and how can you not remember

I didn’t tell anyone about you, except maybe the moon. I’d sneak out past midnight, when the night is at its darkest, the moon at its brightest, and the sky at its prettiest. I’d stay outside for hours singing songs only the moon could hear. I’d tell her all about you - what you look like, what you seem like, what you feel like. I told her about how you and I met, and I think she was shocked on how vividly I remembered it. I also told her about your eyes and how I almost always get lost in them. Truthfully, she knows everything I know about you. These are things I can’t tell anyone else; it’s a secret I can only share with her. Sometimes, I think she responds. You know, sometimes she slighty changes colors. And sometimes, the nightlight looks like it’s dancing. But some nights she looks tired, maybe I’m not the only one talking to her. I once asked her, if you talk to her too. And if so, do you tell her about me the same way I tell her about you?
—  waferqueen 
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omg this one is so fucking cute. send in requests here if you have some :)

Shawn wipes sweat off his brow and heavily exhales as he leans against the kitchen counter. A sea of unpacked, half-packed, and untouched cardboard boxes are scattered across the dusty, geometric tile, and his mood plummets when he remembers how much is still left in the living room. Moving in is one of those things you can’t see the other side of– it’s an endless task, and Shawn is about to hang the towel on it.

Today’s been rough. The two of you have been hauling up boxes, unpacking them, and organizing things in your New York apartment for the past six hours, and you gave up about 30 minutes ago. You’re lying, starfished, across one of the few rugs you’d unpacked. The setting sun casts planes across your body and is orange on the stretch of skin from where your sports bra stops and to where the band of your leggings starts. You look very pretty like that, Shawn thinks, tilting his head and admiring your soft, sleepy features. You look very pretty but you also look a bit uncomfortable lying on the floor.

“Hey baby,” he whispers, crouching down beside you and brushing stray hairs out of your face. You stir and turn away from him. “No, no,” he laughs, “don’t do that. We’ve gotta figure out where we’re sleeping tonight.”

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Language is powerful, and even those of us who don’t choose the bisexual label have a responsibility to ensure that the world is safe for those who do. One way to accomplish that goal is to practice saying the word ‘bisexual’. Say it again, ‘bisexual.’ Paint it on the walls; wear it on a t-shirt. Write it on toothpaste on your bathroom mirror; notice it as you stare at your beautiful self. Bisexual. Say it louder; say it in public; say it to someone who might not be comfortable hearing it. Let them begin to get over their discomfort. Begin to get over your own. Ask yourself: what is it about that word that is so frightening to people? How can we lower the fear content, undo the negative associations, create new meaning, open possibilities?

Naomi Tucker 

I just remembered this quote after rereading an article from 2015 on why it’s more important than ever to say ‘bisexual’, an article I feel is even more relevant now. Please do all you can to advocate for bisexual visibility and inclusion (keeping in mind self care and personal safety is important!), no matter what your sexuality is.  ❤

Remember that beautiful text Oscar Isaac wrote for “Neue Journal” back in 2015.

Several years ago, I did a movie with William Hurt. I was just was so curious, and blown away by him and his mind. Right before action, he would say to himself, “I’m going to die.” It’s an amazing tool to remind yourself of your mortality. It destroys tension, and puts you in touch with your humanness and how small you are. No matter what context you’re in, you don’t have to be, and can’t be, more than you really are.

Ever since I was little, I’ve been in a constant state of existential anxiety, it’s been a little bit of a preoccupation, and I’m sure I’m not alone. I think that’s probably the state of humans—an utter and palpable feeling of isolation—and that’s why we need to make things. Something happens when this switch gets turned on, and I realize, “Oh my gosh, we’re completely alone.” And that is what I try to tap into. I think that’s probably at the heart of why I like doing this so much. It’s a direct outlet for that anxiety, and through being other people and finding an engine of expression, there’s a feeling of immortality. I get to live all of these lives.

In character, there’s the artisanal aspect that’s interesting, but then there’s the more shamanistic elements, the ritual that is performed, with an audience in the hopes of bridging a spiritual plane. And I try to locate the spiritual plane. I’m obsessed with the idea that when people are really connected to a performance, it’s when the audience and the performer are breathing at the same time. A very pack-animal thing happens. Everyone’s breathing together, they become ‘in’ the same moment together. In a live room, it’s incredible, but with film, you can breathe with someone who’s long dead, but you find yourself moving together at the same rhythm. That’s communicating with the dead.

I believe very strongly in acting as an expressive art, not a communicative one. It’s more akin to abstract painting. When it becomes literal it dies. Because the camera only sees, it doesn’t dictate anything. The audience wants to experience someone seeing and feeling, not judging, not being ahead of it, just expressing their humanity, regardless of what the role is. There is a bit of subversion that has to happen as well, that’s when you connect back to the idea, “I’m going to die.” It’s fucking serious. I’m going to die. I can’t pretend that what’s happening in the room has happened before—it can only be about the present moment, regardless of how it unfolds. But all those things have to be unconscious and it all has to come to a head. And through that crisis, you can give voice to a particular life.

I recently was watching police brutality videos online. It would enrage me so much. My heart pounded from the horror of watching people abuse their power. I put myself there and tried to imagine being the victim or the aggressor. To imagine myself as the cop enraged me all the more, because there was a sadness about it; because you saw that he was all pumped up and the adrenaline was shooting through him, and he was scared—you try to imagine why he became a cop or why certain people become who they become, and how things change both over time and in a second.

We have selective empathy. All people have that. You can empathize with one thing, and then decide that this person does not deserve that. Of course, you know forgiveness is a funny thing. Forgiveness would mean that you still have to recognize their humanity, regardless of their actions or what crimes they commit. Beyond their cruelty, they’re just as isolated as you are. I guess they also have to forgive themselves. They make a construct where they’re not guilty, which is probably their way of survival. It’s a justification. I saturate myself with these things, and they get filtered into my work somehow, particularly the idea of abuse. I think that comes out in Ex Machina. Unconsciously.

The illusiveness of it is everything. As animals, we’re hardwired to respond to change. Any shift in environment, anything that you’re seeing, it electrifies you. In characters I try to find the mystery or the duality. There are always two things happening. One is who they’re trying to present, and two is who they can’t help but be. And those two things are constantly battling each other. And when one comes out, the other one comes out more, and that gives us a sense of, “We don’t know exactly who this person is or what they want.” You’re seeing these changes happening—it’s like meeting a new person. And that makes you pay attention. It lets you get lost in someone.

Sometimes all the work you put in, all the inspiration, all the meditations— all this melts away for a moment, and it really is like an elevated state of being for a second. It actually feels like a deeper version of myself. In those little moments, it’s such a spiritual thing. It’s worth all the work and the humiliation. With this work, although there is little chance of any physical danger, the possibility for psychological danger is high. You’re putting yourself into the arena and trying to allow your unconscious to speak to the world, and it’s a very weird thing to do, so the possibility for humiliation and psychological damage is worth it for the exhilarating moments of grace that happen when you’re surfing your own unconscious reality.

July 20, 2015.

Photo by Brigitte Lacombe.

Like, real talk:

You think Sirius being short is canon?

Prove it. Pull out the books. Find quotes. I will also accept verified quotes from JK Rowling. 

Note: Don’t bring up the movie heights. The movie heights aren’t canon. That means this stuff: 

Those heights have nothing to do with canon. They are from supplemental film material that JKR had literally nothing to do with (even less to do with than she did the films themselves, and that’s saying something.)

“he had forgotten that he was short and skinny and thirteen, whereas Black was a tall, full-grown man” - Prisoner of Azkaban, Ch. 17
“He was rather taller than Snape” - Order of the Phoenix, Ch. 24
“To Sirius’s right stood Pettigrew, more than a head shorter, plump, and watery-eyed” - Deathly Hallows, Ch. 10
“Sirius was tall and handsome and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life.” - Deathly Hallows, Ch. 34

Those quotes are from the book and describe Sirius as tall. If you realllllllly think Sirius being short is canon, pull out quotes from the books or actual quotes from JKR. 

And no, she didn’t somehow tell the casting directors of the films what heights to cast. Like… so much of the cast doesn’t match the books, she would have to be willfully influencing them to contradict her. 

Like stop and think about all the stuff they got wrong in the films and try to tell yourself again that she had something to with Remus and Sirius’s heights. The films didn’t care about that level of accuracy (and mostly I think that’s perfectly all right. The films are films. The books are books. They should exist separately.)

So again: you think Sirius Black is canonically short. Prove it. Quotes or admit that it’s not canon and Sirius Black being tall is in fact canon.

You can talk up and down ALLLLL you want about how Suicide Squad only won an Oscar in a “bullshit” category like Hair and Make up, but just remember that M@rvel couldn’t even get an Oscar in a “bullshit” category. 

Know your place.

Theatre Kid Gothic

Want to do something after school? Can’t, it’s hell week. It’s always hell week.

“It’s in the prop room!” The prop room door is open, the lights are off. Everything is in the prop room but nothing can be found. People who enter the prop room never return.

The show is three weeks away, it’s hell week, the show is three weeks away, time is crunched, the show is three weeks away, we’ve only blocked half of act one.

Your costumes are hanging in the prop room. You don’t dare to ask how, you’ve never been given a costume, but it’s hanging in the prop room.

You need your character shoes, the left one is missing. Nobody has a left shoe. Where did the left shoes go?

Remember to watch your back. If the audience can see it, they can see everything. The things you don’t want them to see.

You have a quick change, you have thirty seconds. The techies have you dressed in five. How do they do it? You don’t even remember exiting stage left and you’re ready to enter stage right in your new costume.

It’s hell week and the lights are running. Who’s running the lights? You can’t see, the lights are too bright.

You are hot and cold, the lights are one you, temperature makes no sense, you’re sweating but want to put on a sweatshirt.

There’s mic tape all over you. You don’t wear a mic, but there’s mic tape on your face and neck and chest and back. It hurts.

You need to get makeup done. “Go to Ben!” There’s nobody named Ben at the theatre, but you find him anyway. He does your makeup perfectly.

I still can't get over Viktor's expression here.

I mean, if love had a physical embodiment, it’d be that expression right there. You’re so happy for them and then you remember how hard they’ve worked and struggled, and how much they deserve to succeed and how much you want them to succeed and when they do you’re so filled with pure joy and relief and pride at their triumph and overwhelmed with love that you suddenly feel like breaking down and sobbing. I think yoi really did a good job with this scene ahhhh

The Internet

Welcome to the land of the free and

the home of the brave, a place where

you can find anything and everything.

The internet is something we all hold

very close to hearts, without it there

would be no life as we know it. Since the

beginning of time internet has roamed

around the world.

It seems now a days people are

born with iphones and amazing skills at

how to ‘internet’. Need friends? Well

guess what the internet has them.

Wanna buy clothes but your too lazy to

go out, buy some on the internet, just

remember it won’t look the same on you

as shown in the picture.

Tired of being alone and having no

one care about you? Find your true love

on the internet, but be warned they

don’t always look the same as they

show. So many fall so deep into the

internet they believe everything they

see. “Wanna burn fat fast follow these 5

rules and burn 20 pounds in two days!”.

BREAKING NEWS! It isn’t real, you

can have doctors praising a pill, “Dr. Lee

swears on this product, 100%

guaranteed to help you shed pounds

thanks to our main ingredient green

powder herbs mixed with tea. This will

also help you get the glowing skin you

always wished for”

What about Facebook?! Using

you status bar as your diary as if

someone actually gives a damn, We get

Becky you like Starbucks. It’s the same

thing with Instagram; the need to have a

certain amount of followers in order to

be considered someone special.

Can we talk about how these

websites know exactly what we want.

You scroll down your news board on

Facebook and boom an ad of christian

mingle right when you got tired of being

The internet, we must protect

this thing at all costs, what would we be

without it? Well maybe people would get

off the couch and get a job. There’d be

less people living with their parents

while they’re 30 that’s for sure. The

internet, it’s the land of the free and the

home of the brave, extremely overrated

and under appreciated. Remember kids

it’s dangerous and will ruin your life so

proceed with caution.

anonymous asked:

we have to enter a birthdate in our registers for anything that you have to be 18+ to buy, but we only have to ID on alcohol and tobacco so unless you look young we'll just ask. i can't even tell you how many times a day someone buys children's medicine and is *SHOCKED* at it. "my BIRTHDAY???!? for KID'S cough syrup??!!" yes joanne even though it's intended for kids' consumption it's still a DRUG that an ADULT needs to buy and administer appropriately. just tell me your birthday already

I think it started being monitored more closely about 11 years, maybe 12 years ago. I remember because no one was allowed to sell it for a while and I had a really bad cold, so no medicine to get through it. They put it back on the shelves after they figured out what to do about the problem(used to make illegal drugs), so now you have to be IDed and you’re limited to buying 2. You have guys like this to blame. -Abby

For @musicalluna, whose birthday is today. I don’t know if you remember, but you requested this scenario from me your last birthday and then I was a very bad friend and never finished it. Here it is now. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Warnings: Panic attack, chemical attack, injury

Characters: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanova, background Clint/Natasha, background Steve/Tony

Nat is ten yards away when she sees six AIM agents swarm Steve at once and latch onto him as best they can. She knows better than most that holding Steve down is not an easy thing to do, but six men putting in their all at once is enough to slow him down, enough to give the last agent the opportunity to get in his face. Nat sees it happening but she’s too far away and she’s got her own two goons between her and Steve. She vaults and spins and hears a spine snap but by the time she’s recovered from her landing it’s too late. There’s gas in Steve’s mouth and nose and eyes and Nat screams. Tony and Bruce are screaming with her and a moment later, Hulk is tearing through the battlefield and ripping agents off of Steve.

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I love girls. I love their hair and their hands and their softness and their smiles and personalities and the way they talk to their friends and how they look at you and how they laugh and I love it when they make that face where they scrunch up their nose and they’re focused and how they always seem to know what’s going on and yet they can be so clueless and I love that too. I love how they hold your hand and the way they touch your hair and how they laugh at their own jokes. I love it when they talk and their face lights up and I love it when they get shy and look down and when they get flustered and can’t speak and I love the way they dance and blow hair out of their face and when they tuck the loose strands behind their ears. I love it when girls see their friends and run to them and hug them.. I love the way girls hug. I love it when they pull their sleeves over their hands and I love it when they roll their sleeves up and and when they give you their jacket. I love the way girls love…. I love girls

anonymous asked:

Hi there. You probably won't read this, but if you do I would really like some advice from such talented artist like you. I love drawing and honestly I'm not so very good at times. So when I get discouraged over details that I'm not getting well at in a drawing, what do you recommend I do? One day I wish to make my own graphic novel, but how can I become better at drawing if I get easily discouraged. Where do you find the motivation to draw so well? If you have any helpful advice, I'm all ears

Hello anon!  Even though I’m not able to reply to most of my Asks, I do read all of them and really appreciate when people send them.  <3 

Anyway, I get discouraged at times too, especially if I compare myself to others. But the first thing I try to remember is that instead of feeling like I’ll never be that good, I use their art as a learning tool instead and study what I like about it.  (Many artists also have tutorials and videos that are invaluable) 

Probably the most important thing is to just keep drawing.  Draw A LOT.  Studying art tutorials and books will help you learn new skills, but drawing is the only way you’ll actually improve. 

Do as many pictures as you can from start to finish.  Sketches and doodles help you improve too, but going all the way to a fully finished picture (whether black and white or fully colored) is how you’ll figure out a stable work flow. 

Have fun with your art.  If you’re not having fun you’re not going to want to do it.  Find something you LOVE to draw, something you’re really passionate about, whether it’s fan art from your favorite fandom, original characters, portraits, etc.  If you don’t love it, drawing will be harder than it should be.

Some people draw in silence, but me, I need music. On days when I’m sitting in front of the computer staring at Photoshop and not really feeling it, I turn on my go-to drawing playlist, try to blank out my mind, and just draw.  I have several types of drawing playlists, each designed to help me either get focused or get pumped!

Find something that helps inspire you and give you ideas, whether it’s books, fanfiction, movies, or squee-ing over your favorite headcanons with friends.  I’ve had conversations with people where I come out feeling like, “OMG I NEED TO DRAW THIS!”

Final note that may not apply to everyone but is still important to mention:  Take care of your mental health.  If there is something that is affecting your ability to function on a day-to-day basis, such as depression, anxiety disorder, etc. it may also affect your creativity.  Professionals are there to help you.  If you broke your leg, you would seek medical help.  If your brain is self sabotaging because of a chemical imbalance, you should also get medical help.  It may not be a quick fix, but it’s better than letting it fester and get worse.

I hope this helps, and good luck!!

timel0rd-of-the-rings  asked:

If you can remember back this far, what initially inspired you to do art and continue with it? What was your first drawing of?

I’ll be a lil lazy here for a bit, and copy/paste a response to a similar question from my deviantART FAQ;

“There’s really not ‘how’ I got into drawing, it’s just something I always did. My parents say that I’ve became interested in pencils as soon as I figured out how to function, meaning I have probably been drawing for well over 20 years.
I have also ALWAYS wanted to be an illustrator, ever since I learned that you could do that as a job.
Way, way back in primary school we had to draw what we wanted to become, and I drew myself drawing in a studio!”

As for your other question, it’s absolutely impossible for me to know what my FIRST drawing was, however, here’s some of my oldest drawings I could find:

It’s Bionicle: Mask of Light fan art from when I was 10!! :D

For future reference; Questions like these would be better fit for my art blog! <:

anonymous asked:

How do you think Ardyn would have Prompto dressed like if he forced him to get married together ?

Remember that time Seymour forced Yuna to marry him??

THAT!!!!! X’‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘DDDD

sorry anon, I cannot unsee this :’‘‘DDD Everytime I thought about your ask this came to mind lol   Forcing smn into marriage can’t end well, FFX already proofed that. and they did it with hilarious outfits ~

however, I have another sketch lying around where I try to take your ask more seriously. maybe I’ll finish it. dunno yet though >_o

on another note- your ask inspired a different thought in me that I wanna explore cause I was shocked about my own theory.  you might be too o-o”

anonymous asked:

i've been rereading moonstuck and it's as amazing as i can remember, but i have a question! how did you get discord to go out of the post's frame? :o

ahhh I’m sorry this is so late, it got lost inbetween a couple of other asks! D: but thank you!!

the out-of-frame images were done using some custom CSS to position the image, then calling it with a <span> tag in the post itself (with copious amounts of previewing and readjusting). unfortunately at some point it stopped working with tumblr, so that trick doesn’t work anymore, and if there’s another workaround I haven’t found it. :/ now I have to be really careful not to edit any of those Moonstuck posts or it’ll break it.

‘Thwarted’ Chapter 50

The next chapter is up!  Galactic Idiot finally finds his sanity and makes an actual reasonable decision. Galactic Middle Management bides his time and oh yeah, Galactic Girlfriend wakes up.


That night he holds her close. “Rey … I’ve asked … I’ve asked my mother to come. Remember how you told me she taught you to heal? I’m hoping that between the two of us we can bring you back. You just have to stay a little longer. Please, just hold on. Don’t you want to see her again? I know you’ve missed her,” he murmurs against her temple as he runs his fingers through her hair. “Just hold on, please, please hold on.”

He wants to have hope. He wants to believe that this will work. That Leia Organa will arrive before it’s too late. But he has no way of knowing if his message will even arrive. He has no idea how far away the Resistance is. It could take days for the transmission to reach them and weeks for her to make the trip. If she’ll even agree to his terms.

He’d promised her safe passage and that she would be free to leave. He hadn’t wanted to go into many details about Rey’s condition. He’d even promised that Skywalker could accompany her. Who knows, perhaps in his years of exile he’s learned a thing or two about Force healing.

He huffs a laugh against her forehead. He can’t believe he’s been reduced to begging for help from his relatives. He’s always telling Rey that he’ll do anything for her and it would seem that it’s true.

anonymous asked:

Thoughts on ivar and sex? Some people have mentioned that his nerves got the best of him rather than he can't have it at all. People who are in wheelchairs can have sex but it take a different kind of learned effort but most have normal sex lives. How do you think he would be when having sex? He seemed very insecure and submissive but that might change if he got some confidence? He DID have kids and grandkids historically tho.

Yes, historical Ivar had kids but I think the show runners threw the last bit of historical accuracy out of the window by killing off Sigurd, so I really have no idea where they will go with it on the show.

I remember reading an interview where Alex said that Ivar isn’t impotent, he’s just having performance problems, which makes sense to me. Not moving your legs much must definitely cause issues with the bloodflow in your lower body. He also said that after what happened with Margreth Ivar thinks that he is impotent and isn’t likely to try again any time soon. So if he ever gets confident enough to try again - what I really hope - the women would have to take control at first, so that he’d just have to sit back and relax. That will probably be hard enough for him anyways. I think maybe if Margreth would have done that instead of just lying there and waiting for it to be over, thinks might have turned out differently.

About him being insecure and submissive: Who isn’t at their first time? And now next time will probably be the same. Wouldn’t be realistic at all if he goes from thinking “he can’t please a woman” to being a skilled lover from one time to the next. When he gets more experienced and confident I imagine him to be quite dominant in bed. He likes to have control about others so I think that would be a turn on for him. But on the other hand some say that these born-leader-characters are often submissive in bed because they enjoy the chance to give up contol for a while. So that might be another possibilty. 

I hope we will find out in the seasons to come. Whatever the outcome will be a scene including Ivar and no clothes is always a good scene.

Getting very interesting asks today. Love it! Keep them coming!