It-Only-Takes-a-Moment

Director Andrew Stanton explained why he used excerpts from Hello, Dolly! in an interview:

“When I got to ‘Hello, Dolly!’ and I played 'Put on Your Sunday Clothes’, and that first phrase 'Out there…’ came out, it just fit musically… I finally realized, 'You know what, this song is about two guys that are just so naive, they’ve never left a small town, and they just wanna go out in the big city for one night and kiss a girl. That’s my main character.’ And then my co-writer, Jim Reardon, said, 'You know what, he could actually discover an old tape in the trash, and that’s how he got inspired by it, and it’s a great way to show that he’s got a romantic slant.’ So we started looking at the movie, and when I found the other song, 'It Only Takes a Moment’, and saw the two lovers holding hands, I realized, 'That’s a perfect way for my main character to express the phrase 'I love you’ without being able to say it.’”

The vacuuming robot that follows WALL-E and EVE has a robotic version of the song “Put On Your Sunday Clothes” (from the “Hello, Dolly!”). It’s the first two lines of the song’s chorus in electronic form. Stanton came up with the idea of using 'Put on Your Sunday Clothes’ from “Hello, Dolly!” as he had portrayed Barnaby Tucker in a 1980 high school production. Hello, Dolly! composer Jerry Herman allowed his songs to be used in the film without fully realizing how or why. When he saw how they worked in the film, he claimed it was “genius”.

The Signs As Monsters
  • Aries: Fast and deadly. They blend into the forest. Will kill you without making a sound. You won't see them until it's too late.
  • Taurus: Eyes like steel. Spikes stick out from their shoulders. They have a growl that makes your bones vibrate. You hear it before you see it.
  • Gemini: Red eyes and black feathers. They come come down from the sky in flocks and carry victims away in their claws. They hunt at twilight.
  • Cancer: They look like beautiful people, but their nails are too sharp and their hair is long and wild. They lure people to their deaths with their attractiveness and sweet voices.
  • Leo: Giant beasts that tower over the trees. Bright scales and rows of teeth. They have a ferocious roar that shakes the ground. They enjoy stepping on people but are careful to not hurt other monsters.
  • Virgo: Small but clever. With large violet eyes and grey fur. They will snuggle into your arms and then scratch and slice you with their claws. They always win.
  • Libra: Slithers in trees with glistening scales. They strangle passing humans and eat them whole.
  • Scorpio: Very very fast. You only see a passing shadow. If you feel a sharp pinch then you're already doomed. It only takes a few moments for the poison to set in.
  • Sagittarius: Bright eyes and gorgeous teeth. They float behind you and sing lullabies in a strange language until you fall asleep. You'll never wake up.
  • Capricorn: They decorate the forest with exotic flowers and grow vines from their tail. It will come at you from behind as you admire their work.
  • Aquarius: They look like humans with extra limbs. Too many arms and legs. Five eyes and no nose. Yet they move beautifully and aren't actually dangerous. People just fear them because they do not understand them.
  • Pisces: They move in packs and hiss at the moon. They have bright blue eyes and silver fur. They come at you from all directions.

be there. 12x12 coda. deancas. (ao3)

Dying is different when it happens slowly.

Concern is rolling off of Dean in waves, and underneath that is fear and desperation and a dozen different types of longing that, for reasons Castiel still doesn’t understand, Dean has never acted on.

Dean tells him it’s not that bad, that he just needs time, but no one is a good enough liar to make that one believable. Even if Dean were, it wouldn’t matter. Castiel knows exactly what Dean’s denial looks like.

He knows exactly how this is going to go, too, in spite of Dean’s protestations. He can feel the rot radiating out from the wound, spreading through his chest, crawling down his arms and numbing his legs. Time moves on, and the last thing it’s going to do is heal him.

Castiel gathers the last shreds of strength left to him and takes a deep breath. These will be his last words, and he wants to make sure they’re good ones.

He knows it’s cowardly to tell the Winchesters how he feels only now, when he knows it won’t cost him anything, when he won’t have to deal with the fallout. I love you feels strange and unfamiliar in his mouth, but he doesn’t regret not saying it sooner. The words scare them all, especially Dean. He can see it in the way Dean can’t meet his eyes when he says it. He recognizes it for the rejection it is, and some small part of him is glad he won’t have to live with that.

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anonymous asked:

LI's walking in on the warden having a cute moment with their baby?

Alistair: Honestly, he didn’t think it was possible to love her any more than he already did. He stood by opting to not disturb them, his heart swelling with love and pride as his beloved continued with her coddling. Though, his plan of not disturbing his beloved and their child did not last long, taking only a moment to scoop the both of them up in his arms. He had a family, and Maker did he love them.

Leliana: Oh she can’t help herself, they’re just so cute! She joins in with the both of them, creating a cuddle pile: the warden snuggled tightly beside her and their child laying on top of them. It is, for lack of a better word, perfect.

Morrigan: She just stands there, silently observing with the smallest hint of a smile spreading across her lips. Dozens of questions passed through her mind, “Was mother ever like that, once upon a time? When does the time for childish tomfoolery to end and learning life lessons begin? Will the child-my child-be a mage?” She cannot-will not become her mother. This child is her’s, her’s and her lover’s. Things will be different.

Zevran: When he walks in on the two of them, he spends a moment trying to commit every little detail to memory. The shape of his beloved’s face as a smile stretches from cheek to cheek, the soft coos and tiny hands of their child, the peacefulness and purity of the situation… he hasn’t had many moments like this. “Ah, now if you only played with me like that” He says with a coy smile before setting himself down beside them, not intruding, but not separate either.

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Bellamy X Reader: Angst, smut

Request? Yes:

Bellamy smut where he sees one of the delinquents try to get the reader in bed, and he beats him up. Reader argues with him and he tells her he just wants to protect her, and sweet sex comes afterwards.

Author’s note: I wrote this pretty quickly, so I apologize if it’s got some grammatical/spelling errors. I just wanted to give something to my lovely followers that have stuck with me since the beginning. I really appreciate those of you that haven’t deserted me since the Harry era began. I know it’s probably sort of annoying. Xoxo. Hope you enjoy!


It’s probably been the best night you’ve had on the ground. All of the delinquents are surrounding a monster of a bonfire. There’s been no sign of grounders for a week, and everything seems so peaceful. Monty made up a large batch of moonshine and Finn found a stereo somewhere, complete with a collection of music more than a century old. Everyone is bubbly with alcohol and calmed by the tunes. Even Murphy lets his head bob along to the beat.

Your own body is buzzing with intoxication, just to the point of a pleasurable, meditative happiness. All of your nerves are electrified and the music digs its way to your core. It only takes a few moments of observing the scene before you’re on your feet with another small group of delinquents, swaying with your eyes closed. Nothing matters but the soft beat of the drums and the chill of the air.

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Fallen Castiel part ??

Originally posted by jessestar10

Seriously, why’s that female in the first pic? Could someone explain? 

However, let’s forget about her. Let’s focus on fallen Cas —

OH GOD LOOK AT CAS’ FACE. HE’S LIKE OH MY DEAN YOU’RE SO PRETTYYYY. Seriously what’s wrong with me. It’s not good time to post. I’m going a stir crazy. Too many energy drinks. Just read these. Fallen Cas. Good. Caffeine. 


Title: the taste of gravel in the mouth

Author: beenghosting

Rating: Explicit

Words: 22,395 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: THIS ONE RIGHT HERE. Read it. Reeeeeaaad it. I fucking love it. I can give up Heaven for this. I volunteer! I’m here! Take me!

Summary: This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore.

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Title: and build a house around you

Author: subcas

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2,614 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: Good old fashion case fic. Once in awhile you just need to read these. Unless you’re Admin A who doesn’t read non-AU fics ever. It’s strange. I need this kinda situation happen in the show. Can you see this coming? CAN YOU?

Summary: After a close call on a hunt, Dean and Cas try to work out their frustration.

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Title: after a storm

Author: museaway

Rating: Mature

Words: 10,482 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: I love this! I hate the part in which Dean tells Cas to go. I want to go and slap Dean on the face and be like YOU FOOL DON’T LET HIM GO HE CAN’T EVEN BRUSH HIS TEETH. Now I get my happy story in which Dean wasn’t stupid. (No, I wasn’t thinking about the fact that Sam might have died.)

Summary: Despite Zeke’s threats, Dean doesn’t tell Cas to leave the bunker. He revels in their burgeoning relationship, content to end his day with Cas asleep on his shoulder, even if they’ll always sleep in separate rooms. Cas is it for him. But when Cas begins to experience physical urges he can’t control, he asks Dean for a hand—metaphorically, and later, literally.

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Title: Bring Up the Deep

Author: beenghosting

Rating: Explicit

Words: 22,680 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: Good old Case fic! This is a newer one, so pretty much one of the fics that I have recently read. It’s good, I like Cas in it and I like how Dean and Cas are. Very canon. My brains are not working.

Summary: They went back and forth on whether or not to make the drive until Sam found an article in the town’s local paper dated a week earlier about a lobster fisherman who swore a monster sank his boat.

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Title: ten thousand words

Author: bree_black

Rating: Explicit

Words: 13,238 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: This is so saaaad. Makes me so sad. I wanna cry now and I just read the summary.

Summary: In 2009, a man who claims to speak to God gives the not-quite-an-angel-anymore Castiel his Polaroid camera. “Use it wisely,” he warns. “Cameras are a strange sort of magic. They hold on to the energy of the moments they capture and keep it alive past its time. That’s why we should only take photographs of our happiest moments. There’s no sense prolonging our pain or sadness, but love and joy are worth saving.”

During the next five years, Castiel superstitiously takes nine photographs of his happiest moments. When a second Dean arrives from the past, Castiel knows he’s been sent to witness something catastrophic, something so terrible Zachariah believes it will scare Dean into accepting his destiny. He senses the end is near, but Castiel can’t quite bring himself to take the final photograph. Dean does it for him.

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here in the grass with you

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina

Words: 4,690

Tags: One-Shot, Porn Without Plot, Porn With Feelings, Fighting, Blowjob, Minor Character Death (It’s not anyone we know from the cast, it’s Tobio’s old judo teacher, don’t worry lol)


Kageyama punched Hinata in the face, then whirled around and kicked him in the ribs, sending him flying onto his back. Hinata landed with an oof, then a snarl, and he sprang back up. He dashed in close, raised his arm to block Kageyama’s left hook, jabbed in with his own slug right to Kageyama’s belly. Body shot. Kageyama gasped, groaned, rolled away from the hit. He danced on the balls of his feet, bounced side to side, arms raised around his head. He narrowed his eyes at Hinata, murderous intent pouring from him. Hinata looked back at him with just as much wild, manic energy.

    “Okay, everyone! That’s enough for today. Wrap it up!”

    Kageyama and Hinata relaxed at once, lowering their fists. They took off their padded sparring helmets and gloves, bowed to each other, then bowed with the rest of their judo class to the teacher at the front of the room. “Thank you, sensei!” the students called.

    The teacher dismissed them, then took her bag and left. Kageyama and some others gathered at one end of the room, chatting in low voices. A few of them were complimenting Kageyama’s skills, and he accepted the compliments with silent gratitude, a little awkward around the others. Some of the students in the class with him were younger, but most were a few years older, some even full grown adults. They praised aspects of his sparring like his sturdiness and strength. He just thought he’d been too stiff.

    “Oi, Kageyama.”

    Kageyama’s face clouded, and the room stilled. The people talking to Kageyama went quiet. He looked up from his bag.

    Hinata Shoyou stood over him, bag already slung over his shoulder. His gi hung open at the front, his arms crossed over his bare chest. He was breathing hard, beads of sweat glinting on his forehead. Kageyama stared at him coolly, hoping his own perspiration wasn’t obvious. Around them, a small crowd of the other students silently gathered. He ignored them. He had eyes only for Hinata.

    “When are you going to beat me for real, Kageyama?”

    A muffled chorus of oohhs came from the younger students, and the older adults chuckled.

    But then Kageyama dropped his bag and stood to his full height, his legs planted firmly, fists clenched, shoulders broad and hunched with power, and the snickering laughs choked off. Most of them had never sparred with Kageyama Tobio before. Most weren’t good enough. Most were too afraid. Only one ever sparred with him, the only one Kageyama bothered to pair with. Hinata. But the rest of them still recognized the power in his body, the latent strength lurking in his muscles that, when he took his stance, radiated from him like an aura of death.

     Everyone instinctively backed away. Only Hinata still stood in front of him, arms crossed, staring straight up at him, unfazed by Kageyama’s height or strength. To him, they were only obstacles. Something to climb. Kageyama’s lip curled.

    “I can beat you anytime you’d like, dumbass,” Kageyama said, planting his hands on his hips, casual as could be. All his awkwardness was gone. Everyone knew of the rivalry between these two. It seemed like Hinata was the only person Kageyama could talk to without any anxiety, but was also the only person Kageyama strove the most to best in every single lesson.

    “How about right now, Bakayama?” Hinata’s face was flushed, and his eyes gleamed. Kageyama knew the others couldn’t see it, couldn’t detect the subtle shift, but he could. Hinata’s entire body practically vibrated with an energy that wanted release. Kageyama hated to admit it, but his stamina was nothing compared to Hinata’s. How he could keep going was beyond understanding.

    But if Hinata wanted to fight, who was Kageyama to say no?

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GREY AREA. (M) 11

 And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.


Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Word Count: 12,039 yikes!
Chapter Index
◇ Soulmate!Au, Slowburn, Angst



Over the short magnitude of time that Min Yoongi has been a part of your ever moving life – his decision or not, you have come to discover one thing about his complex character, and that is: when you think you have him figured out, he does something to throw your entire thought base off balance and send it spiraling into the depths of somewhere unknown.


This is what happens the following Monday when he ventures into your shared English Literature class.


Now, when you had told Jungkook to pass along your reply to Yoongi, you weren’t sure he had received it. Because you had yet to acquire a text message from him. That’s right, not a letter, word, sentence, or paragraph had you received. In fact, you were starting to wonder if Yoongi had indeed changed his mind regarding the friendship or not.


To be honest, it wouldn’t surprise you.


Because, after all, trying to guess when it came to Min Yoongi was trying to guess the weather. There was a fifteen percent chance that the New’s was correct and a seventy five percent chance that something irrational could happen and everything would change.

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everyone is gay: the sequel // evak & magnus

even and magnus are hiding something from isak.
(sequel to everyone is gay: the musical)

When both of their phones go off at the same time, it means either one of two things: 1) Eskild is telling them to keep the noise levels down, or 2) there’s a new message in the guys’ groupchat.

Since the closest contact they have with each other’s fun zones (at the present moment, at least) is Isak lying with his head in Even’s lap, Even can only assume it’s the latter.

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Every single show has made the remarkable choice of the *worst* possible song they can use to promote their show. Even without Bette, Hello Dolly could do Put On Your Sunday Clothes or It Only Takes a Moment. David Hyde Pierce is essentially being thrown to the wolves. Groundhog Day is consistently and embarrassingly blowing their airtime and they have OPTIONS. And Dear Evan Hansen did Waving Through A Window a half a million times and with Ben Platt on vocal rest, it wouldn’t hurt to get one of the more ensemble-y numbers.

An Infinity of Yes

I don’t have a lot of time this morning and I really shouldn’t be writing this, but…

I’m still happy!  And as is my way, I had to write about it.  So, a moment away from the angst to celebrate the momentousness of a yes.  For the nonnie who requested a little celebratory smut…

Cause I don’t know if you ya’ll knew or now, but Emma Swan and Killian Jones are engaged!

Originally posted by captainswanouat

Under the cut for the normal, smutty reasons…

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Watched “Hello Dolly” last night. Honesty! A bit lengthy a couple different scenes where I fast forwarded. If you absolutely love the whole thing good on ya mate! Haha it was a bit much for me! But enjoyed getting to this scene finally haha this is like right before the end of the movie like last 40 ish min. I was like “Ahh Here is the scene from Wall-E!!” Haha 😂 sry peoples

anonymous asked:

would you please write some more supercorp? whenever you want! thank you!

alex lets her get away with moping for only four days before she strides into kara’s apartment, a sense of purpose dressed in leather. she shuts the door behind her and, instead of responding to what feels like an appropriately indignant “hey that’s my door, remember!”, alex just snaps her fingers and points kara to the couch.

she places her helmet on the kitchen island, taking a moment to steady herself as kara decides—of her own volition, not because alex is scary at all—to take a seat on her couch.

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hold me by the heart | M

In which Hoseok is ready to help you, but you can’t seem to stop running away from him.

Originally posted by hobismole


pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: sports au with volleyball player!hoseok
warning: rated M for my sanity slowly slipped down the drain along with some other bodily fluids.
word count: 5,933
notes: this fic wouldn’t have seen the light of the day without
@ohsuga !!! so thank you for supporting me all the way through pidge !!!


Sweat drips down your face, crashing onto the pavement as you focus on the constant sound of your worn out sneakers breaking the silence looming around the track. The sun is slowly peeking over the horizon, soft rays painting the morning sky with vibrant hues of orange and red. Your hair is dripping with sweat that has coated your frame, clothes clinging even tighter to your flushed skin.

“She can’t play anymore… The future is uncertain… Not good enough…”

The recollection of scenes plays vividly in the forefront of your mind, and you shake your head as if you can somehow will away the painful memories the mornings eerie quietness helped surface. Not even the mild breeze or the soothing scent of the magnolia trees are enough to scare off the ghosts of your past, but time and patience helped you find a new distraction: running.

Inhaling shakily, you quicken your pace until you’re sprinting down the track, as if to run from your own thoughts. It takes but only a moment for your lungs to burn and thighs to shake from the exertion. You can taste, hear, feel the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. Two more laps to go, you urge yourself, two more and–

“If it isn’t my favorite early bird!”

A familiar voice echoes through the field and your concentration falters. As your head swings around in search of the owner of the voice, you sense your legs giving out to exhaustion, limbs crashing down from the adrenaline high.

Your palms and knees burn hotly as you skid along the hard gravel stone of the track, the pressure in your palms enough to balance the rest of your body. Hissing in pain, you take a deep breath as a series of profanities fill the crispy air. You clench your fingers into fists in an attempt to reign in your emotions, but your lashes are brimming with unshed tears; you hastily wipe at your eyes, the mixture of grime, blood and sweat across your cheeks making the effort pointless.

“Y/N, fuck… I–” The male voice gasps, sounding way closer. From the corner of your eye, you can see him bending at the waist, panting like a dog. There is a beat of awkward silence as he catches his breath. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I… Oh, oh fuck,” he sputters, “you’re bleeding! Let me take you to the infirm–”

“I’m fine,” you deadpan, dragging the back of your hand across your wet forehead, not bothering with the rest of your face. Your mind conjures all the ways the coach is going to punish you for being so careless, and you bite back a groan, already dreading the countless push ups, squats and six a.m jogs around the campus. Exhaling one more time, you throw your assumptions aside, pushing yourself up before biting your bottom lip to suppress a cry from the pain that shoots up your left leg. “I’ll… I’ll walk myself…”

Your legs shake unsteadily and your body staggers forward as black dots swim in front of you. As the corners of your vision dwindles into a messy blur of colors, you hear a distressed shout of your name as strong arms grasp your waist.

“Ahh, stubborn as always…” The person murmurs from above you, a hot breath of air fanning your reddened cheeks as he adjusts your weight under his arms. “You should be more careful, y’know?”

With little strength left, you turn your head against his collarbone and look up at him with a pained grin. “Well, it’s all your fault, Jung.”

His booming laugh is the last thing you register as your eyes roll back, the world around you swimming into unconscious darkness.

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