public, to the people who would otherwise worry about him - the Tony who makes quick and nasty comments, acts higher and mightier than he feels, and takes more than he gives. He doesn’t get the respect or patience he deserves, even from his closest friends and loved ones. And sure, maybe he could drop the attitude a bit and discuss his thoughts and let people who aren’t as smart as him understand where he’s coming from, but then he’d reveal that he’s vulnerable, and Tony sees being vulnerable as part of that list above, of things he should hide from other people. Tony never stops to heal. Instead, he deflects outwards, tries to heal the world instead.

  • Stephen’s fall from grace is his fault too, but rather than his life choices, it’s his arrogance to blame. Where Tony’s actions needed overhauling, Stephen’s attitude is the real fixer-upper. His whole life has gone to his head - we see him being an asshole to the people he cares about before and after his crash. But instead of an instant epiphany, Stephen has a long healing process where all he wants is to get back to the life he had before. All this time fighting against his transformation is healing time, and it makes Stephen a stronger, more empathetic, more understanding man than Tony. Because his transformation is of the mind, Strange’s fall from grace made him Tony’s polar opposite when he’d started out as his mirror image. Tony is in the limelight. Strange is in the shadows. Tony goes out of his way to show his face to the public. Stephen hides in his sanctum. Tony protects the physical world. Strange protects the mystical. Strange had all the guidance Tony would have benefitted from, and Tony has all the mental health side effects that come from not receiving. They’re a perfect case of ‘Opposites Attract’ and they’re everything the other needs.

  • Tony needs Stephen’s healing wisdom. His empathy, understanding, ability to see beyond the surface of a situation. Stephen would see through Tony’s public attitude in a second, because he’d recognise it as fake from when he was that person too. He’d be able to cope with Tony’s anxiety attacks and trauma. He’d know the right thing to say, all whilst being able to keep up with him mentally, send insults flying back his way and keep it interesting. Stephen needs Tony to draw him out of his comfort zone. And Tony would help him, because Tony cares about everyone but himself. He needs Tony’s guiding hand in how not to turn and run, in how to be a hero, not just a shield. And Stephen needs someone who can handle him being a show off without taking it personally.

  • Strange never expected destiny to hurl one of Stark’s best friends and teammates through his sanctum window from outer space (who could ever anticipate that?) but it feels a lot like a call to adventure. When they meet (again, or maybe for the first time) as Strange steps out of that portal in front of Tony and Pepper, and introduces himself, he knows there is no going back. Tony Stark isn’t in his peripheral anymore - he’s right in his line of sight and can’t be avoided. And Stephen can’t avoid the fact they are so similar and yet so different, or the fact they’re so complimentary to one another. The way they hark back and forth at each other with petty insults and humour, the kind of humour that usually takes years of friendship to develop without offending someone - that feels even more like destiny. Like they’re supposed to be a team.

  • One thing I love about IronStrange is the different realities. Want to have 100,000 different headcanons on how things happen for them? That’s fine, because realities are infinite. Everything you can possibly imagine happened in one reality or another.

  • I like to think in some realities, they screwed on the donut spaceship. Based on the IW timeline of Stark + Strange go into Space, then Banner calls Steve for help, then Steve and the gang go from Scotland to the USA to Wakanda, and then Thanos going from Nowhere and then on to Vormir before fighting them on Titan (and considering they’re travelling between Earth and Titan) I think Tony, Strange and Peter are probably on that spaceship for at least a few days (if we say alien tech can travel between planets insanely fast) if not a lot longer. Sometimes they probably fuck in the middle of an argument. Sometimes it’s gentle, or out of nowhere, sometimes desperate, lonely, instant, angry, or slowly, with a build up of days; in some realities, one of them gets seriously hurt before they defeat Ebony Maw - the other takes care of them, and the intimacy feels natural. Sometimes their egos get too big for one another and they just end up trying to expend pent up frustration.

  • In some realities, the thought crosses Stephen’s mind, but Tony’s only thinking about Pepper. In others, Tony’s hitting on Strange but he laughs at the idea like it’s insane. Sometimes, nothing happens between them before Titan. Sometimes Tony says no, because Peter is right there with them in the spaceship, keeping himself busy playing with alien tech and trying not to think about how he’ll probably die soon.

  • In some realities, the war doesn’t happen at all. Stephen sees these as he travels through all the possible timelines using the time stone, and perhaps he indulges in a few of them, even though he knows time is short and he should skip them. Some of them, neither he or Tony ever become heroes. In one timeline, he ends up falling for Tony when he becomes one of Strange’s patients. They fall hard, and fast, and deep, but Stephen backs away from that one and tries to pretend he never looked at it when he loses Tony on the operating table. In another, he never seeks out the Ancient One after his accident; he disappears off the grid and gets a dog and lives in the woods. Somehow, Tony still manages to crash land his Iron Man suit into Stephen’s back yard. None of the realities he skims past shows them not meeting at all - it seems the universe can’t keep them apart, no matter how many ways it tries. And Stephen doesn’t know if it’s an outcome of every reality, or the input of his current body experiencing so many possibilities, but he falls more and more for Tony Stark every time.

  • In the realities where the war does happen, it’s much the same, but their time together is briefer and briefer. Sometimes they’re stranded on titan for months, when Nebula doesn’t show up - they build a community there, the small group of them, start building a life. Because there is no other choice. Him and Tony grow closer over days of looking out for one another. Sometimes it’s a stolen moment away from prying eyes, and that’s it. Sometimes there’s nothing, but Stephen’s lingering feelings and Tony taking responsibility for the entire universe and more. And in so, so many of them, Tony dies, and dies, and dies. And they lose. Sometimes Stephen dies instead, and he can’t trust those universes to have a safe outcome because he can’t see further.

  • So he keeps searching, for the one where they win, where they both live, and he learns that Tony has to stay alive. Tony is going to save them all. The only one who can. How cruel, that the universe has put Tony Stark through so much already, and yet has the audacity to come back and ask him to save it. And he will. Stephen almost laughs at that - that after all these years, Tony Stark will turn out to really be the god honest centre of the universe.

  • And to see Tony’s victory, Strange knows he’s going to spend some time dead. The Ancient One tells him he’ll only see as far as his soul goes, and he sees the blackspot, and he almost drops out of that reality to try another - when he sees the light. He knows time continues, he continues, and makes his way back to Tony Stark. Because the universe can’t keep them apart.

  • Giving up the time stone isn’t a hard decision. He realises he’ll die, but he’s secured Tony’s future. He hopes his wording - ‘spare his life’ - keeps Tony safe from the inevitable snap and not just the imminent threat on his life, and it does. Tony Stark has already taught Stephen so much, about self sacrifice, about caring for others, about being a hero. And from all those realities he’s lived through, about love.

  • Tony, on the other hand, doesn’t have a clue about any of this. But he cares about everyone in the universe before he cares about himself, and Stephen Strange is no exception. He respects his power, even if he doesn’t understand it, and he finds himself as quickly attached to Strange as he has been with any of his friends, if not faster. On the spaceship, Tony tells Strange to do whatever he has to, to protect the universe. If Stephen needs to protect the time stone and it means his death, so be it. He’ll fight to that end. He also tells Strange he’ll lay down his own life for Peter Parker, so not to worry about protecting him - Tony’s got that covered. He’d never let anyone harm Parker. He understands how important the stone is, and he respects Strange’s decision to protect it.

  • So when Strange hands it over, Tony’s at a loss. Everything he thought he knew about Strange in the short time he’s spent with him, on the surface it seems he was wrong. Strange has gone back on his word to save Tony’s life, and probably doomed them all. But there’s no time to think, because then he realises Strange has doomed them all, and then everything is quite literally dust in the wind (he curses his nostalgic, fucked up mind, for playing that song in his head as he sits in the dirt on Titan and questions how the hell he’s supposed to go on on with his life.)

  • But over time, because there’s still a war to be fought, Tony starts to understand Strange’s motives; he’s hurting, and his mind is on the people who died around him on Titan every moment as he fights to win back their universe from Thanos. He’d hoped for Pepper’s comforting arms when he returned to Earth, but she’s gone too, and he’s alone. Always alone, with the memories of those he lost. But as things slowly fall in to place, he realises this is the one possibility where they win. That Stephen had it all planned out. He thinks about the man every day, analysing every word they exchanged, every look, every action, because he wants to make sure he gets it right. Does right by Strange’s vision of the future. And the guilt and pain in his chest starts to mutate then, and for the first time in months - even years maybe - he starts to feel hope and hope feels like the memory of Stephen Strange.

  • And by the time he’s won, they’ve won, by the time he’s holding those closest to him in his arms once again, and it’s almost possible to imagine they’d never disappeared in the first place. He doesn’t see Strange then for some time. He wonders if they see each other sooner in other realities, but then remembers this is the only reality now, the only one with this outcome. He goes on with his life. Tries to heal. To rebuild. But Stephen Strange is forever on his mind.

  • Stephen returns to the Sanctum. It’s his job, after all. And just because the threat of Thanos is gone, it doesn’t mean reality is safe. This one needs protecting more than anything, in case anyone else in any other reality learns that they won. He spends his time alone, or with Wong, and he becomes even more insular. Wonders if Tony Stark will ever forgive him for handing the time stone over and putting him through whatever hell that followed. Wondering if he’d just kept looking, whether there would have been another winning scenario, where things didn’t have to have gone so badly before they’d gone well. Whatever he thinks about, Tony Stark is forever on his mind. And it’s weird, to be so distant from each other… because in every other reality he’d seen, the universe could never keep them apart.

  • And one day, it doesn’t keep them apart any more. Maybe they run into each other by mistake, in the street, in the park. Maybe one goes for to the other for help, in desperate need. Maybe one caves, goes to the other because they can’t take the separation anymore. But from that day, the universe never tries to part them again. Because Stephen Strange and Tony Stark are yin and yang. Two halves of a whole. And they are so much better together.

WOW okay, so this became part headcanons, part reasons why I love them, part fanfiction ideas I’ll never write…

But there it is. There is my feelings on IronStrange. I have so much more that I want to say but I feel like this post is getting kind of long? But I’ve not felt this invigorated writing about a ship since I first got into Until Dawn in 2015. So if you want me back on my bullshit, I’d happily write AU headcanons, wedding headcanons, date headcanons, sexuality headcanons, whatever headcanons… PROMPTS IN MY ASKBOX? Maybe? Doesn’t have to be IronStrange I suppose, any MCU right now is on my radar~

Finally, it’s not really a reason I love IronStrange, but when we made our Tony Stark music video back in March, we almost put an IronStrange scene it in where Strange joins Tony, Pepper and Natasha in the bed, but didn’t because we thought it’d be too crack at that point… little did we know, a month later…

Am I expecting we’ll make a Strange and Tony music video soon? Yes, yes I am.

Oh and by the way, I think we’re all missing out. The ship name could have been Doctorman. 

to those who care too much about what others think around them:
you’ll never see these people again. they’re just extras in your own movie unless you decide to make one of them another main character in your life. YOU control this. so whatever they’re thinking is irrelevant because you’re the main character, these people do NOT matter. fuck em.

anonymous asked:

Yakuza!Hanzo with pregnant s/o? During the pregnancy and birth?

((SO I MADE THIS A LIKE TWO PART STORY BECAUSE YAKUZA HANZO IS LIFE….I also do an excessive amount of research on things for this and it FUELED my need))

From a hostess at an upscale bar to the wife of a Yakuza boss. It sounded like the storyline of one of those movies or TV dramas and yet, this was your life. You had drawn the eye of Hanzo Shimada; the sophisticated, suave man of few words who initially frequented the establishment when holding private business meetings. You could feel his eyes on you whenever you had been working and soon found yourself requested as a personal hostess for the sharply dressed man with the hawk-like gaze. Enticing professionality morphed into actual attraction; small gift of affections turning into a request to date you which soon led to marriage.

You counted yourself as lucky. Most of the other hostesses or former yankee girls ended up in loveless, violent marriages with men who wanted a trophy wife and punching bag all in one. Hanzo treated you like a queen; granting your any desire or wish, showering you in gifts and private displays of affection. You wanted for absolutely nothing and lived in the lap of luxury within the Shimada faction walls. Anytime you left, you were flanked by personal female guards and whenever Hanzo had important ‘legitimate’ meetings, you were on his arm as his doting and loving wife. He didn’t involve you with any of his illegal practices, you were an exquisite flower in the garden of his life and he planned to keep you safe. And his child that grew inside of you.


You smiled, Hanzo’s voice was still tinged by sleep, his hands lightly moving over your waist to rest on your growing stomach. You tilted your head to the side as Hanzo placed a gentle kiss against the side of your neck, his chin resting in the crook of your shoulder. You had neither been actively trying to conceive nor working to prevent it, letting fate handle any type of family planning you’d fall under. When he found out you were pregnant, he was ecstatic in his own ways; his eyes lit up, he pulled you to him and kissed you hard and openly in front of the doctor that made the housecall. Hanzo wasted no expense in making sure your pregnancy progressed smoothly; a personal chef on call 24/7, a masseuse that you could visit in person or request on the estate, your own private midwife and weekly spa trips to keep you ridiculously pampered and relaxed. He had even begun accompanying you more after you expressed that you felt lonely with him gone so often.

This is how you found yourself waking with him at least three days out of the week, enjoying a meal or two together as he answered calls and dispatched orders to his secretary who would then pass them onto whomever needed to hear them. You leaned back into your husband, humming contently as his arms wrapped tighter around your body. His lips pressed hard against the side of your neck again, drawing a quiet chuckle from your lips and a pleased sigh from his. Covering his hands with your own smaller ones, you massaged the back of his hands before deciding to speak.

“Good morning dear husband”, you teased playfully, earning a throaty huff of a laugh at the formal nickname. “I hope I didn’t wake you…”

“No dearest”, Hanzo started between another kiss, squeezing you again. He had never made you second guess his attraction to you even through the pregnancy, his level of affection almost growing as you did. “Waking in bed without you however was inspiration enough to rise.”

A wave of nausea had pulled you out of your sleep and forced you out of bed, your hand combing through Hanzo’s hair as you rose as not to wake the man. You had slipped to the down to the kitchen and fixed yourself a cup of peppermint-ginger tea, obnoxiously sweetened to your preference. Turning your head, you gave a soft ‘oh’ when you saw he had already gotten dressed, the white button up covering his once shirtless torso.

Turning yourself around, Hanzo pulled back slightly, your eyes looking him up and down, humming approvingly. Hanzo wore both traditional and modern clothing, both looking dashing on him but the latter edging out with your preference. He wore black slacks, the white button up tucked in but not buttoned all the way up, the navy blue tie hanging undone around his collar and his black hair still down. A warm, thankful smile began to pull at your lips, your eyes connecting with your husband’s dark ones. This was a ritual that the both of you had started from when you had first been brought into the Shimada clan. You initially had been no more than a glorified wallflower; pretty, pleasant and essentially useless. Before meeting Hanzo you had been a working girl your entire adult life, working hard to earn your keep and live your life as comfortably as you could. Doing absolutely nothing left you antsy, restless. So in the morning you would rise with your then boyfriend and assist him with getting ready. You’d pick out his ties and socks, button up his shirts and assist him with putting his shoes on. It made you feel at least somewhat useful before you became the lady of the house.

Reaching out, you pulled him closer so his torso rested against your pregnant belly, one of his hands lifting to lightly stroke at your cheek. Your fingers made quick work of the button up, your fingers playfully ghosting under his shirt to lightly stroke the edges of clan’s dragon tattoo on his left shoulder before closing it. You worked your magic, tying his tie into a trinity knot, your hand smoothing over his chest as you looked up at him affectionately. His hand moved from your cheek to your chin, holding it as he dipped his head down and pressed an affectionate kiss to your lips. His free hand tenderly massaged your belly as he pulled away, smiling down at you.

“Remember to tell your doctor this, beloved.”

You nodded your head, understanding he was  referring to your nausea. He’d text you mid-day just to make sure it had been done and would take care of it himself if your pregnancy brain made you forget. Always watching out for you.

“Of course, my love.”

“Boss we can just force our way back in there…she can’t tell you to get out like that ca–”

Hanzo stopped on a dime and snarled at the man that had dared to speak, his eyes pinning the man with a look that could kill. The younger man immediately bowed, stammering an apology as he backed out of the room at the quiet recommendation from a senior member. Hanzo was known for his chilling calmness, his cutting words and icy gaze usually enough to break anyone who would cross him. But now he was on edge, snapping angrily at anyone that would speak to him as he paced. No one could blame him really. Hanzo had been kicked out of the room by your midwife after snapping at her when you went through a particularly rough contraction, the man demanding to know why the pain medication hadn’t kicked in yet.

So now all he could do was pace while several of his guards fidgeted about, thrown off by their boss’ energy. He could hear your cries through the door, his heart tugging every single time it reached his ears. His twin dragons begged to be set free, to protect their master’s mate, Hanzo was barely able to fight the urge himself. But he knew that it would upset you so instead he would wait, his heart in his throat and nervous flitting in his belly. Time trickled by, far slower than Hanzo would have liked, hours feeling like days. Until the strong, loud cry pierced the air.

It felt as if the world around him melted away, the strong, growing cries of the newborn working everyone into an excited frenzy. Someone clapped Hanzo on the back, another on the shoulder and they were all cheering when the door to the room you had been delivering in slid open a crack. The midwife smiled and motioned for Hanzo to come forward, his men pushing him when his feet froze to the ground, excited and intimidated by the prospect of finally meeting his child.

“Hanzo…come say hi.”

Your voice drew him the rest of the way into the room, warmth exploding in his chest as he laid eyes on you and the small bundle you held in your arms. Your face was ruddy, hair stuck to your skin by sweat, eyes heavy with exhaustion; but he was sure you had never looked more beautiful. He stopped in front of you, his hand lightly stroking your cheek, his other hand shaking as it came to lay gently upon the head of the newborn. The newborn boy fidgeted at his touch, his mouth opening in a big yawn as Hanzo lightly stroked his face. Emotion made his throat feel tight as he dipped down, pressing his lips hard against your forehead, pulling the both of you into a hug. Haruto gave a whine at being jostled, the newborn fidgeting before settling between his mother and father quietly.

“Haruto Shimada”, you hummed softly as Hanzo pulled back, your head falling to the pillow on your bed, patting the space on the California king sized bed next to you lightly. Your midwife hung around the background, cleaning up the area quickly and quietly, the omnic nurse following right behind her.  Hanzo took the seat, taking your hand gently and kissing your knuckles hard, as he scoot back to lay amongst the pillows with you. Immeasurable pride, love, happiness and need to protect filled his being as he looked between you and Haruto contently. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, peeking up at him through your lashes. “Would you like to hold him love?”

Hanzo barely nodded before you were carefully passing the newborn into his arms, the Yakuza head breathing stopping for several moments. Haruto fidgeted, smacking his lips lightly in a yawn once more as he turned into his father’s touch. Hanzo took this time to study him thoroughly; thick black hair covering his head, face chubby and skin ruddy from being birthed. Later, he would say that Haruto was a peculiar looking little thing when he came out but right now at this moment the child was the image of perfection. Your snort drew Hanzo’s attention up, your finger pointing to the foot of the bed with a humored smile.

Yuuki and Ame sat at the end of the bed, curled into a loose pile on top of one another and rest at your feet. The translucent blue dragons were content to sit and wait, intrigued yet protective, instantly acknowledging the new charge that had been added to the family. Extending a hand to them, you gently pat Ame on the head as he moved forward, chuckling quietly as the dragon purred under your touch.

“Keep him safe”, you ordered softly, knowing there was no real need to tell the dragons what to do.

“The dragons will consume our enemies”, Hanzo reminded you, his voice soft but mirthful as he leaned over and lightly kissed you on the forehead, cradling your sleeping son to his chest lovingly.

((I hope this is okay anon! I know I went on a tangent but it was fun!))


because sometimes life is like a movie… just not the one you thought.

includes movie parallels, those gorgeous s4 scenes, and how even bech næsheim came into isak valtersen’s life when he needed it most. tell me this song wasn’t written by isak for even?

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EXO: Chanyeol fluff/angst


chiwords: Another Quiet Night | Hula Hoop | Electric Lock | Of Tone & Taste | 

igotfantasiesButterfly Kisses | 

exo-can: I Have A Secret | This Life |

an-exotic-writer: You Light Up My World | “Promise.” | Fire Places and Kisses | This Red Carpet | Safe & Sound | A Day At The Movies | With You | Slow Dancing | Maybe | Definitely | No More | Playing Basketball | No Need | Have To |

exoswriter: Jealous | 

fabdolousSaranghaeyo | 


everlasting-scenes: Day Off (ft Luhan) | Best Friend

modestlydreamingInvestment ft. Baek & Chen | Confession | Misbehave |

writewhatyouloveMr. Park Chanyeol | Birthday Boy | Winter Kisses | Your Love Keeps Moving Me | Coach Trip | 

duizhangdeluxe: Happy Virus | Confession | 

dreamsthroughthewindow: Expiration Date | 

universitykpopSpoil | They Don’t Know About Us |

causekpopSleep Puppy | Hello My Morning Sun | Those Moments | No Touchy | You Make It Better | Comfort | That Confidence | A Little Tighter | Get Going | Please, No | In-Between | Tense, Relax | Drip Drops | Like A Show | Mini Replacement | Into Submission | Lost Star | Altruism. | On My Mind | What Are Friends For? ft. Kai | Big Enough | Seaside | Anti-You | Starlight |

chan-chanyeol: Attached | Console | Depleted | Marvel | Oneiric | Reprise | Thermal |

thesammtimesYou’re It (ft. Kris) | Happy Halloween |  Expecting | Daddy Issues | Best Friend’s Brother | Melodic | My Answer is You | Knight in Shining Armor? | I Like You A Latte |  AudaciousTIFU |

exobtsimaginationYou Will Always Look Beautiful | How Can That Scare You? | Best Friends | Wonderful Misplacement | Cloud 9 | Firework |  HeartbeatRained In | Winter | A Starry Night | Today is a Good Day | A Constellation on Earth | Run Away, Run To |

keypea: In the Clear | Accusation | Formal | Perception | Thanks | Sunset | LudicDiamond | Future | Hello Stranger | Lilt | Talk Nerdy to Me | Coarse | iwisRoseate | Inevitable | You’re Mine | Let’s Play | Evermore | First ImpressionsAstir | TFLN | Winnow | Homecoming | The First | Effulgent

x-ratedkpop: Your Idiot | Skype Sessions |

i-write-storiesandsuch: Anything | Ambush | Lucky Day | Assistant |

exobtssmutimagination: Code Red (Fluff/ Suggestive Content) | Distracting Performance (Fluff, little smut) |

kbeatzscenarios: A Scarred Heart (Fluff/Smut/Angst) |

taemins-dolphin: Promenade

myexoticfeels: Mistletoe | You and Me | To Be a Girl | Comfort (Angst/Fluff) | Trick or Treat | Age Doesn’t Matter | Apologies | Resistance


exo-can: This Life | 

an-exotic-writer: I Still Do | And I Love You | What Has He Done (slight angst) |

writewhatyoulove: Remiss | Astrophobia | Remembrance |

palpitate-hyperventilateThe Liability of Love | Lugubria |

causekpop: Both At Fault | Together, Again | On My Mind. |

onlylovekpopWhen He’s Drunk | When You’re at the Club | When You’re Pregnant |

noonatrash: Sing For You

exobtsimagination: Depressing Replacement | Sleeping Happy Virus | Bul/Fire | Last Christmas | Baby Come Home | Lost Friend | Not so Perfect | Kiss Away the Pain |

thesammtimesMove |

keypea:Mortem | Inutile | Somber |

universitykpop: Nobody Else |

exobtssmutimagination: He’s Just a Friend (Angst/Smut) |

kbeatzscenarios: A Scarred Heart (Fluff/Smut/Angst) | 

taemins-dolphin: Blame Game

jjangpanda: When He Cheats on You on Your Anniversary |

myexoticfeels: The First | Comfort (Angst/Fluff) | 

Kylo Ren

I’ve wondered what is it about Kylo Ren and Adam Driver that is so distinct and completely Kylo Ren. I’ve been a fan for a long time (since Girls started) and Adam Sackler doesn’t look like Adam Driver who doesn’t look like Kylo Ren who doesn’t look like…

I think it’s the physicality of his performance. He just bodily changes into Kylo. I never like I’m looking at Adam Driver when he’s Kylo. There’s also something about his gaze. It’s just kind of disconnected like he’s seeing and hearing more than what’s actually right in front of him, which kind of makes sense considering Snoke’s in his head and he’s deeply connected with the Force.

And his expressions. They’re just so idiosyncratic and distinctly Kylo. I am certain he pulls them out just for Kylo and it blows my mind.

Adam is amazing and I thought that before I fell in love with Kylo. There’s this scene in season 1 of Girls, he’s monologing in a play for Lena Dunham’s character, Hannah, and he’s just so magnetic. I wish I could find it because it’s so electric in that quintessentially Adam way. And he’s talking about something asinine–masturbating or summer camp–and Hannah just sits there and watches. And it’s fucking something. Even watching it as a TV episode you can feel the connection with Adam. It’s overwhelming–he is overwhelming in his intensity.

I’ve never encountered it with any other actor before. Not even close. There’s something that is so real and genuine about every role he plays and it blows me right the fuck away. 

And, oddly enough, I think that is what some people find offputting about his portrayal of Kylo. It’s raw (power hah) and vulnerable as fuck. Sometimes, it’s hard to watch. Sometimes, it hits so close to home that watching is all I can do to keep from bursting into tears in the theatres when he’s performing.

It’s uncanny. Unnerving. Forces people to look at the bad, the insecure, the shit they pack around with them and really make them look at all the ugliness we have within ourselves and wonder if he’s more of a reflection of our own self than we wish.

We’re all a mess of emotions and Kylo is the expression of that angst and unknowing and fear and hate and longing and desire and every ugly beautiful thing that makes him so tragically fucking human.

So frustratingly relatable.

People love to glorify the heroes in this story. Rey. Finn. Poe. Leia. Luke. And I love them all. I really do. But they’re not me. I’m not them.

But Kylo. He’s my guy. I’m ride or fucking die for him. And I know more than a few people who feel the same. I only hope that Kylo is given a proper conclusion in IX because I don’t know how my heart will take it if he isn’t.

And it’s fine if you hate him. It’s fine if you see things in him that scare you. He’s meant to be that way. But don’t fault others for seeing the flaws and wanting to get to the core of who he is, of what he’s become. For seeing the monster and loving the man within that character. For seeing ourselves reflected in the exaggerated shape of his character.

Because there’s a little monster in all of us and whether we’re able to admit it or not can be key to our own personal growth.

Life is hard. Forgiveness is needed. Forgiveness doesn’t mean you forget and you’re not less of a person for looking beyond the darkness and seeing something worthwhile. Because Kylo isn’t Snoke and this movie goes a long way to show it. People like Kylo Ren are the ones who need forgiveness the most.

The last thing I need in my life is another metaphor for how once you fuck up, you can never come back from it. I’ve seen that. Been there. Done with it.

This quote from Rose really hit hard for me, “This is how we’re going to win. Not by killing those we hate, but by saving those we love.”

I really hope it’s true. Star Wars has always meant a lot to me, more than a movie probably should, but it gave me hope and laughter and love in a life that was sometimes hard to go on living with.

And Kylo Ren/Ben Solo… “No one’s ever really gone,” Luke says. And I hope he means it.

Reunited Lovers


Anon Prompt: Could you do a Owen Grady X reader Smut where the reader is an old lover of Owens and they bump into each other at the park and ba bam magic happens lol…..I love your writing

A/N: I am in a Chris Pratt mood today and I finally have time to write after my shitty day.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT and swearing

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Holy shit! You were looking at dinosaurs- actual living dinosaurs.

You could barely believe your eyes as you looked at the petting zoo enclosure where you were to begin your first day as a carer for the Stegosaurus.

“So you need to keep an eye on the kids as they tend to prod too much and we don’t want Steggy to bite their hand off” your new boss, Josh, joked.

“Has that happened?” you gaped at him.

He laughed, shook his head, and walked off while you stared after him.

“Well I guess I will never know” you sighed and walked into the office you have been assigned.

“Hey Y/N, did Josh give you his scare tactics?” your new co-worker, Jade, laughed as she filed the parent consent forms for the kids playing in the pen.

“He was messing with me? Of course” you shook your head.

You spent an hour setting up your desk and filling out the needed paperwork to work at Jurassic World.

“Come on guys, we have a park meeting to attend” Josh walked in and waved for you and Jade to follow him.

The training center wasn’t too far away and when you got there, the room was buzzing with noise among the 30 or so trainers.

“Oh there`s the T-Rex trainer, Steve. Awesome guy but terrible kisser” Jade pointed to a blonde haired man wearing a cork hat who waved a little too enthusiastically at her.

“Ugh there`s the raptor trainer, Owen” she swooned, “he`s so…hot” her hands waved at the man in question.

Looking over, you freeze. Owen, the one from your senior year of college.

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little-dreamy-bird  asked:

Hello, I'm a 15 year old girl living in Germany, my dream is it to become an animator (preferebly in 2D animation) but I don't really know how. I want to attend a school for it but most of them are expensive, private academies. How is it possible to become an animator? Are there certain things I can do to achieve this dream and is it even worth it in the long run? I can't really imagine doing something else so I really need to figure this out.

On art school:

I would say, when it comes to going to school, you’re going to have to figure it out on your own. This is one of those big decisions that you’ll have to make in your life. I would say thinking about it is good, but that you still have plenty of time to decide.

There are advantages and disadvantages to going to art school. Advantages are that some formal training can help you learn terminology and learn from instructors in ways you don’t even realize you need to learn and simply won’t learn from videos or online tutorials. They can point you to things you didn’t think about because they’re people, not an algorithm, and they can take a much more personal approach to helping.

Another thing that helps about going to art school is that you have a lots of peers around you that are interested in the same subjects as you, learning the same things as you, and come from a variety of places and backgrounds that you aren’t aware of. It’s a very eye opening experience. This was something I never fully understood until I went to college. These people become your friends, your teachers, and your connections to more opportunities later in life. I’m 30 and I’m still hanging out with and learning of new jobs and opportunities from people I met in college more than a decade ago.

All that said, college is expensive as hell. Going to college can give you mountains of debt. It can put a damper on all kinds of things you might like to do at some point, such as buying a house, starting a family, or saving for your future. Now, you’re in Germany, so I don’t know the rules there, but in the US it’s huge albatross around people’s necks, especially because they can’t even refinance.

Some people also just don’t work well in a formal environment. That age is an age full of self discovery and you don’t think it will be helpful to go to school, don’t feel like you HAVE to go to school. I know people who went to school and dropped out and have quite successful artistic careers. It’s not a career killer if you don’t go, however, you’ll be missing out on all the stuff I mentioned above and will have to work doubly hard to make sure your work is good and that you’re meeting the right people who will help you out in your career. The life of a freelancer, especially in the beginning of your career, is very difficult to say the least. Either way, I know plenty of people, regardless of whether they went to school or not, who didn’t achieve much in the way of financial success until their late 20’s up to mid 30’s.

The fact is, you said “I can’t really imagine doing something else” and I totally get that. I was and am in the same place. There’s just a thing inside of you that drives you toward art and it’s something that your parents and other peers probably don’t really understand, so you don’t have anywhere to look for help or guidance. I get it.

I would say it IS worth it in the long run. As far as anyone can know for absolute certain, there’s no life after this one, so I better make sure that I enjoy what I’m doing the majority of my day because someday I’ll die and that’s it. The end. If I didn’t enjoy my life and at least do what I can to help other people enjoy theirs, then it was a complete waste of time.

So here are some things you can actively do right now to help for the future that don’t include college:

1) Draw from life.

Draw the world around around you and the people you see. Draw your friends. I guarantee you’ll love that you have drawings of your friends in the future, probably even just a few months in the future.

2) Pick up a drawing program.

It IS an investment, but it’s an investment in your future. Learning this stuff before you enter the adult world will give you a leg up on other people. I was learning photoshop and 3D animation programs when I was a teenager (which at the time was EXTREMELY unusual) and it definitely helped me in the rest of my life as my learning was already ahead of most people. Programs you can start exploring now: Photoshop, Maya (free for the student edition), Toonboom, After Effects, Flash/Adobe Animate, and Illustrator. I would even check out Unity, Unreal Engine, and Gamemaker because a lot of modern day animation is in video games, not just on TV or in movies. You’re also still a student, so you might be able to get those programs cheaper than normal.

Again, all you need to do is be a little familiar with these programs, you don’t need to be an expert. Hell I probably only know about 15% of photoshop’s capabilities but because of my familiarity with it I can easily look up anything I need to if there’s a situation that calls for it.

3) Draw some more.

Seriously, you can have all the fancy programs and equipment in the world, but if you don’t have the basics of drawing down, they’re all worthless. People think they can buy their way into making good art, but time is the only currency. Make art all! Post it online! Try to find people who can help you in your art! You should always be exploring art, trying new styles, etc. Live and breathe the stuff, even if no one is there to help or guide you. This is what drives you as a person right? So let that drive take you wherever it takes you and don’t step away from it.

4) Stop drawing!

This is my top piece of advice for all artists: actively seek out new experiences. Anytime someone says “do you wanna try ____?” say YES. Try new food, go to a weird tourist trap, move to another country, stay in a hostel and talk to people you wouldn’t normally talk to. It takes active effort to do things that are outside your comfort zone. As soon as you feel that tug in your gut saying “No” ask yourself why? Most of the time it’s just fear of looking foolish because you’ve never done it before. But what if it’s something you turn out to like? You should try it, just in case.

The reason I say to do this, and how it connects to your work, is that if you don’t have a wide variety of experiences to draw from, no one will care about your work because there’s nothing novel there for them to be interested in. Experience are inspiration and they’re what connect all people. For your art to have something to say to someone, it has to come from somewhere. Art is putting yourself in someone else’s shoes and seeing things from a different perspective and connecting it to your own experiences. So what do you have to offer? If it’s just the experiences of sitting in front of a cintiq and drawing? That is incredibly boring and, frankly, rather depressing. Go out and explore the world.

Hope that all helps in some way!

Sen Chris Murphy calls out Congressional cowardice.

Senator Chris Murphy’s [D-CT] full statement. 

“The paralysis you feel right now — the impotent helplessness that washes over you as news of another mass slaughter scrolls across the television screen — isn’t real. It’s a fiction created and methodically cultivated by the gun lobby, designed to assure that no laws are passed to make America safer, because those laws would cut into their profits. My heart sunk to the pit of my stomach, once again, when I heard of today’s shooting in Texas. My heart dropped further when I thought about the growing macabre club of families in Las Vegas and Orlando and Charleston and Newtown, who have to relive their own day of horror every time another mass killing occurs.

“None of this is inevitable. I know this because no other country endures this pace of mass carnage like America. It is uniquely and tragically American. As long as our nation chooses to flood the county with dangerous weapons and consciously let those weapons fall into the hands of dangerous people, these killings will not abate.

"As my colleagues go to sleep tonight, they need to think about whether the political support of the gun industry is worth the blood that flows endlessly onto the floors of American churches, elementary schools, movie theaters, and city streets. Ask yourself — how can you claim that you respect human life while choosing fealty to weapons-makers over support for measures favored by the vast majority of your constituents.

"My heart breaks for Sutherland Springs. Just like it still does for Las Vegas. And Orlando. And Charleston. And Aurora. And Blacksburg. And Newtown. Just like it does every night for Chicago. And New Orleans. And Baltimore. And Bridgeport. The terrifying fact is that no one is safe so long as Congress chooses to do absolutely nothing in the face of this epidemic. The time is now for Congress to shed its cowardly cover and do something.”