all to myself behind the scenes

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Ven… He was here…

sometimes i get emo about tarjei because what a talented boy but also? you have to be really open minded and sensitive and mature and compassionate to not only take on a role like isak’s but also bring it to life the way he did and it’s truly special to see a teenage boy with pretty much no experience achieve that? and like, we don’t KNOW the guy which is good and please pleaseeee let him stay a private person because that’s obviously what he wants but even with not knowing much about him, i allow myself to assume that he’s a really good person and a talented person because of the work he’s done on skam and i just!! i hope all his wishes come true and honestly it’d be lovely for him to have a long and successful career as an on-screen actor and for him to be known internationally for his talent but tbh if he wants a smaller career and if he wants to experiment some more with theatre or behind the scenes or anything really then that’s amazing too and i’m sure he’ll be fantastic at it and i just hope he gets to keep doing what he loves because i think he truly truly deserves it 

What Is The Shape Of Your Monster? – Get Out and Thought-out Horror

Get out.

No, I’m dead serious. If you haven’t already seen Jordan Peele’s Get Out yet, I need you to do me a massive favor. I need you to bookmark this page, close this page, and absolutely do not read this page— or any other essay or article on Get Out— until you’ve finished watching it.

I’m not just saying this because this essay will contain major spoilers for a movie that is best enjoyed going in knowing as little as possible— I mean, yes, it will— but most of all I just want as many people to see this movie as possible. It is by far the most socially relevant American movie to come out this year, at time of writing, if not one of the most socially relevant pieces of American art of the past decade.

It’s also just a very good movie.

(SPOILERS START NOW)

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13/100 days of productivity

01.30.2017 - I know this is not the kind of aesthetics I usually reblog or even post, it’s too dark, too full of information and not neat at all… Well, I wanted to post it to show what it looks like before it’s ready… This is my annotations pre-mind map, they are confusing, dirty, heavy, not aesthetic, but do I care? As long as it gets stuff done, no, I don’t. It was a productive day of reading and annotating, it was not pretty, but I’m still proud of myself…

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These are pictures of Chalo running a race against himself, and I have good news: he’s winning.

anonymous asked:

I really want dan to tell us stories of is rebellious teen years like his experimentation with drugs and party life and stuff... too bad he won't because of how some fans will react to it, like emulate it or go crazyfan about it instead of just listening to it and having a laff

i wrote this and sent it to myself i love time travel :) ok but like.. i want him to tell us abt his Cool Boy life so much… bad party stories……. first times he got high n drunk……… best things he acted in and tiny behind the scenes snippets and stories of the funny things his drama class did ……….. stories abt his friends that arent necessarily abt Them but the Things He Did With Them ie “emos go to the mall”…. hes not even that cool but like i just wanna Know all the dumb teenagery things he did i want to make fun of him so bad

i just keep having this one.. scene? in my head about the joker kidnapping jason and harley for shits and giggles (and to get to batman ofc) and at some point he’s like focused on jason giving a monologue like “i have two of my favorite people all for myself.. locked away to never been found..” etc and jason is like.. bitc.. who says it’s not the two of us who have you trapped all for ourselves?.. cue harley appearing from behind the joker to knock him out while jason gets out from his restrains,

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La brume dans mes Lunettes

Location:  378 Rue Saint-Zotique E

Metro station: Beaubien

Hello friends ♡ It’s certainly been a while since I’ve written on this blog… I apologize for that - I’ve been caught up with school and midterms, but I tried my best to update my Instagram at least (IG: legendoftamar). 

I come back to talk about one of my all time favorite coffee shops in Montreal. I’ve been saving this one because it’s not only one of the best I’ve gone to, but it also holds a special place in my heart. 

Let’s take ourselves back about a few months ago. On a cold November morning. Fall had just given in to an overwhelming snow storm, introducing winter to Montreal. When the first snowfall hits Montreal, a lot changes in the city. People get angrier, drivers forget how to drive, students arrive to school an hour into their lecture, the bus system gets suspended; basically, everyone loses their mind. Including me. 

I woke up that morning in a bad mood. I was in a bad mood not because of the snow. I was in a bad mood every morning. To understand why, we have to take ourselves back to many other moments of my life and frankly we don’t have time to relive so much of the past. Long story short, I have anxiety. And at that point of my life, it was taking over. I couldn’t deal with it and I didn’t want to deal with it and instead I woke up every morning in a miserable mood. I put on my makeup and put on my smile and went on with my day. But this morning, something in me changed. Maybe it was the snow that made me go insane. 

I was determined to go to a cafe before school. To leave the stress behind for a few hours. To runaway to a place I felt comfortable and at ease. I decided to take an earlier bus to the metro and make it to a cafe I had been wanting to go for so long. And where does the insanity come into play? The coffee shop was a good 10 minute walk away from the metro station. A 10 minute walk in a snow storm. In Montreal. Not Vancouver - where their snowstorm is basically 3 snowflakes per hour. It was pouring and the wind was insane but I still did it. The snow made me lose my rational thinking, but sometimes it’s good to be illogical and just go for it. I was the only one walking on the streets. My motivation impressed me. However, I should mention that I also forgot to save the route to the shop since I didn’t have cellphone data. I walked up and down streets like a lost little pigeon.. in a  middle of a snowstorm… but I found the place eventually. You couldn’t imagine my happiness when I saw “La Brume” through my snow-covered glasses.

As I was going in, I thought how lucky I was going to be to have the whole place to myself since no one else is as crazy as me to go out on a day like this. But when I opened the door, I realized the cafe was packed. To almost its limit. I could hear laughter, coffee brewing, milk being steamed, keyboard typing. I could smell freshly made pastries and fresh coffee. And the coffee shop scene I was witnessing - of baristas running around, students working and friends talking - was beautiful. Coming in from an almost deserted winter storm, where only the snowflakes dared to dance in the wind, I was greeted with warmth and people. The barista spotted me in the crowd of people and said hello from behind his counter. Sitting down in a little corner on the bar by the window, I looked around and all I could feel was happiness. Coffee lovers’ passion for coffee and company is contagious. I caught myself smiling and it wasn’t part of the make up this time. This was better than having the place to myself. 

This shop really does live up to its name. “La Brume dans mes Lunettes” means “fog in my glasses” in French. All their windows were fogged up, which gave the shop a gorgeous feel and isolated the cafe from the cold scene of the winter storm. My actual glasses did fog up also when I came in, so bonus points for that! I also realized the cafe had a little corner for an individual seating by two windows which was probably their best seat. Maybe I’ll get it next time. The walls were covered with interest art and decorations. Their main aesthetic was wooden. It was an overall beautiful cafe.

I spent an hour pretending to read my Differential Equations notes, but really all I was doing was taking pictures of my latte. But it made me happy. And sometimes, that’s all that matters. Sometimes you have to treat yourself to a beautiful moment - outside of school, outside of routine, or just outside, in a snowstorm.. It’s important to take some time to regenerate. If you’ve been going through a tough time - may it be for a few years or a few days - and you suddenly get the urge to spoil yourself by running away from reality for a little bit, do it. If you’ve been working hard to try to figure out life and doing your best to be your best, then you deserve having moments that make you happy. Getting out of your usual cycle can make you see life in a different way and put a lot in perspective. In my case, it allowed me to stop. Take a breath. Freeze in the cold. Rethink. Regenerate. And decide. Decide that I wanted to be happy. Decide that I wanted to stop being a slave to my anxiety and start learning to deal with it.

Maybe We Will - Theo Raeken

@justnormalgirlwithbigdreams So sorry for the big delay in posting this imagine! I’ve had a lot of stuff going on for months and had exams! I hope you like this fluffy and sort of smutty Theo imagine you requested! :) xx Thank you!


The wind was violently forcing my hair to fly into my face, my eyes and my mouth, distracting me from the book in my hands, making it virtually impossible to completely concentrate on my reading. I knew it would be easier to just sit inside and do my work, but the truth was I liked sitting outside on the bleachers during lacrosse practice. The fresh air cleared my head, and seeing my friends, Scott, Stiles and Liam practicing gave me a few laughs every now and then. By some miracle, every single time I looked up one of them fell over, or just made an ass of themselves.

I was usually accompanied by Lydia, Kira and Malia, but since Kira joined the team too, it was just the three of us.

And there, as always, stood Theo Raeken, leaning against the railing, acting all “bad-boy”ish.

Every time he was around, Liam and Stiles always sneered at him.

I mean, I never really understood what was wrong with Theo- I didn’t really know him, only what I had been told. He’s bad news, he’s a liar, he’s manipulative, he tried to tear us apart.

I didn’t really understand why they acted as if he had killed someone, like he was a criminal or murderer of some kind- he’s just a kid like the rest of us, right?

But apart from all that, I had simply made up my own mind to stay away from him. Even though what the guys had told me was most likely exaggerated, I knew that there must be some sort of truth at the heart of it, so I played it safe and stayed away.

“What’s on your mind?” Malia asked me with a concerned look on her face.

“Huh?” I snapped out of my daze and turned to my tall friend sitting next to me. “Oh, nothing, sorry. I was just day dreaming.”

“About Liam?” Malia laughed.

“What?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Well, you were staring at him that whole time…” she pointed out.

“Oh, yeah, sorry… I just zoned out.” I laughed.

“You apologised like twice just then. It’s cool.” she laughed with me.

I looked down at the book in my hands, realising I wasn’t going to read any time soon and that I should probably head home and actually do something.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna go home.” I said.

“Ok, well I’ll see you later! Text me, yeah?” Malia responded.

I smiled her way and began walking down the stairs, passing where Theo was before, realising he was gone now.

I reached into my pocket to check the time on my phone, only to feel around the material and realise that it was missing.

“Oh, crap.” I said under my breath.

I realised I must had left it in my locker before I went to the lacrosse field.

I turned myself around and began walking back to the school building, entering through the doors and making my way to my locker.

When I reached my locker, I unlocked it and immediately saw my phone lying in there. It had probably slipped out of my bag.

I grabbed it and closed the door, walking back at a fast pace.

The halls were deserted, silent and empty- seeing as school had finished and the only people that remained were at the lacrosse field… It was quite creepy when I thought about it, but I tried to ignore the eerie atmosphere and continue walking… until I heard a bang from behind me. It sounded like it had come from another hallway. I stopped in my tracks.

I was frozen, waiting to hear if the sound returned, and it did. I rapidly turned around and began to slowly walk in the direction of the noise, trying to convince myself that it was just some people that stayed behind, or even a teacher.

I turned the corner and walked carefully. “Hello?” I called out.

I felt like I was in a horror movie, and this was the scene where the girl that calls out “Hello?” gets killed by the masked murderer. I gulped, hoping that this was all in my head.

“Someone there?” the bang returned and I called out.

Then I heard something scurrying behind me. I turned around immediately.

Then I heard something from the other side again, so I turned to face that instead.

A shadow began emerging from around the next corner, behind some lockers, creeping out slowly…

I began to walk back slowly, because this was no ordinary shadow… it was big… bigger than a person.

I couldn’t help but stare as I walked backwards, curious at what… or who this shadow belonged to.

Then it came out- a giant, black beast.

I froze.

It let out a loud roar that I swear could have sent me flying all the way across the hall into the wall.

I screamed and ran, turning around.

“HELP ME!” I sprinted as fast as my legs could carry me. “SOMEONE, PLEASE!” Then I was knocked off my feet and into the ground, sliding into some lockers.

The beast slowly crept up to me, roaring and growling in my direction.

I tried backing off as much as I could, but it was no use. I was cornered and this thing was going to kill me.

I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in them, before something else came into the room, releasing a loud roar from the entrance door.

I lifted my head up to look in the direction of the new sound, as did the beast…

There he was… it was him, Theo Raeken… but his eyes were golden, his face had morphed into something like an animal, he had fangs and he had claws… I stared in astonishment.

Theo ran towards the beast and launched at it, and at this, I once again covered my eyes.

After what felt like hours of roaring, hitting, slamming and fighting, I looked back up.

The room was silent, and the beast was gone. Theo was lying on the floor, lifting himself up, somehow still alive and seemingly in good enough condition to get up and walk over to me.

Theo bent down on his knees and placed a bruised and bleeding hand on my knee. “Are- are you ok, Y/N?” he asked, flinching, most likely from his own pain.

I nodded, not knowing what to say or do. I stared in his eyes, which had now returned to their natural state, as had the rest of him. “I didn’t know you knew my name.” I let out, before I could think.

He giggled weakly. “Of course I do.” he smiled.

“Theo, you just saved me…” I examined the wounds on his body and bruises on his face. I reached up and touched his cheek, gently stroking the dark purple mark on it. “Thank you…” I said.

“It’s no problem.” he smiled.

I looked in his eyes deeply, trying to figure out how the hell they had changed colour only moments ago… “What are you, Theo?” I whispered quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me.

Theo stayed silent and looked down.

Something inside me already knew the answer. From the animal qualities I had witnessed in him, I knew he must be… a werewolf…

“You’re a werewolf…” I said, in realisation. He looked up straight away, his hand squeezing my knee in response. I was right…

“Y/N, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” Stiles came storming in, spotting me and Theo in the corner.

Scott, Liam, Malia, Kira and Lydia followed him in, all staring.

“Get away from her, Theo!” Liam yelled, marching towards Theo, who got up and ran away…

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” I yelled, moving my body, lifting myself up.

“Because he’s dangerous!” Scott yelled back.

“He just saved my life, Scott!” I said. “How could he be dangerous if he kept me away from danger?” I argued.

Scott looked down silently for a moment. “Are you ok, Y/N?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” I crossed my arms. “I’m sorry for yelling…”

“No- it’s ok. I’m glad you’re alright.” Scott smiled.

“We are too, Y/N.” Stiles added in. “All of us.” he walked towards me and threw my arm around his shoulder so he could help me walk out. “Let me take you home.”

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A week had passed since the beast had attacked Theo and I, and I hadn’t been back at school yet.

I had woken up with the intention of going to school, but when I reached the parking lot, I couldn’t bring myself to get out of the car to go to class, so I got out and made my way to the lacrosse field. There was no one there. I simply stood in the middle of the field and just looked around, taking in the fresh air.

I looked back at the bleachers I had always sat on, and at the railing that Theo always leaned on, and to my surprise, he was there at that very moment.

“Theo?” I asked.

“Hey.” he said. I walked towards him, stopping at the bleachers.

He had completely healed- there wasn’t a single scratch or even a bruise…

“How are you?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” I said. “Just not feeling up to going to class.” I laughed, taking a step closer to him. “What about you? You’re completely healed…” I pointed out.

“Yeah, I heal fast…” he laughed.

“Because you’re a werewolf, yeah.” I laughed back, still in disbelief.

“How are you going with all that?” he asked with a sympathetic look.

“It’s crazy. But I’m fine… I’m just glad to be alive after that- thing attacked us.” I said.

Theo stood still, his stare fixed on me. I slid my arms around his waist and embraced him in a hug. “Thank you, again…” I whispered.

Theo’s arms wrapped around me tightly too. I felt his chest rise against mine as he inhaled deeply.

“What were you doing there anyway? How did you find me?” I asked, pulling away slightly.

Theo, looked down with red cheeks.

“What?” I giggled.

“I may have followed you…” he said.

I laughed. “Why would you do that?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” he shrugged. “You intrigue me, I guess.” he smiled.

I looked in his eyes and before I knew what I was doing I had leaned in and placed my lips on his. He pulled me close to him again, sinking further into the kiss.

I felt Theo’s tongue slide in my mouth, grazing against my own as he let out a quiet moan, echoing through my whole body as he released it in my mouth.

Then we heard the sound of voices coming from around the corner. We both pulled away immediately. “It’s coach.” he laughed. “Run!” he took my hand in his and ran us away from the field and into the boys locker room, locking the door.

I observed this and took my chance to continue with what we were doing. I wasn’t usually like this, but something about Theo made me want to just be close to him, touching him…

Before I made a single movement, I stared at Theo, watching his chest rise and fall as he stepped closer to me, lifting a hand to pull a loose strand of hair out of my eyes, tucking it behind my ear gently, never breaking eye contact.

He leaned in and kissed me again, this time more gentle than before. I could feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach, there was a spark within me that ignited my whole being as we kissed, beckoning me to return his kiss with more passion… more feeling.

I slid my hands onto his chest, feeling him as they made their way slowly to Theo’s neck as our lips pressed harder against each other, forcing us to move to a more definite rhythm. His bottom lip was caught between my teeth and I pulled at it gently, earning a sexy giggle from him.

“Shh” I silenced him playfully, in case anyone outside could hear us.

“Sorry, you distracted me from being quiet.” Theo whispered flirtatiously.

“Did I?” I giggled softly and pecked the wolf once more. “How did I distract you, Theo?”

Theo’s arms then made their way to my butt, squeezing it lightly as he spoke. “By doing this.” he answered me, smashing his lips into mine, re-establishing the rhythm we had been moving to only moments before, this time pushing me against a wall. He lifted a hand to rest beside my head, holding him up.

I turned my head, disconnecting our lips for a moment as I began to place light pecks on his wrist, which was conveniently nest to my face.

I moved my lips from his wrist to his neck, and I could feel Theo’s body relaxing against me as he let out a soft moan at the feeling of my lips on his collarbone.

“Y/n, aren’t you afraid that someone will come in?” Theo playfully reminded me that there was the possibility of someone walking in at any time.

I laughed. “Let them watch.” I kissed his lips again.

“I should save your life more often.” He kissed me, speaking between kisses. “Maybe we’ll end up in here again.”

I smiled at the werewolf, speaking before moulding our lips together once more. “Maybe we will anyway.”

anonymous asked:

so, when you start seeing kd as a real couple? It was something specific or...?

I’ve actually thought quite a lot about this. anon, and Ive narrowed it done to 3 series of events. And I should start off by saying that my fetus exol self did not ship kaisoo in the beginning - I was more into se-kai. I remember, when I looked up a graph of all the exo ships (for knowledge), being so shocked and confused as to why there was line connecting jongin to kyungsoo. Because as far I’d known, those two didn’t seem like they’d go together at all. They were complete opposites! So, I left my se-kai life and went to investigate this interesting and strange pairing.

I was a very casual about shipping the two, and didn’t think that much of their interactions. I was very much aware of the cultural differences and the hyped up fanservice groups put on for audiences, so I told myself that it wasn’t that deep. However, I did find it interesting how their “fanservices” were never quite put out there for the audiences to actually see. (And realized that the “behind the scenes pairing” title name was actually, quite… accurate lol)

ok ok I’ll stop rambling now and get on with it. In chronological order these were the things that really stood out to me and had me convinced.

(Long post.)

1. “The Inner Workings Of SM” insider post from 2012

This entire post goes over a lot of topics, but the general overview is SM manipulating media and setting up exo/girl pairings for planned scandals and hype in the future.

Such as:

  • baekhyun + SNSD’s taeyeon
  • kris + SNSD’s yuri
  • luhan + SNSD’S seohyun
  • sehun + f(x)’s krystal (which obviously fell through)
  • jongin + f(x)’s krystal (which came into play)

If I remember correctly, this post was shared in 2014, after Dispatch “leaked” baek-yeon’s “date,” and SM confirmed their “relationship.” But the original post was written all the way back in 2012, so I was fucking wOKE. And, ofc, I was more concerned and with baekhyun and taeyeon’s thing because that was one of main points of the post being shared at the time - so I completely looked over the kxk. But one line really stuck out to me.

“Kai is possibly paired with Krystal, this is being discussed. But due to unknown reasons, Kai doesn’t like couple pairings. Doesn’t like dating.

I remember reading this and just taking a moment, like “huh.” I had a sense of relief(?). I don’t know how to explain it, but it hit me as kind of… reassuring? Like he’s not just going along with everything sm wants; he must be showing some level of resistance to media play - since him not liking the setups must’ve been causing some sort of an issue. It just made me feel a little better ok idk what I’m getting at nvm

I will admit, Kyungsoo came to mind. I read this line and I thought of Kyungsoo being one of those unknown reasons, and I entertained the idea for an hour or two before coming back to Earth and convincing myself that the possibility was just silly talk.

I remember finding this post very confusing, and I was very, very shocked and put-off. lmao not to be dramatic, but it literally felt like everything I’d ever known of exo and all that I had come to like and admire about them had all been fake and a lie. I was upset for a long time, too. (I’ve since gotten over it, but it really taught me not to trust everything sm puts out there. And that Dispatch is easily manipulated, and not a reliable source.)

2. 150531 + k-fan’s analysis + xiuchen’s “jagi” cover-up

The almighty “jagi” moment. It was one thing when I-fans where speculating about this moment back when occurred. We all like to think of the possibilities, but it was the language and culture barrier that had me mostly dismissing this moment at first. But it is an entirely different thing to see a k-fan basically confirm what we i-fans had been trying to figure out. I could really go on and on about this moment, but I’d just be saying all that’s been said in the post I’ve linked above; I’ve talked about several times in the past. So go read the linked post or go through my #jagi moment tag on @kaisoowls and you’ll have all you need to know. You’ll understand why I was and still am shook as fuck about it.

The entire day of 150531, still really sticks out to me - jagi moment, aside. Because their interactions were different that day; more… vivid, for a lack of a better term lol Kyungsoo’s eyes and his smiles looked very soft and warm when he looked at Jongin. His expressions held a lot of affection.

As a nice cherry on top, the OP of the “jagi analysis” even said that jagi is a confirmed thing amoung kfans, so literally… There’s not much else to say about that.

That being said, it’s very understandable why sm would’ve wanted to extinguish this, because rumors of homosexuality within a company can be quite devastating to their business (due to prejudice), so I’m not really surprised that sm would want to try and cover it up and pretend like it’s not anything meaningful or worthwhile. Which leads us onto the Monster showcase, and the birth of xiuchen’s “jagi” moment. (To be clear, I don’t hold anything against xiuchen at all, I’m very aware it was most probably all sm’s doings.)

My friend @dorkdo did an analysis on this a while back, so for a more in depth look into that moment, go read her post here. (would u look at that harman tysm for helping me in my woke journey i owe u)

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3. Rumors of a gay couple + KxK confirmation

I’m sure you all remember the madness that ensued after that news company (I’m sorry that name is escaping me atm) threatened to publicly announce and out the gay couple that they had discovered. They literally stated that they were ready for the repercussions and lawsuits - they weren’t fucking around with this shit. All of speculation flooded around everywhere, everyone guessing and trying to figure out how the couple was - and of course, one of the main candidates was kadi.

I wasn’t happy at all about this. I wasn’t excited or looking forward to it as I saw many other kaisoo shippers posting about. I was fucking terrified of that slim possibility of it being kadi, because - realistically - I doubt it would’ve ended well for anyone involved. With the heavy prejudice and discrimination against homosexuality still going on, it would’ve possibly been very damaging for exo, and most importantly, jongin and kyungsoo. I’m sure they would get support, of course the would, but the number of people going against them would be far greater, possibly.

And then, behold. kxk is suddenly “outed” by Dispatch, and sm confirmed their relationship within hours of the scandal’s release. To say I was a little skeptical is kind of an understatement. I really did not believe this news at all when it was released. Especially not after the INNER WORKINGS OF SM post reemerged. Which quite literally stated that sm has had kxk setup for release since 2012. I called bullshit within the first 48hrs. And the circumstances at the time really set it in stone for me; I decided that I would support kadi. I would be logical and realistic about everything further that would ensue - but I would support kadi.

So there you go anon, I’m sorry this post is a million miles long lol

Dear Supergirl Writers,

Feel free to leave Snore-El behind in Central City during the crossover event so that Barry can throw him into the speed force. Because we would all watch the shit out of that.

Sincerely,
If I have to watch one more scene with Man-Hell I’m going to douse my head in gasoline and set myself aflame

-Me to myself

Not all BTS stands for Bangtan Boys , stop it this also means Behind The Scenes…

-Also me: 

*The beauty and the best BTS* HOLY SHIT BANGTAN WAS IN THAT MOVIE, I DIDN’T KNOW.
*Screams in 5 languages*
*Dress as Belle*
*Grab a Rose and look towards the horizon*

judimancini1  asked:

Read the piece about Claire's sp power. Please discuss Jamie's "seeing." Love, your blog! Thanks in advance.

I do believe that Jamie has some form of The Sight - as in, in his dreams he can see across time and look in on what his children and grandchildren are doing.

We first get a glimpse of this in Drums of Autumn:

“I did wonder…” Jamie hesitated for a moment. “Has she a birthmark, Sassenach? And if so, did ye tell me of it?”  

  “She does,” I said slowly, thinking. “I don’t think I ever told you about it, though; it isn’t visible most of the time, so it’s been years since I noticed it, myself. It’s a—”

  His hand tightening on my shoulder stopped me.  

  “It’s a wee brown mark, shaped like a diamond,” he said. “Just behind her left ear. Isn’t it?”  

  “Yes, it is.” It was warm and cozy in bed, but a small coolness on the back of my neck made me shiver suddenly. “Did you see that in your dream?”  

  “I kissed her there,” he said softly.


And then there’s this scene at the end of A Breath of Snow and Ashes:

 “You dreamed about Brianna and the children? What happened?”  

    …“It is all right,” he said. “They are safe. I saw them in a town—it seemed like Inverness, but it was different, somehow. They walked up the step of a house—Roger Mac was with them,” he added, offhand. “They knocked at the door, and a wee brown-haired woman opened to them. She laughed wi’ joy to see them, and brought them in, and they went down a hallway, wi’ strange things like bowls hanging from the ceiling.

      “Then they were in a room, wi’ sofas and chairs, and the room had great windows all down one wall, from the floor to the ceiling, and the afternoon sun was streaming in, setting Brianna’s hair to fire, and makin’ wee Mandy cry when it got in her eyes.”  

      “Did … did any of them call the brown-haired woman by name?” I asked, my heart beating in a queer, fast way.  

      He frowned, moonlight making a cross of light over nose and brows.  

      “Aye, they did,” he said. “I canna just—oh, aye; Roger Mac called her Fiona.”  

      “Did he?” I said. My hands rested on his shoulder, and my mouth was a hundred times drier than it had been when I woke up. The night was chilly, but not enough to account for the temperature of my hands.  

      I had told Jamie any amount of things about my own time over the years of our marriage. About trains and planes and automobiles and wars and indoor plumbing. But I was nearly sure that I had never told him what the study looked like in the manse where Roger had grown up with his adoptive father.  

      The room with the window wall, made to accommodate the Reverend’s painting hobby. The manse with its long hallway, furnished with old-fashioned light fixtures, shaped like hanging bowls. And I knew I had never told him about the Reverend’s last housekeeper, a girl with dark, curly hair, called Fiona.  

      “Were they happy?” I asked at last, very quietly.  

      “Aye. Brianna and the lad—they had some shadows to their faces, but I could see they were glad nonetheless. They all sat down to eat—Brianna and her lad close together, leaning on each other—and wee Jem stuffed his face wi’ cakes and cream.” He smiled at the picture, teeth a brief gleam in the darkness.

      “Oh—at the last, just before I woke … wee Jem was messin’ about, picking things up and putting them down as he does. There was a … thing . . on the table. I couldna say what it was; I’ve never seen the like.”  

      He held his hands about six inches apart, frowning at them. “It was maybe this wide, and just a bit longer—something like a box, maybe, only sort of … humped.”  

      “Humped?” I said, puzzled as to what this could be.  

    “Aye, and it had a thing on top like a wee club, only wi’ a knob to each end, and the club was tied to the box wi’ a sort of black cord, curled up on itself like a piggie’s tail. Jem saw it, and he reached out his hand, and said, ‘I want to talk to Grandda.’ And then I woke.”  

      He leaned his head back farther, so as to look up into my face.  

      “Would ye ken what a thing like that might be, Sassenach? It was like nothing I’ve ever seen.”  

      The autumn wind came rustling down from the hill, dry leaves hurrying in its wake, quick and light as the footsteps of a ghost, and I felt the hair rise on nape and forearms.  

      “Yes, I know,” I said. “I’ve told you about them, I know.” I didn’t think, though, that I had ever described one to him, in more than general terms. I cleared my throat.  

      “It’s called a telephone.”


And then this scene in Echo:

“You‘ve been dreaming of them, haven‘t you?” I said.

…“I saw Jem and the wee lass—” A smile came over his face at that. “God, she‘s a feisty wee baggage! She minds me o‘ you, Sassenach.”

…“What were they doing?”

He rubbed a finger between his brows as though his forehead itched.

“They were outside,” he said slowly. “Jem told her to do something and she kicked him in the shin and ran away from him, so he chased her. I think it was spring.” He smiled, eyes fixed on whatever he‘d seen in his dream. “I mind the wee flowers, caught in her hair, and lying in drifts across the stones.”

“What stones?” I asked sharply.

“Oh. The gravestones,” he answered, readily enough. “That‘s it—they were playing among the stones on the hill behind Lallybroch.”

I sighed happily. This was the third dream that he‘d had, seeing them at Lallybroch. It might be only wishful thinking, but I knew it made him as happy as it made me, to feel that they had made a home there.

…“Right. What was it that bothered you, though?”

He glanced curiously at me.

“How did ye ken I was troubled?”

I looked at him down my nose—or as much down my nose as was possible, given the disparity of height.

“You may not have a glass face, but I have been married to you for thirty-odd years.”

He let the fact that I hadn‘t actually been with him for twenty of those years pass without comment, and only smiled.

“Aye. Well, it wasna anything, really. Only that they went into the broch.”…The small frown was back between his brows.

“The broch,” he repeated, and looked at me, helpless. “I dinna ken what it was. Only that I didna want them to go in. It … felt as though there was something inside. Waiting. And I didna like it at all.”

Okay I find the dogs “talking” about Sam adorable in a super dorky and stupid kind of way…..lol

Highlights of the “interview”:

1. Tia, you starred alongside another special model, actor Sam Heughan. What is it like being part of a Barbour photoshoot? What did you love most about getting to star in the Barbour Shirt Department shoot alongside Sam?

Tia: Barbour photoshoots are really enjoyable, the team is very friendly, and we all have fun. Everyone laughs which makes my tail wag. I do have to behave myself for the whole day and we often do the same thing over and over again to get it right. I am always dog tired at the end of the day! My Mummy made me watch all of the Outlander series, so the best thing about it was making my Mummy happy.

2. Tia, what was the first photoshoot you ever did?

Tia: Can you believe it, my first time was with Sam Heughan, not at Crailing House but not far away in the Scottish Borders. I was very excited and my Mummy was very nervous. I did chatter and whine that day but that was just me being enthusiastic and loving the attention, I am trying to learn to control myself better now.

3. Do you have any fun stories to tell us from behind the scenes of your shoot with Sam?

Flax: I was allowed out to play at the end of the day and Sam Heughan came over to politely say bye bye and thank you to my Mum. He gave the team hugs and off he went. I also learnt some acting techniques from him! After Sam went, I gave the Barbour team kisses and polished their faces – why would they want hugs from Sam when they can have kisses from me?

the late late show


As James started to sing the lyrics of Scrubs I looked over at (Y/N) as she sat in the front row, with a smirk plastered on my face. It was one of her favourite songs and I had mentioned that to James before the show. (Y/N’s) jaw dropped a little as we both began to sing. She was a huge fan of James and the show, and knowing that whilst singing one of her favourite songs filled me with an overwhelming feeling of excitement.

I knew how nervous she had been about the show, so I had asked James if there was anyway we could do something to help her nerves and make her feel welcome before our interview - that’s when he suggested featuring Scrubs in our Riff-Off. Once it was over and it went to commercials I ran over, crouching in front of her.

“That was one of the best things I’ve ever witnessed,” she smiled, the nerves completely vanished. “I’m glad baby,” I said as I kissed the top of her head. The producer hurried over and began setting her up with a mic, and suddenly her smile vanished. “You’ll be fine, James is lovely you know that” I said rubbing my hand on her knee. “I know, it’s just, I don’t belong on TV. I should be watching TV, not making a fool of myself on TV for everyone else to watch” she sighed. I shook my head, “I’ll be right there with you,” I reminded her. She nodded and the producer told her we have two minutes until the commercials ended. She stood up and took a deep breath before I took her hand and lead her to the sofa on the stage. “It’s scary, seeing everyone’s eyes on you” she whispered as we sat opposite the audience. “I know it’s nothing compared to your concerts, but it’s daunting” she added. I put my arm round her and rubbed her shoulder, “You’re going to be great.”

“I’m right in saying that you two met when (Y/N) was working with one of your make-up artists Shawn?” We both nodded. “So you’re the reason this boy looks perfect all the time?” James asked looking at (Y/N). “I wish that were true, but he was blessed with amazing genes” she laughed nervously.

“Now (Y/N), you also do special effects makeup, why don’t you tell us what that involves” James said as he leaned on the corner of the desk. I looked at (Y/N) who looked at ease as she spoke about her passion. She was in her element. “It involves fake blood, wax, wigs, nights of horrific google searches,” she laughed along with the audience.

“And you’ve used Shawn as a model, I think we have a couple of photos here” James said. (Y/N) and I looked at the monitor and saw a photo that (Y/N) had posted on instagram. It was of me sitting on a stool in our kitchen, with half of my face looking like it had been ripped off. “I do not mean this in a rude way at all, but that is quite disgusting,” James chuckled. “It means that you’re amazing though, if it manages to look that realistic and gross.” (Y/N’s) cheeks turned pink as she thanked James.

“Tell us about this photo Shawn,” James said. Once again we glanced at the monitor and laughed as soon as we saw the photo. “This wasn’t makeup at all, this is 100% real,” I laughed. “I still caused him to look like that though,” (Y/N) added. “She’s right. I was due to come home from a short trip round Europe in a week, but due to unforeseen circumstances, I got to finish a few days early. Anyway,” I laughed. “Shawn wanted to surprise me, so I had no idea about this. He surprised me, but I’d say it was more like he nearly killed me” (Y/N) added. “Yeah, she has never screamed so loud before. Our neighbours hurried round once they heard” I smiled as James chuckled. “It ended up with me being whacked in the face with her fist, and keep in mind she wears two rings on that hand” I said. (Y/N) covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head. “But you didn’t do any serious harm, you’re still gorgeous Shawn” James stated.

A couple of minutes before the interview was over, James got all serious and asked (Y/N): “When you look at everything Shawn has achieved, what he does day-to-day and what he’s going to be doing…How proud do you feel?” I looked at (Y/N), intrigued to know her answer as she had never been in a situation where she had to talk about something like this. “Immensely. I know it’s kind of a rollercoaster for Shawn, which just keeps going up and he faces surreal experiences all the time. But I find myself having to pinch my arm every now and again to believe the kind of life he has. He deserves it so much, he is one of the most genuine, down to earth guys. I’m not being biased,” she paused to laugh.

“But yeah, I’m always proud of him and I say that also because I witness behind the scenes. I see all the preparation that goes into one show, I know how long he has to travel to get to one venue. I experience the lonely nights with and without him. He goes above and beyond, and I am just so appreciative of his fans because they know that and they love him for it.” I pulled her in for a side hug and kissed her temple, feeling like I was falling in love with her all over again.


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Donald Pierce Imagine

Donald Pierce x Reader

Warnings: Bondage, alotalota smut, Donald Pierce saying ‘baby’

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It was only the beginning. I knew they were coming after us. I just didn’t know when they’d show up again. So, it was just another day. Make sure everyone is up, fed, brushed teeth, and change into the same pair of clothes I’ve had over the past 2 years, which included the following items of black jeans, alongside a loose-fitted t-shirt. After I’d get up, I would then do the chores. Just another day.

When they first tried to capture us, we were living just outside of the city in an abandoned apartment building. They shot at us, chased us, and burnt the building down.

This time would be different.

Coming from the back, I held a pale full of water in my hand and opened the door. A rumble shook the ground, causing me to whip my head around. Racing to the gate, I saw about 10 large trucks or so rushing into perspective. All heading towards our hideout.

They found us.

I raced into the building, gathering all of our stuff-yelling at all of the children to get in the car. But going back outside, with 15 children huddled around my feet, the cars crashed through the gate and skidded to a stop around us.

“Go back inside,” I muttered, and then repeating my words, I raised my voice. “Go!” The children, who I had taken from Transigen, raced back inside and shut the doors. I heard the lock click from their side, and I felt a small part of myself relax.

Soldiers, jumping from the cars, cocked their guns and pointed them at me. I held up my arms and looked through them cautiously. Surveying the scene as it was. All of the sudden, a single black truck trailed behind the others, kicking dirt up from its path.

I saw his machine hand grip the steering wheel, his yellow glasses pressing into the bridge of his nose. The engine of the car died, and he stepped out. His combat boots thudding against the dirt ground. He walked slowly at first, but then saw me, and surged forward.

With his heavy shoulders pressed back, he neared me and I lowered my hands to my side. My muscles tensed under the heat of the sun, and I stared at Pierce. He lowered his glasses, looking me over-I noticed his eyes hesitate over my hips, trailing over my arms and breasts. Swallowing, my throat became dry with nerves. He smirked, letting his lips part to reveal a single gold tooth, his machine hand twitched at his hip. Donald Pierce was the chief of security. Famous for his design of the weapon x-23 after that of the Wolverine, he held a high reputation on his shoulders.  

Pierce cleared his throat, and took a step closer to me, pushing his glasses back up, and slightly tipping his head to the side. “Now… All I’m lookin’ for is a little cooperation, Y/N.”

“You’ve always been the clown of the group, Donnie, but really, what makes you think I’d do anything for you?

He sucked in a small breath, leaning back and furrowing his eyebrows with an exaggerated notion. “Ouch… Now, I thought ’s you was a friend.”  He slow southern accent rolled off his tongue. “I don’t wish to hurt you, y/n.”

“Oh, save me.” I scoffed, frustrated at his games.

He then shot forward. “I need you to hand over them kids now.”

With a deep breath, I pressed my lips together, and growled, “you’re never going to get them.”

“Well… We’ll see ‘bout that.” Nodding to his men, I sucked in a heavy breath, my chest tight from nearly forgetting to breathe. He inched closer to me now, furrowing his eyebrows in thought. His blonde hair blew slightly in the wind, falling over his forehead. He swept a few strands out of his eyes with his machine hand, the slow sound of clicking metal echoing through the air between us. Soldiers stormed into the building behind me, as Pierce inspected my movements.

Realization then filled his eyes, and he shot his eyes behind me. Surging a step forward with such power I flinched, he looked into my face.

Hissing, his words hit my face, and I tried to step away, but he had already wrapped his hand around my chin. “Where. Are. They.”

I glanced back at him, and let a thin smile pull at the edges of my lips. “As I said, you’ll never get them.”

Letting me go, he cursed under his breath and walked away. His strides heavier than before. Soldiers then surrounded me, forcefully clasping my arms behind my back with heavy metal cuffs before they pulled me behind them towards one of the trucks. I saw Pierce watching me from the driver’s seat, his lips pressed to a solid line. Expecting me to fight against their efforts, but I didn’t have the energy to, and something glinted in his eyes.

The children had escaped into the tunnel that lead to the road one mile away, hidden. They had gotten away. That’s what mattered.

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Transigen had taken the cover of a Pediatric Cancer Study research facility when it was built, and from the time before I escaped with the children, I had been able to uncover secrets hidden from the naked eye. This had been with the help of Gabriela Lopez-a nurse who had been working there for 6 years before I had been captured. I found out that she was planning on breaking the children out. She asked me for my help, and I agreed with the promise that I would get out.

She was then shot and killed. That was 3 years ago. Only 2 weeks after she broke us out. After I took the kids and lead them to the abandoned apartment building. Thinking it would be safe for the mean time. But it wasn’t even close to 10 months before they found us again.

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The steel walls surrounding me were brightly lit-squinting my eyes, I tried to move. But the metal cuffs around my wrists and ankles dug into my skin. Sighing, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Waiting for something other than the ticking of the clock to startle me out of my trance.

Countless hours went by… All in which about 3 different doctors came in. Hooking me up to machines, taking blood, pricking me with needles, exedra. This was before the door unlocked, and slid open with a large figure standing in the way. Adjusting my position, I leaned forward, pushing against my restraints.

Pierce locked the door behind him. Letting the door bolt shut with a heavy thud before he walked over to me. Fiddling with the machines, he pulled a seat over by the table I was laying on; reaching his hands over me, he pulled the IVs from my arms and the metal stickers from my chest. Leaning his elbows against his knees, he then looked at me. His piercing blue eyes shining in the light. I looked away. Afraid that I would stare.

“For a pretty girl like you… You sure put up a hell of a fight.”

“For an asshole like you, you’re paying an awful lot of attention to these kids.”

“I’m liable, now, y/n. You know that. ” His voice was tired, heavy. But amusement still tickled at its edges. He pressed his lips together, mulling over his thoughts. Repeating his words in my head, his thick southern accent lingered in the air, and I found myself breathing heavier. Itching to get out of the metal cuffs.

Pierce then raised his eyes to mine and took a key out of his pocket. Unlocking the cuffs as if he could read my mind. Leaning over me, he looked down, and even with the restraints falling away from my wrists, I stayed as still as a rock.

Pierce suddenly slid his hand under my neck, and I felt my eyes drift closed as he brought my lips to his. I then sat up, and he pulled his arms around my waist. Cinching my back into an arched shape against him. Pushing my fingers through his disheveled hair, I guided them down his face-cupping my palms over his cheekbones and grazing my thumb over his bottom lip as I sucked in a breath.

With a forceful push, I climbed on top of him. Wrapping my legs around his waist. He turned over, leaning against the table. Sliding my feet to the floor, I shoved him back. His arms hung in the air as I moved above him. Grabbing his hands, I pushed them to my hips, allowing his fingers to knot in the belt of my jeans, kissing him deeply for a few seconds. Allowing him to melt under me before parting them, and shoving them to the bedside. He looked up at me with stern eyes, watching my every move. But to block his view, I pressed my lips to his, his tongue moving across my gums and his strong arms pushing against mine. Before he broke my strength, I wrapped the cuffs around his wrists and clicked them shut. Puffing up his chest, his breathing became erratic as he struggled against them. His machine hand contracting into a fist and releasing again, turning and scratching against its counterpart. While he brought his knees up, I pushed my hands down on his chest. I couldn’t help but feel a swell of flustered emotions building up in my chest, anticipation buzzing through my veins. Looking down at him, I let my eyes wonder from his slightly parted lips to the skeleton tattoo on his neck, of which was half hidden underneath his golden chain.

Grazing my fingers along his jaw line, I traced the light brown scruff around his mouth and sat on his lap with my knees pressing into his sides. Leaning down, I kissed the side of his mouth and then bit his bottom lip. I felt him raise his head, his chest rising and falling in large breaths. Trying to push himself against me, a low growl formed in his throat, and I sat up. Keeping my hands on his chest to keep him down for a minute, before moving them to the black buttons of his shirt. Leaning his head back, he raised his chin and sighed heavily through his teeth.

“Darlin-“

“Shut up,” I said in a quiet voice. He stared up at me with confusion, and then anger flushed through his cheeks. But in my concentration, I unbuttoned his shirt. Not paying attention to his sharp gaze, I pushed his shirt away from his shoulders, its short sleeves stretched over his biceps.

Kissing him, I moved my hips over his lap in circular motions, running my fingers down his chest and abdomen. Lacing my hands in his jeans, I felt him squirm under my touch, and I undid his belt. Moving my body down his legs, I tugged at his cargo pants. Pulling them down to his ankles.

I began to kiss the inside of his thighs while palming his member through the fabric of his underwear. Watching him as he strained against his moans, I saw him bite his lip and shut his eyes. A small smile then plastered on my lips. Moving my hand over his member, the fabric of his underwear created friction between us. I looked at him with thirst. While he, with fixed eyes, was full of hunger.

Out of patience, I nearly ripped off his underwear. Teasing him with my hot lips. Kissing down his hip, he gasped for air and moved against me. I set my hands against him, holding him down. Grunting as I kissed his tip, curse words flowed off his tongue, and I slithered mine down his shaft. Trailing with my hand, I guided his member to the back of my mouth. Pushing deeper, the insides of my cheeks hummed against his shaft.

I felt his muscles tense under my hand that rested on his stomach. He struggled to gain grounding-yet so close to releasing, he groaned and fell back. I moved my mouth away from him, and sweat slid from his brow.

Throbbing against my panties, I became wet with anticipation. Watching him, I felt my chest tighten. I almost left him there… I could have just left. I was thinking about how they would find him. Laying on the table, cuffed down. Naked with his shirt unbuttoned at his sides and his pants at his ankles. Tracing his jawline, his scruff scratched at my skin, and I cleared my throat. With desire filling my stomach, I moved my fingers down his arm. He strained against my touch. His skin sensitive. Grazing his forearm, I looked at the cuff with curiosity as to what would happen if I unlocked him from its clutches. He must have been thinking the same thing, or what he would do. He had lost patience. His breath erratic and quick, his eyes watching me like a hawk.

Sighing, I reached for the key that was now cold from sitting on the tray beside the table. I picked it up, palming it for a second before putting it in between my teeth. Slowly sliding my pants to the floor, I kicked my underwear aside. Letting a shiver travel up my back and goose bumps rise on my legs before climbing onto Pierce’s lap.

Moving over him, I aligned him to my entrance before sitting down. He groaned, hissing through his teeth.

“Fuck.” He called out, as my throbbing walls pressed tightly around him. “Fucking let. Me. Go.” His voice became hard, forceful, and I slid the key into the lock of the cuff that held his human hand.

His arm shot up, wrapping itself around my neck, and I opened my lips. Choking against his touch. He sat up, smashing his mouth on mine, and I began thrusting my hips slowly. Forgetting of his machine hand that still lay in the cuff.

Taking the key from my hand, he let himself go. Throwing the key onto the floor before moving his machine hand onto my breast. The cold metal pressed into my soft flesh, the pads on the bottom of his fingers grazing over my nipples. Pierce closed his eyes. Kissing the corner of my mouth, he grabbed my hips, leaning me back as he moved his mouth down to my collar bones. His knees were arched up now, his hips angled into mine.

Scratching my nails down his back, I leaned my head back and arched my back, letting his teeth graze against my chest, as he moved his machine hand down my stomach. Stopping at my clit, I gasped as he scraped over it, sending shockwaves through my body. Massaging my lips with his machine hand, I made circular motions over his member. Gently thrusting as I leaned into him. An orgasm went through my muscles, and I shook under his touch. His lips numb and damp against mine as we kissed each other eagerly. I bit down on his bottom lip as I orgasmed, knotting my fingers through his hair.

His thick southern accent filled my mouth as he kissed me. “You feel so good, baby.” A soft growl then vibrated in his throat and he arched himself up, pressing his human hand around the back of my neck. The muscles in his arm flexed as he held my head up. Pressing our bodies closer together-I moved against him in more desperate motions and he chuckled under his breath. “Cum for me baby.” Bucking my hips slightly, I pressed my face into his shoulder. My clit throbbed as he pulled his metal fingers away. Throwing me over his side, my back landed against the table, and he pulled my legs to the edge. Holding them over his shoulders, I lowered my head and felt him push inside of me. Slamming against me, his nails dug into my thighs as he held me close. His breath gruff as he thrust his hips in a rhythm until he felt pleasure moving through his body in waves.

Letting my legs go, they fell to his side, and his hands fell to the side of my hips. With a few hard thrusts, his whole body shook. Pulling out, he let himself ejaculate onto my stomach. I felt his warm cum drip onto the side of the table.

Lowering himself down, I sat up, attempting to see what he was doing before his pushed my legs open and began kissing and the inside of my thighs. With a small whimper, I dug my fingers into his hair, holding on with tight knots as he moved his tongue over my clit. Pushing his machine fingers into me, he grabbed onto my hip with his human hand and began to suck at the sensitive skin around my clit. Nipping at my lips between my legs.

He then muttered against the inside of my leg, “I’m not done with you yet, Darlin.”

He pushed his fingers deeper into me. With my clit already over-sensitive from earlier, electricity ran through my veins and I groaned. I gasped for air as another orgasm rippled through me, and I pulled at his hair. He kissed me gently. Massaging my entrance-his machine fingers now slippery with cum as it dripped from his fingertips. Pulling his hand out, he sighed. Sucking the metal free of my juice. Closing his eyes, he sat me up with his other hand, standing in between my legs.

Letting his machine hand fall from his lips, I watched him as a small smirk parted his lips. “You taste so good, sweetheart.”

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Soldiers suddenly began storming through the halls of the facility, as Donnie picked up the key from the ground. His pants hanging tightly around his hips, and his shirt tucked into them. I pulled my shirt over my head from the ground. Buttoning my jeans, and brushing my hand through my messy hair.

“Your plan worked, I see.” He looked out the window. Scrunching his eyebrows, and I walked up to him. Taking his machine hand, and rubbing his fingers with a clean cloth. He looked down and then shook his head. I wiped my cum from his palm, and he smirked at me. Pulling my face to his for a kiss, before smacking my butt as I walked away.

“I told you, if they trusted me, they’d believe me.”

“I just don’ get how you could be so damn heartless baby.”

“You tell me, Donnie.” Raising my eyebrow, I threw the cloth in the trash. Rubbing my shoulder, I sat up on the table. Sighing. “I don’t know.”

“You alrigh’?” Donnie walked to me, holding my face gently in the palm of his human hand.

“They had no idea.” I looked up at him. “No idea it was an ambush. No idea, that the whole time I was with you.” I paused. “No idea that the tunnel wouldn’t end up on the road. But instead here…”

“Baby, they ain’t gonna matter. We have to get em off the map.”

“I know. I know.” He kissed my forehead and then smirked.

“That was s’ some pretty good actin” Pressing his hand on my thigh, he leaned forward. “We should do it more often…”

“Shut up, Pierce.” Sliding from underneath him, I walked toward the door. Looking through the window, and slowly unlocking the door as soon as the hall was cleared of the mutant children being brought in.

Donald watched me leave. The door shut behind me, and he cocked his head to the side. Biting the inside of his cheek, he suddenly cleared his throat and followed my trail.

Shawn Mendes One Shot: The Ellen Show

A.N: This one is a little long like always. I really enjoyed writing it though. I’m debating a continuation, but I’m not sure? If you guys liked it or want more, please let me know! I’d appreciated it. ANYWAYS ENJOY!!

Also I got the inspiration for this one from @everythingshawnmendes ‘s work of “Spill Your Guts.”. Check that one out too!

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“You’ll be on in ten.” A guy with a headset said quickly before poking his head back out the door.

My manager looked at me and smiled getting up from his seat. “You ready?” He asked.

I looked in the dressing mirror and look over myself sitting in the chair. My hair was in fluffy curls, makeup simple for daytime television. I had a nice blue tartan top on with a matte black skirt. I felt really good and was excited.

“Yeah. I’m good. Excited actually.” I smiled back grabbing my phone from my lap.

My manager went through tips for the interview. We had not given any specific limitations on questions as we didn’t have scandals or secrets the public was aware of. But regardless he went over them.

“It will probably be similar to last time. Maybe a little more different. You’ve gained a lot more popularity since the last time on the show. You know how she likes to blindside you with questions you’d have to be careful answering.”

I nodded but felt prepared. I scrolled through my phone waiting for them to call me to stage.

The guy with the headset turned up a few minutes later. “Alright, they are ready for you. If you’ll follow me.”

We got up from our seats and exited my dressing room. The guy in the headset began prepping me. “So you’ll wait at the steps and head down after Ellen introduces you. You’ll have the first part of the interview for about 5 minutes. She will cut to break. The second part of the interview will be a game, I believe you agreed to ‘Who’d You Rather?’ correct?”

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I don’t claim to be awakened, liberated, enlightened, or in any particular state. That all seems so irrelevant when it comes to Truth.
I don’t have an organization, a sangha, or any kind of devoted following. Nobody ‘works’ for me. No adoring disciples. No Yes Men or Women.
I am open to feedback and criticism. I take everything in. When I screw up, I admit it and move on. If someone disagrees with me, or criticises my teaching, I don’t automatically say “that’s your projection” or “that’s just your ego talking” or “you are not yet awakened”. I don’t feel I have anything to defend. Truth needs no defending.
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I make no promises that these teachings will cure you, fix you, awaken you, make you rich, leave you in states of permanent bliss or make you anything like me, god help you.
I don’t have an ashram. I do have a beard, but it’s not very long.
I don’t wear white. I do have a couple of white T-shirts.
I swear. I fart. I’m not a superhuman. My heart loves to break wide open. I have known the depths of unbearable suffering. I have walked on the edge of suicide, tasted the sweetness of life without hope, seen the impermanence of even the most blissful states. I see clearly that our humanness and our divinity cannot be two, and love - the kind of love that survives crucifixion - is all that really matters.
I use the words 'I’ and 'me’ freely. I say 'my body’ instead of 'the body’. I have no problem talking about the past, knowing the past is a story. I love silence, but I love noise equally. In the space of no stories, I embrace stories with all my heart.
I believe true spirituality is for everyone. I have no interest in cults. I see the age of gurus and disciples dying, the time of second-hand revelation coming to an end, and the birth of a new kind of democratic teacher-student relationship. We are all teachers and we are all students, and we are all expressions of the One.
I don’t put on a fake persona, talk in a special 'spiritual’ way, pretend to be something I’m not during meetings or retreats. You won’t see me attacking those who disagree with me. You won’t see me secretly screaming at volunteers behind the scenes.
I don’t grin with supreme confidence all the time, pretend to be 'up’ or 'positive’ or 'spiritual’ all the time. My being embraces both the light and the dark, both unspeakable joy and the sorrow of lost universes. I don’t believe in 'all the time’, nor pretending itself. The image means nothing. Authenticity is the key. Even false humility is false. Even the “I have no image” image is an image, which will be burned.
I don’t see myself as a guru, an enlightened mystic, a creature so very different from you, so much more evolved than you, so much more holy than you.
I don’t have a winning, charismatic personality. I’m crap at telling stories, anecdotes, amusing tales. I’m not interested in gaining your admiration or your approval. I love it when you walk away. I admire you for it. I love it when you stay. I honour your fearlessness.
I do love speaking about Truth, of course.
I do love sharing this gift of Presence with you.
I do see you as inseparable from what I am.
I do see unspeakable potential in your eyes.
I am a bird. I have no choice but to sing my song of joy and heartache, and fly away to wherever life takes me.
Thank you for sharing this journey with me.
— 

Jeff Foster

THE WORST GURU EVER…

anonymous asked:

me: i'm gonna sit down and do some work ahead of time so i don't get behind you: here's this sidgeno au y'all :) me: anyway fuck work how can i invest myself in this right now and for the rest of my life

a scene i like to think about: 

“Your husband is very handsome,” Caroline teases, when she and Sidney have a chance to sit a little away from the group of partygoers. Ovi is doing some sort of outrageous dance that would embarrass most people, but he doesn’t seem to care. Geno’s on the sidelines, but he’s looking like he’s wavering between happily buzzed and Ovi-levels of dancing. “He’s very kind, too. I see how much he dotes on you–”

“He does…tend to overdo his affections sometimes,” Sidney admits. “Caroline, I was never able to tell you this, but–I left with Zhenya. I don’t know what the family thinks, but Daniel–he saw me with Zhenya. I don’t know what he’s told Father, but–”

“All I heard is that men kidnapped you. Mr. Crosby is very tight-lipped on the matter,” Caroline says, patting Sidney’s knee. “I come back from New York to hear that not only has a mysterious fellow saved your father from certain death, and that men broke into the estate on the very same day you were taken? You can’t imagine how dreadful it was for me to receive the news. If your mother were alive, bless her heart, she’d be devastated. But–”

“The two incidents are unrelated, I promise,” Sidney says. “And I’m well aware Father remarried. I read the documents.”

“No, dear, I was referring to the Lady Emma Longrene. She was heartbroken, you know. After your ‘death.’ Poor thing couldn’t even bear to come to the funeral.”

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