last night was one of those truly remarkable summer sunsets. After a long day of middling success chasing a beast of a multi-cell system a couple hundred kilometres I grabbed some dinner and when my golden hour alarm went off a bit after 8pm I wanted no part of it.
but then this.
I came home with 150 or so images that make make my heart happy. I saw stuff that makes me glad to be alive. glad to be so lucky that my body works (kinda okay) and I have the luxury of living this life. not everyone can. not everyone gets to spend at least a part of every day doing the thing they get out of bed for.
I’m reading “evicted” right now and it brings me back to living in a shithole in the city in constant conflict with drunk, or crazy, or just asshole neighbours and in constant flux because of slum lord landlords. my life is so very different now than it was. I can do laundry without the risk of a fist fight over the dryer.
I have my little hail bulleted kia wagon and a phone that nags me every single day to make more. do more. see more. feel more.
sometimes I don’t even know what to do with the bounty.
ps. don’t read evicted unless you want to be equally parts depressed and frustrated.
Fandom: Zootopia Pairing: Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps Rating: K+ WC: 2586 Summary:It’s Valentine’s Day at the ZPD, and love is in the air! Judy’s arranged a rose exchange, giving her partner-in-solving-crime the perfect opportunity. Nick just might summon enough courage to tell Judy how he really feels about her…
…Or maybe he’ll just get Clawhauser to do it for him. A short, fluffy, two-shot fic for the holiday!
Hey guys! I’m back with MORE lyrics haha! This time, it’s for Sadistic Song Vol. 2, Kanato’s「快感(kaikan) DEATH-TRUCTION」. Srsly, i thought this song would have an EXTREMELY twisted translation cuz you know how Kanato is, but surpsrisingly it’s kinda cute, and poor Kanato, it feels kinda lonely… It’s not an innocent song, but we know that’s how DL is and tbh, I thought it would be worse haha. Even though i don’t like Kanato very much, i like most of his songs (Kirisaki Carnival is one of my favorites), except for his version of Gin no Bara, it creeps me out SO MUCH.
Haha, that was great! How about headcanons for their first kiss?
Ugh my heart!!! I love stuff like this!!! Thank you for the head canon!
To be honest, it was probably right after Keith rescued him from the galra ship in space during season three (and I know he’s most likely a clone but for the information we have now that he’s “not” a clone I’m going with it)
When Shiro disappeared, it broke your heart because not only is he gone and possibly dead, but because you never had the chance to tell him your feelings towards him
So when you see him, covered in tattered clothes with crazy hair and terrible injuries, you have never seen him more beautiful and, even better, alive
It then became a classic running scene where you run towards him, but you slow down to stand right in front of him, and you kiss him long and hard
At first he was caught off guard, but he then melts into it and kisses you back
“You don’t know how long I have been meaning to do that.”
The first kiss between you two isn’t exactly romantic
It started when you told Keith that maybe going on missions with him wouldn’t be the best idea because you aren’t as good of a fighter like everyone else and you don’t want to get in the way
Keith doesn’t really know how to express himself, so he gets mad that you would even think so badly about yourself
This then turns into an argument because he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you understand your true worth
“I don’t want to get in the way, Keith!” “But you’re never in the way! The team needs you- I need you!”
With that he pulls you in and kisses you hard, his mind not thinking clearly as he wants you to know everything at this point
After that there’s definitely no going back
Sometimes when Hunk is trying out new alien foods, he likes your help in making new good creations
This one started off as just a little project, but then turned into Hell’s Kitchen when nothing was working
Finally you come up with a new thing to add and when the two of you try it, it’s so good that Hunk almost cries
“This is so good I could kiss you!” “I mean…I wouldn’t mind that…”
At first he thinks you’re joking, but when he sees the seriousness in your face, his laughter soon disappears
Instead he smiles as he leans towards you hesitantly, and almost as if in slow motion, his lips press against yours, sweetly and contently
It was during a mission and the two of you had to sneak on a galran ship, but you didn’t realize how guarded it was, so there was a ton of back to back fighting
You were surrounded by the galran robots, each one firing at you from different angles. Its started getting to a point where there were too many of them and you didn’t know it you could fight them all off
Just as you were about to loose hope, a blue bolt of light flashes by your face and hits a soldier that was just about to strike you. If you moved an inch, the shot might have hit you
You look to see Lance, shooting the soldiers from above and helps you finish them off. Once the coast is clear, you run up to him as he removes his helmet.
“You saved my neck back there!” “Well, I knew you could handle it, but-” It was then that you kissed him, but you couldn’t savor it for long as more alarms started to blare, but you both knew that there’s more where that came from
Late one night while you were wondering the castle because you couldn’t sleep, you stumble to find someone else in the same place you are
Your first defense was to get mad that they stayed up so late, but then you sounded like a hypocrite, so you offer to have a surprise slumber party in her room
At first Pidge was surprised, she wasn’t expecting this on her nightly trip to the kitchen, but she agrees never the less
The two of you stay up in her room, talking about nothing in particular, but then you guys get so tired that you get slap happy and brutally honest.
“Did you have a crush on anyone on Earth?” “Nah, luckily I have a crush on a green goblin who’s a paladin of Voltron.”
Pidge starts giggling like a fool, but doesn’t giggle as much when you press her lips to yours, drunkingly on love
Wow. I don’t know what to say. This is something I never thought I would get. I know that there are blogs with a lot more followers than this, but you guys, you’re my followers, and for that I’ll always be grateful. It’s because of your support that I make the strides to be the best I can be, as both a blogger and person. Which is why I want to say to:
This is just an important note to all my followers. I feel guilty.
A lot of you often tell me you love me, and I appreciate it and it makes me feel so warm inside! I love it. I really, really do. :)
I just have to be upfront. I’m REALLY bad at saying “I love you.”
This is oversharing, but my uncle (my childhood abuser) used to always make me say “I love you” after each abuse. And saying that phrase is REALLY hard for me. He ruined it for me in a way.
You are more than welcome to tell me but please don’t be hurt if I don’t say it back. When I respond with hearts and stuff like that, that is me trying to tell you that yes. I feel the same way.
I just choke when on the actual words. I can’t even say them to my parents or my last girlfriend, or real life friends. I just don’t want anyone to feel hurt. <3 I’m working at this, but saying it is a trigger of mine and I hope to de-trigger it for myself eventually.
Starting at sundown on the 21st, I keep a candle lit on my altar. I consecrate the candle with Saint John’s Wort oil and homemade incense. Before it burns down completely, I light a new candle from the wick of the old one and switch them out, keeping the fire alive throughout the longest night and into the day of the solstice.
The next day, just before sundown on the 22nd, having kept the flame lit for almost 24 hours, I take my candle and my supplies out to the forest.
I find my ritual space, pouring out some holy water on the ground and lighting incense for the local forest spirits.
My ritual for the darkest day and the end of the year is one of healing, growth, and recovery. This year has been a good one for me, overall, a year of accomplishments and new journeys. But no year is without hardships or failures, and now at the end of the year, I am burying my struggles and pain and greeting the new year without them.
I take the heart of an animal, previously cleansed and consecrated for this ritual (it is paramount, when using remains of the dead, to ask permission and give offerings to it’s previous owner) and after my invocation, I cut it in half. I rub the inner chambers with salt, purifying the any wounds. Then I stuff the heart with bittersweet berries, rosemary, thyme, bleeding heart flowers, and dried peony petals. I speak my incantation, pouring all my intent into the work. I ask the spirits and the land for closure, for healing, to help leave my struggles behind me, and to join me in the new year. I thank them for their guidance and protection this year.
I sew the heart back up with kitchen twine place my wreath of holly around it. The wreath was made on the day of the autumnal equinox, the start of the dark half of the year, and I have kept it on my altar all fall. Holly, being an evergreen hedge plant that lives throughout the winter, has been my protection and warding plant of choice. Now, at the solstice, the days will start to grow longer, the sun will get higher, and I’m returning my wreath to the land.
I pray over my offering in the dark woods. When I’m ready to close my ritual, I pour Saint John’s Wort tincture, Saint John’s Wort oil, and dried Saint John’s Wort flowers over the wreath and heart. Saint John’s Wort, one of my oldest plant allies, is the most holy herb of the sun. It is phenomenal for protection and exorcism and I use it in three forms to honour the return of the sun. When I have finished my prayers, I take the candle from my altar and light the wreath.
I keep vigil over the fire as it quickly circles the heart. The dried holly burns quickly and the wet meat of the heart is relatively untouched by the fire. After the wreath is ash, I dig a pit in the earth and I place the stuffed heart and ashes of the wreath inside it. I leave a final offering of holy water before burying them.
Now my ritual is done. Afterwards, I thank the forest and land spirits, I release my circle, and at last, I blow out the candle flame that I have kept lit for an entire day now. The longest night is over and my vigil is complete.
Behind the Scenes of Evolution of the Daleks / Daleks In Manhattan (Part Four)
Excerpt from the DVD Commentary by David Tennant, Nick Briggs (voice of the Daleks), and Barney Curnow (Visual Effects On Set Supervisor)
[talking about the Tenth Doctor screaming up at the Daleks] Nick Briggs: Now this was incredible, David, you doing this. You had to do so many takes and so many different shots of this, and every time you were working yourself up. Of course, I do hear everybody’s mics on my headphones
David Tennant: Oh, all the radio mics get sent through to you
Nick: Yeah, I get that all the time, so I could really hear you going through agony to get yourself to the right pitch <tries to mimic David’s heavy, fast breathing noises> …and it’s really quite disturbing, actually.
David: We did do a lot of coverage on this, didn’t we? Because there’s so many people to cover, I suppose. You try to give it your all each time, but unfortunately I think I slightly overdid it because there’s a scene that we filmed the next day, which we’ll come to later, where I sound a little bit vocally worse-for-wear, frankly. That will come ‘round in about 20 odd minutes time.
Nick: I think it paid off, because you just have that fear that… It’s like with me doing the voice, because it’s never about the shot for my voice. Every time I have to do it at the big pitch just in case they decide to use that bit for technical reasons.
Nick: And likewise for you - it would be Murphy’s Law, as it were, that the one take you weren’t happy with and up to pitch that for some techinical reason that should be the shot
Nick: I was very impressed
David: Well thanks, Nick
Other parts of this photoset [ one ] [ two ] [ three ] [ five ] Other behind-the-scenes photosets are available [ here ]
By all means, rant away. I understand you completely. I try to remember to leave comments. Sometimes I’m busy and forget to and I try to do it. But I know how disheartening it could be to not get comments. I’m thinking of putting my Series Rewrite on hold. I work for 5-7 months on one season and I get hearts and stuff but rarely any comments. I love writing it but I hate that no one comments. I really hope people start t realize that we do this for free and we don’t have to do this.
Honestly I am not trying to be bitchy but I don’t get the busy argument. If I spent 10 min reading I can spend 30 secs leaving a comment and less than 30 reblogging it to my q.
I think series rewrites struggle in general cause our show has so many eps. I know I don’t start reading any cause I don’t have the attention span for that. But yeah if you read it comment. It goes for everything and I wish people would reblog instead of reply cause the best stuff first is screwing all creators over too.