a bunch of cars

Iconic moment of summer 2016 was being in a car getting high w a bunch of brand new friends in a brand new city and everyone else was repeating the phrase “orgasms are fascist” and I was melting into the seat like I’m too high for this let’s go do karaoke

anonymous asked:

hey you've probably answered this before but who was the first musician you really loved? like when you were a kid and finally realized music could be more than lullabyes and shit

Oh holy shit… the very first?? probably like Boston or something lmfao i used to go nuts to More Than A Feeling in my dad’s car and we had a bunch of their albums in my house growing up

The past few days have been spent camping in the mountaintops - catching sunrises, sunsets, a moon rise, going star gazing, building bonfires, hiking in the rain, being battered by freezing winds, meeting interesting hikers, eating dehydrated food and splurging on real food when in town, having the car surrounded by a bunch of Elk who decided to lick the car for some reason.. All in all, a great collection of moments and memories. 

Photo taken at Max Patch, North Carolina.

Photographed by: Paolo Nacpil ( tumblr | instagram )

Balloons
  • Daithi: *enters the car with a bunch of balloons in one hand*
  • Terroriser: *looks back from the steering wheel* Are dey helium balloons?
  • Mini: *looks back, disappointed* Oh for fucks sake!
  • Daithi: Yes, they-
  • Terroriser: I told you, the car can't be filled with helium balloons.
  • *loud commotion in the car as it starts to fly*
  • Terroriser: See, it's too late now, we're flyin' away

“I had a dream and then I grew up.“

WARNING: Contains La La Land spoilers, please don’t read if you haven’t seen the movie!

I haven’t felt so emotionally invested in a movie for a long time. From the moment I saw full-grown adults hop out of their cars in a LA traffic jam to break into spontaneous song and dance, I knew this was going to be movie that described the lens from which I see the world. 

La La Land is about a musician and an aspiring actress who meet and fall in love in Los Angeles. Seb loves jazz and Mia loves telling stories on stage. Both are struggling to make ends meet but as a team, they give one another the confidence to pursue their individual dreams. 

As their relationship progresses, Seb joins a contemporary Jazz band which gives him the security of money and a stable job. His decision sees him parting ways from his dream of opening a traditional Jazz club. Mia attends one of his sell-out concerts, where she watches him play on an auto-tuned keyboard with a pained look of shock and disappointment. 

As Seb goes on tour with the band, they see one another less and less. One night, Mia returns home to a surprise of a candle-lit dinner prepared by Seb. The romantic night turns ugly as Seb tells Mia that he would be touring with the band ‘for the long haul’, and Mia refuses to tour with Seb because she has to stay in L.A for rehearsals. It becomes apparent that what hurts Mia the most is seeing Seb give up his dream to play music that he hates. Seb is hurt because Mia is unable to compromise her work for the relationship. As they argue about their dreams, they are forced to snap back to reality as the smoke alarm goes off. While Seb tends to a burning oven, Mia walks out. 

Throughout the movie, we see Seb and Mia loving one another in ways that they believe is best. Tragically it tears them apart. For Mia, the pursuit of individual dreams was so foundational to their relationship. From the moment she heard him play piano, she was drawn to Seb’s passion for authentic Jazz, and his relentless zeal empowered her to write her own play. She’s strong-willed and follows her heart. As loveable as she is, we almost forget that she’s flawed, and had no hesitation walking away from her boyfriend as soon as Seb was in the picture. 

Although reserved at first, Seb warms up to Mia’s enthusiasm and undeniable charm. Her down-to-earth personality loosens him up so that they end up singing and tap dancing their way through the night. After overhearing a phone call where Mia’s parents questioned Seb’s financial stability, he made the difficult decision to join a band he hated so that he could have a stable job. While Mia believes that love is enabling the other to pursue their dreams at any cost, Seb believes that love may come at personal sacrifice: 

“This is the dream! It’s conflict and it’s compromise, and it’s very, very exciting!”

The movie tugged on my heart strings because I am, and have always been a dreamer. I remember at 10 years old, I won my school’s singing award and was chosen to audition for a solo at the Opera House. My parents didn’t have the time to take me to the audition so my choir teacher offered me a ride. 

I remember that car ride because it was the first time somebody believed in me and recognised my creative talents. (Also because my teacher’s car didn’t have air conditioning, and I had to use tissues to clear the fogged up windscreen!) I really wanted the role not so much for myself, but to make my teacher proud. Unfortunately when I stood in front of the judges, I was strangled by nerves and my throat closed up. There’s nothing more painful than letting down people who believe in you, whether it be a teacher, parent, friend or spouse. Rejection stings. I felt Mia’s pain at each failed audition immensely. 

Mia: “Since when did you care about being liked?”
Seb: “Oh you’re an actress, you can talk!”

In high school I took dramatic arts very seriously. For my high school certificate, I wrote and performed a monologue called ‘True Beauty’. It was based on the character of the ugly stepsister because deep down, I’ve always felt like a villain without a voice. As someone who had to constantly fight against a stereotype that I could not be (the high-achieving Chinese girl), I wanted to give women who failed to meet cultural norms, a chance to share their story. I got very high marks for this project, but it was also the project that marked the end of my dream. Upon applying for university, my parents told me that Western media would never hire a Chinese girl like me.

“I had a dream and then I grew up.” 

I spent the next 8 years in events and marketing, and while I love my work, I’ve never quite let go of my passion for drama. I still watch theatre with starry eyes, because the stage reminds me of a time when I was pursuing something that I loved. With the encouragement of my husband, I applied for an Australian acting agency and to my surprise, they agreed to offer me representation. My agent and my husband genuinely believe in my potential, and yet instead of jumping at all my audition opportunities, I find myself hesitating. 

My husband shuts down every excuse - I mean, what do I have to lose? The truth is, everything. I love that my husband sees potential in me that I do not see in myself. Much like Mia, his way of loving me is to inject me with confidence and to see me flourish in the way that God has wired me. Like Mia, he would send me straight to Hollywood if the door opened! His knowledge of who I am, and willingness to support my strengths makes me feel incredibly loved. 

But I’ve learned to see love as Seb does. While I have dreams to be an actor, I will make joyful sacrifices to ensure that my marriage is never compromised. Because I love my husband, I am willing to build new dreams. Because my husband is the object of my affection, I have reoriented my goals so that we can have mutual passions. Because my husband is worthy of my respect, I am willing to move cities so that he can live out the life that God has called him to live. 

When you love another person, joyful compromise follows. I will happily turn down acting work if it means that my marriage stays strong and I have the time and energy to support my husband in church work. Some may call it conservative or a waste of an opportunity - I call it love. 

Seb’s character embodies joyful sacrifice. Love for Mia transforms his stubborn Jazz-orientated heart into one of compromise. A life with Mia changed his affections, and redirected is life goals. As Seb and Mia part ways so that Mia can pursue her dream in Paris, Seb makes the promise “I’ll always love you.” 

Seb: “I’ll always love you.”
Mia: “I’ll always love you too.”

It’s the happy ending that the audience longs for, but we all know that relationships are so much more complex than a naive promise that we make to another person before real sacrifices are required. 

This is why the ending is so moving - it’s love in real life. How many of us have made rash promises to another that we simply couldn’t keep? Mia is now a wife to another man, and together they have a child. She stumbles upon a jazz club named ‘Seb’s’ (the name that she had once made up for Seb) and for the first time in 5 years, is reunited with her ex-lover. 

As she walks in and sits down with her husband, she locks eyes with Seb and he carefully plays the tune that had originally drew her into his arms. As the song plays, a musicale montage of Seb and Mia’s perfect life where they pursue their dreams and live happily ever after floods the screen. The ending that is only possible in the movies. 

As the musicale montage fades, we’re left with Mia stepping out of the club and giving one final, but longing look at Seb. The director leaves us with the haunting question: is your dream worth the sacrifice? 

As someone who is hardwired with youthful optimism in a broken world, I found this movie both magical and heartbreaking. To all the fools who dream, you will love La La Land, but make sure you bring some tissues because after all, life is not a musicale: 

Here’s to the ones who dream
foolish as they may seem,
Here’s to the hearts that ache,
Here’s to the mess we make.

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Emergency Commissions!

So I recently just had to put down a bunch of unexpected money on my car. I get paid monthly so it’ll be a couple of weeks before I get any more income and so I am opening up some commissions in the meantime.

I do these mini-portraits of actors so if you would like one, please message me!

They are on little 3x5 standard notecards and done in ballpoint pen. I can do humans and yes I do need a reference picture.

They take me about an hour or more to do (the elaborate hair took me two hours) so I will take $10 per head or more if you want to donate.

Please and thank you!

I can’t wait to get my license so i can drive away with a bunch of fresh fruit in my car and wearing nothing but lingerie and listening mixed cd’s about girls being happy

Lair lair Pacman pants on fire

Prompt: “That escalated quickly.” & “Says the guy walking around in pacman pajama pants.” 

Requested by: @quicksilverbells

“Well that escalated quickly” you sighed sat on the side on the road, surrounded by all the suit cases from the various cars you were traveling in. This was meant to be a family trip and by family trip you meant a bunch of mutant misfits that had been shoved into cars while Professor X proclaimed ‘This is going to be a great opportunity for you all’. It was nice he wanted to give us the same experiences as other children but we weren’t like other children.

You looked around again at the various different suit cases that were on fire, along with Professor X’s car.

“Why are we still sitting here?” Peter whined annoying holding his arms restlessly.

“Because someone thought it would be a great idea to wear Scotts glasses!” You snapped back.

“Hey!” he shot back just as quick “That wasn’t my fault okay, I didn’t know he could do that”

“Children please” Professor X pleaded pinching the bridge of his nose in despair of his vintage car he was so clearly fond of, while Scott stood there just wishing the life would put him put his misery.

“Oh yea? What did you think those were for?” you whispered to Peter through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know, I just thought the guy was cool” You scoffed, as if. Everyone saw Scott destroy the tree in the yard when Alex brought him here.

“And you just wanted to be cool, huh? Says the guy wearing pacman pajama pants

“Scott burnt my pants! And these are a classic”

“Classic if your five maybe” You grumbled under your breath. You layed back on the grass, we were going to be here for a long time and you’d had just enough of Peter Pacman pajama pants.

And If It Ever Happened (No One Has To Know) ~ Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Because despite being stuck on a bus for a three hour long car ride to a youth conference with a bunch of other awesome hyperactive candy addicted teens, I’m bored and still lacking a life. Also, for SJ’s Submission Sunday. Because by the heck not?

Or: Thomas learns about colors, his jacket is explained, and (Y/N) makes plans.

Warnings: Brain aneurism, child coping mechanisms, arguing, car accidents, bad French and Irish (Google Translate, people, bc I know nothing) character death, mentions of suicide, depression, hospitalization, a couple people get punched, mentions of homosexual relationships (in case that makes you uncomfortable - sorry never gonna change it those two are too precious in my mind) also it’s my first imagine so it probably sucks (be warned!) but it will sort of get better (ish) towards the middle of the story (beginning is on the bad side of OK and I’m not sure about the ending.), probably insanely OOCish and Mary Sue/Gary Lue ish characters that tend to go with shit writing like mine, plus this is the first time I’ve written an imagine, and my writing was already sucky enough as it was, so take that how you will.

So have fun with that

Modern AU, feminine pronouns

Masterlist


At four years old, Thomas Jefferson knew enough to know how to understand others, and what he understood was that all the boys on the block thought that pink or purple or any color reminiscent of them were for girls. (Except for red, because red is cool, like fire and blood and a knight’s horsehair plumes; and blue, because blue is cool, too, like ice and deep sea diving and the big, big sky that all those jets flew through that they were going to fly someday.)

He knew all the colors in the rainbow: red and orange and yellow and green and blue and purple, and black because that’s always what was between the other colors, and white because that was what was on either end of it in the shape of big, fluffy clouds.

Not pink.

Pink didn’t count, he thought.

At age six, his mother takes him to the local hardware store to look at paint samples, and he looks up at the giant wall with a gaping jaw as he takes in the impossible number of colors-within-colors. (Even pink.)

He sees some sort of grey splotch near the top of a yellow card, though, and doesn’t like it. He decides it doesn’t belong there.

“Mama, why is there another color on this one?”

She looks at him, brow risen in slight confusion, before she realized what his little finger is pointing to and chuckles.

She bends down real, real low, so they’re at the same eye level.

She’s tall, he thinks, not for the first time. I bet she could fight giants.

“Thomas,” she tells him, a small smile on her face and an amused twinkle in her eye. “This isn’t supposed to be another color. This is the name of the color. Like green is called green, and orange is called orange, but these ones are…,” she paused for a moment, mulling over the words as she tried to find a way to explain it to his young mind. “Different,” she finally settled. “They’re longer, and weirder.”

“Oh.”

“Like this one,” she took down a shade of light, light orange and yellow, that reminds him of when those very colors clash on the - the nex - neckt - nectarine. “They call it Brooklyn Skyrise.”

He frowned. That didn’t sound like a color.

If he looked at it, it was actually really nice.

“What’s Brooklyn?”

“It’s a city in New York, Thommy.”

He stared at it a little while longer before nodding his head firmly. “I’m going to live in New York,” he decided confidently.

His mother’s eyebrows rose.

“I’m sure you will, Thomas.”

(And if he didn’t have any idea where New York was, then he didn’t say anything.)

She then pulled down another one, a murky auburn, leaning more toward red, and he is reminded of leaves right before fall.

“Here’s another one. This one’s called Dragon’s Blood.”

His grin lit up his face. “Cool!”

He is seven when he finally meets her.

She is bold and she is brilliant and despite the fact that she is a girl, she seems to possibly be one of the only people in that class that he might actually like.

Besides James, of course.

He decides to save himself the humiliation and stick with becoming friends with James.

It’s okay, though.

He’s not the only one who’s noticed you.

It’s when you hit another boy that he finally gets the courage to talk to you, opposed to all the other boys who look upon you with both awe and fear, and scattered every time you came near.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” was the only answer he got back.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/N). What about you?”

“I’m Thomas.”

“Cool.”

It was quiet for a little while.

“I saw that you punched that boy,” he informed her.

“Everyone saw it, dummy,” she shot back. “It was during recess.”

His face grew hot and he practically recoiled, not knowing at first what to say to that.

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Looking back at old opera photos and it’s clear my role was make as many faces as possible.

Varieties include: “oooh he did not!”, “bitch, please”, roll eyes back as far as possible, and deadpan to the camera like you’re on the office… among others. Lol.

This was a fun show: “Tickets, Please.” A bunch of rail car workers find out their boss has been philandering with all of them so they lock him in their office and beat him up together.

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Yoosung being very happy going on a date with Seven.

I mean, “I’ll be so happy to get a ride in Seven’s car with a bunch of Honey Buddha Chips in my arms.”

the guy can’t wait. LMAO

And Seven actually checking on Yoosung via GPS to make sure Yoosung is safe.

Seven trying to court poor college student Yoosung with Honey Buddha Chips and computer.

AND YOOSUNG HAS NO CHILL. OMG.

“I wish Seven would give me some attention too.”

OMG YOOSUNG!!!

AND SEVEN WTF, YOUR BOYFRIEND ALREADY ASKED TO STAY THE NIGHT AND YOU DON’T EVEN GIVE HIM SOME PRECIOUS ATTENTION???

Christmas Surprise (Sam Drake x Reader) SFW

Originally posted by iwasborntobereal

A/N-I was wanting this to be uploaded yesterday but I was away all day at a Christmas dinner/party and didnt get back till 1am…but here you go!

Description: Sam is away on another job, you don’t know how long for, so you spend some of the christmas period with the rest of your new family. You get a call from Sam and he says he will still be away over Christmas, maybe even the new year, but little did you know that he has a surprise for you on Christmas day!

Stepping out of the car, you open the trunk and grab a bunch of bags; Christmas presents for Nate, Elena and Cassie, mainly Cassie.

You have traveled to Nate and Elena’s for Christmas, alone. Sam is away on a job, which he has needed up being away longer than expected, but you are expecting to have a Skype call with him later tonight, which you are excited for; having not heard his voice in nearly a month.

You reach the front door and knock.

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Listen to the Playmoss playlist: Dramatic Stairs: A “Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku” Mix by Mizaki
The perfect mix for fighting the patriarchy, turning into a car or just climbing a bunch of stairs is here!

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1.Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku (original flavor) 2.Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku Banyuu Inryouku (Akio/Apocalypse arc, you know, the elevator version) 3.Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku: Adolescence of Utena –(CAAAR!) 4.Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku (Musical version) 5.Club Mix: Absolute Destiny Apocalypse (Let’s dance!)  6-7. Club Mix: Absolute Destiny Apocalypse-J.A. Seazer Medley - Parts 1 and 2 (We got all the duel songs remixed in here. Really cool)8.Bossa Nova: Absolute Destiny Apocalypse (From The Absolute Destiny Ball) –Stairs music turns into elevator music 9.Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku (Karaoke) –Now it’s your time to sing! 10.Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku (Rush Team Cover) 11.Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku (True 8-Bit Mix) 12. Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku  (Orchestral Arrange)

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Do you know why other generations have such a problem with millenials?

Because we don’t care so much for the American Dream.

Talk to a millenial, do they want a big house and three cars and a bunch of kids? Nope.

They want shelter. safe spaces. food. respect. meaningful work. meaningful art. healthcare.

We want the simple things.

And we don’t want them just for ourselves, we think everyone is deserving of these aspects of life.

But that doesn’t work with the American Dream.

Because the American Dream is about “stuff”, not meaning.

That is why other generations have a problem with Millenials.