and i screwed up so i had to go back and remake it

anonymous asked:

you're hcs are so cute im always waiting for the next post 💞 can u do a lil RFA + Saeran reacting to an MC who's happy most of the time but finds it draining and recharges by being really quiet and ignoring people? (This is the first time it happened lmao)

Ohhhh I’m totally like that! lol it’s not easy being an introvert, am I right?

Hope you like this:

RFA + Saeran with an introvert MC


  • It was after a premiere of one of his musicals, you were perfect back there!
  • You smiled to the photographers and even gave interviews, Zen didn’t have to do a thing, he just watched you being as good as him at this.
  • Then you two got home and he wanted to comment on everything, what you thought about the musical, if you liked the costumes, the songs and all.
  • “It was cool.” Oh… cool? That’s it?
  • Apparently it was, since you didn’t say anything else. You changed to your pajamas and grabbed a book to read in the living room.
  • He was tired, and also very worried. Was it that bad? If he knew you would hate that much, he would have get that another role… but… you sounded so excited before…
  • “Something wrong?” you ask him, now he notices he’s been staring at you for a while, to the point you let go of your book, concerned.
  • “I… don’t know. Is there something wrong, babe? What didn’t you like about the musical? The songs? The lines, I know it was a little cliché, but I thought it was interesting somehow and…”
  • “Zen, what are you talking about?” “It’s okay, babe. You hated the musical. “No, I didn’t.” “So why did you say it was cool?” “Because… it was cool?”
  •  “No, it wasn’t! You hate it! You pretended you enjoy to not make me look like a fool to the press, but you didn’t like it and now you won’t even talk to me about it! Was my acting bad?”
  • Okay, you’re tired, and normally you wouldn’t put up with this drama right now, but… look at him! He’s so worried and… hurt? This is painful to you too.
  • Then you explain about always being like this. You’re an introvert, you can handle a few good hours dealing with people, but after a while, you need a rest from all of this.
  • He totally understands. Sometimes he feels the same, but in a different proportion from you, of course.
  • “I’m sorry, babe. I’ll let you get back to your book, tomorrow you tell me what is it about, okay?” he kissed your forehead and let you with your book.
  • Maybe he can turn the story in it into a musical just for you?


  • It happened after a geek convention.
  • He thought you wouldn’t want to go with him, but the minute you walked in, he was the one dragged to every single stand.
  • You were so excited, taking pics with the cosplayers, buying doujinshis, even joining karaoke contests.
  • He swears he fell in love with you all over again. All the guys there wishe they had a girlfriend who likes these things as much as you do.
  • But as soon as you get home, you just grab your phone and stares at it like your life depends on it.
  • He asks what you want for dinner. “Whatever. You choose.”
  • Poor boy is remaking all his steps to know when he screwed up to get you mad. Was he too close to that girl with a very revealing cosplay?
  • Oh… he knew he should have joined you on a duet in the karaoke, but what can he do? He’s super shy!
  • He doesn’t even know where to start his apology, so he does what he knows best: omurice. With a “sorry” and a sad face made of ketchup.
  • “Why are you sorry?” you ask, concerned. “I… I don’t know.” Well… this isn’t going anywhere…
  • “I swear I had my hands behind my back the whole time with that cosplayer and… I’ll sing any duet you want to sing in the next con.”
  • “Oh… thank you, but you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. It’s fine, honey.” “But… why are you mad, then?” “I’m not mad, I’m just…”
  • Oh… now you get it. POOR THING! You two never went to an event this big with these many people, so he didn’t know this little feature of yours.
  • And when you explain, he’s so relieved you’re not mad at him, and he totally understands, these things are pretty overwhelming for him as well.
  • You two eat the omurice together and lay on the bed a little later, you messing on your phone, he on his, and you both humming the same song, like a duet.


  • The cafe never been so crowded.
  • You two were taking orders, making coffee, checking the cashier, all at once.
  • If she had to do this by herself, she’s pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to handle, but having you smiling like you are in a parade or something gives her the strength she needs.
  • Seriously, you’re not even fazed, you keep smiling and being extra nice to even the most rude customers, and this makes her feel like she should keep up to you.
  • She closed the cafe with the deepest sigh she could give. Lord! This was tiring! What do you think? Oh… you’re already going away.
  • She finishes closing the store and reaches you in the sidewalk, almost panting. 
  • You don’t even look at her, you keep looking forward with your arms crossed against your chest, as if you were… sad.
  • B-but why? Why would you be sad? What happened? Was that customer that rude to you? Oh… no, maybe it was that time when she yelled at you to get the mop to clean some coffee on the floor before one of you slipped.
  • She knew she was a little rude, but she was just caught up by all the mess inside the café, she didn’t want to be snappy at you or something.
  • But you don’t know that, so that’s why you’re walking like she’s not even beside you.
  • So he gives a few larger steps and stop in front of you. You look at her and blink in surprise. “Jaehee? What’s wrong?”
  • “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude with you, I was just so busy!” she says hugging you. You immediately blush, she’s not one to PDA like this all of a sudden.
  • “I appreciate it, but… what are you sorry for, exactly?” “The mop…” “What happened to the mop?” she lets you go and you stare at each other, puzzled.
  • She explains everything, then you do the same. Well, she knew you had this tendency, but she haven’t witnessed before, so it was a little surprising to see you so quiet all of a sudden.
  • But as you two get home, she realizes some silence can be good after this long day. So she’s in the bedroom and you’re in the living room, you both reading books and recharging for what will be, hopefully, another long day tomorrow!


  • You dropped by his office to lunch with him
  • Everybody in his company loves you, because if you showed up, Mr. Han will probably be in a good mood for the whole afternoon and work will be easy to handle.
  • So a few employees surround you, asking if you’re okay, if you need anything, how are the preps for the wedding. Just this small talk.
  • And you’re very polite and nice, so nobody ever feel uncomfortable on treating you this kindly.
  • When you finally are able to meet him in his office, he promptly goes to you and gives you a peck , which… you don’t respond too much.
  • “How is everything, my love?” “Fine.” And you give him this lazy smile, looking around everywhere in his office, except him.
  • Shit! He is late, isn’t he? And you’re probably furious because he always says you two will have a calm and nice meal and he never… wait! He’s on time!
  • So why are you mad about? Is it because you don’t want to have lunch in his company? Well, that can be arranged, he can call the chopper and take you somewhere. But you sounded excited over the phone, so something happened when you got here.
  • Hum, did one of his employees bother you? Yes, they can do that sometimes…
  • “Tell me who it was.” That’s all he says, while you stare at your plate. “Who what?” “Who bothered you? It was that blond girl from finance? She does have this tendency to be meddlesome. Don’t worry, my love, I’ll let HR know they need to have a little talk to her.”
  • “Oh my God, Jumin. Don’t fire her!” “So who should I fire?” “Nobody! Nobody bothered me!” “So why are you mad? Did I do something?” “No! Of course not, honey! And… who’s mad?”
  • “You? When you walked in?” Oh… yeah, that.
  • You explain to him that, as much as you enjoy talking to his employees, all the attention can be very draining sometimes and you just need a little time in silence to recharge.
  • He TOTALLY understands it, he even can relate. His acquaintances can be very tiring sometimes.
  • So yeah, a silent meal wouldn’t be that bad right now. You two can compensate with dinner in his penthouse when you’ll discus the wedding preparation, anyway.


  • You were in a car show, he wanted your opinion on the next baby he should get
  • Though you don’t understand much about cars, you know his preferences pretty well by now, as he told you a lot about them. Seriously, a lot!
  • So you’re the one dragging him to the cars he might like, considering brand, model, color… yeah, he definitely likes it.
  • You have small talk with the models standing beside the cars and the sellers, and  he doesn’t know who is nicer here. Probably it’s you, since you’re not trying to sell a super pricy car, you’re just… naturally nice.
  • He wants a test drive to this particular car, and when he asks you while the seller is a little away to get the key, he asks what you think. “It’s nice.”
  • Well, he wouldn’t say it’s “nice”, it’s more like AMAZING, COOLLLLL, A SUPER FINE BABY! And you’re just: “okay, if you say so.” SHIT!
  • Are you mad? Why? You didn’t like being dragged here? But you sounded pretty excited before talking to the sellers… oh… the one who went to get the key was definitely trying to hit on you, you’re uncomfortable, ain’t you?
  • You two hop in the car and he starts driving, the seller keeps making small talk and you basically ignore everything that’s going on.
  • “So, what do you think?” the guy asks. “Can I have a moment alone with MY FIANCÉ so we can discuss this AS A COUPLE?” he emphasizes this words for the guy to take the hint you’re taken. “Yeah, sure.”
  • “Don’t worry. I won’t buy this one.” “Why not? You like it!” “If I decide to take it, we would have to sign the papers with that guy and I don’t want to let you even more uncomfortable with him.” “Why? He’s not that bad.”
  • “He’s not? But… why do you look like you want to throw up everytime he opens his mouth?” “Because he talks too much, but I’m not uncomfortable, I’m just… bored with all this useless small talk and his desperation to you buying the car.”
  • Yeah, the guy is a little annoying, being nice to him was a burden for Saeyoung too. You’re always very nice, but he knows by now this can tire you a lot.
  • And hey, he totally can relate, that’s why sometimes all he needs is his headphones and a super loud music to recover himself.
  • So he takes the car, he liked it and wanted to take you out of there soon so you could relax.
  •  The way home is quiet, you two are listening to the radio, not talking, just holding hands.


  • His first RFA party.
  • It was so crowded! He was a little intimidated and anxious, dealing with big noisy crowds was still a journey to him.
  •  But a few reassuring kisses from you everytime you passed by him between small talk with guests here and there, and he felt he could handle this.
  • Hell, you don’t even need to look at him, just seeing you smiling and talking to the guests as if they’re close friends totally make him feel he got this!
  • And he did, it wasn’t that bad after all, thanks to you.
  • He went to your place after the party. It was comfortable being around you, but he was still nervous, facing a crowd like that felt less nerve wracking than being alone with you.
  • Okay, you telling him to make himself at home and just plopping in the couch to watch TV wasn’t what he was expecting.
  • I mean, he didn’t know what to expect, but… it wasn’t this, for sure.
  • It’s almost like you forgot he’s here. Like you are… ignoring him? Why?
  • Did he do something wrong? Oh, that rich dude said PDA was unprofessional, but he thought you didn’t give a damn to what Jumin said.
  •  Did he do something wrong? But he was pretty sure he was doing good tonight. Wasn’t he?
  • “I’m going now.” He said bluntly, heading to the door. “What? Why?” you jumped off the couch, going after him “I won’t bother you any longer, don’t worry.” “Bother me? But…”
  • “I’m such an idiot! I screwed up, didn’t I?” “No! You were amazing tonight!” he blushes a little. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, but why are you ignoring me, then?”
  • Oh, this poor thing… you explain to him how hard it is to just recover from all the agitation and you need some time to just stay quiet.
  •  I mean… you’re preaching to the choir here, he definitely feels the same way, he was so nervous about having to be all lovey dovey with you, he’s relieved this won’t be necessary.
  • But he definitely didn’t complain when he woke up cuddling with you in the couch. Just sleeping was a greeeat idea, after all.
Bob Morley Imagine: Get To Know Me (Part 1)


Part 2

Summary: Reader, famous singer, hooks up with Bob on Lindsey’s birthday party. Then she gets a role on The 100 and is nervous about seeing him again but everything goes better than she expected.

Word Count: 1808

Originally posted by paul-steroline-lover

I took a deep breath as I had parked my car into a parking spot for actors. Today one of my biggest dreams was going to become a reality.

Even though I would always be mainly a singer I had always wanted to try acting. So once I had gotten an opportunity to be casted in my favorite tv show, The 100, I had immediately agreed without hesitation. I had been more than eager to become a part of such amazing show and the fact that I would be able to work with my good friend Lindsey was just a bonus.

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BLSummerBingo 2017: Pool Noodles, Diving Board

The Eden 5 sun was out and blazing, shimmering through the air and casting an bright, dry heat over Jack and Rhys’ summer home. Though the air conditioning was on full blast inside of the mansion, the alpha and omega had decided to forgo the their usual spot in the living room or kitchen to spend the rest of the afternoon out by the pool.

Rhys was dressed in a short pair of turquoise trunks patterned with bright gold stars and a white crop-top that matched his sunglasses. He had been lounging around in the large, inflatable ice cream sandwich raft he’d begged Jack to buy him in anticipation of their trip until he’d drained his drink and floated over to the side of the pool to go get a new one. As he’d hoisted himself out of the pool and onto the deck Jack had resurfaced behind him and soaked his backside with a large splash. Rhys growled as he rose to his feet, glaring at Jack as the older man laughed and treaded water with a large, smug grin.

“Jack, I swear, if you splash me one more time, I’m telling the bar guy to not let you have any more,” Rhys frowned as he skirted away from another splash, jingling his empty drink in emphasis.

“I’m warning you.”

“All right, all right, Rhysie, don’t get your shorts in a bunch,” Jack held up his hands, kicking away from the wall as he sought out some of the random pool toys floating about in the water. Rhys sighed, shaking his head as he hopped up to the bar and ordered himself another Blue Hawaiian as he let the sun steadily dry his wet back and legs.

Stupid Jack. He was just pissy that Rhys didn’t want to play around with his childish pool games or watch Jack dive off the board he’d had installed before their visit.

Dive. Rhys snorted as he sipped from the freshly blended drink. More like belly flop.  

Maybe he should agree to watch Jack dive. Maybe smacking his face on the water would teach him a lesson about not being such a douche.

Rhys smirked, walking over the smooth stone deck back towards the pool.

“On second thought, Jack, maybe you should go off the high dive, I mean, since you’ve been so—“ Rhys screamed as his open mouth was suddenly filled with a jet of pool water, nearly causing him to drop his drink. He spluttered, crop top splattered in a mix of water and melted blue curaçao, glaring at the cheeky, tanned CEO floating on a bright yellow pool noodle.

What the fuck Jack?” Rhys screeched, dodging another jet of water from the pool noodle as Jack blew into the other end.

Oh real mature!” Rhys hissed, shaking his half spilled drink threateningly at Jack.

“Aw, pumpkin—“

“No, screw you! I’m telling! Hey, don’t give him anymore alcohol he’s being a prick!” Rhys roared in the direction of the bar, stomping off to get a remake on his drink even as Jack pulled himself dripping wet out of the pool behind him to give chase to the angry, tipsy omega.  

just a little something to take care of the rest of these prompts! c:

PT1   PT2   PT3   PT4   PT5   PT6

Stiles stays. Puts down his jacket, and his shoes, and goes to sit on the table, watching Derek as he stands and stares out the window.

It’s silent inside the loft, and not much better outside.

Derek’s holding his arms defensively across his chest, and Stiles finds himself mimicking the gesture. He counts in his head to pass the time, something he’s picked up in the last few days, just trying to get through. When the big picture gets too much he shuts his eyes, and thinks hard—one, two, three, four, five—until he’s calmer.

He does it now, eyes shut. One, two, three…

Through his counting, the sound of Derek’s breathing comes into focus, steady but shallow. Stiles syncs his own up almost unconsciously. He hears when Derek moves as well, a scrape of feet against the floor, and then the creak of the wooden table as he leans on it. Stiles feels Derek’s body heat along his right side.

He opens his eyes and turns to Derek. Derek has obviously been staring at him, and now he looks away quickly. His arms drop down to his sides, curling around the edge of the table. The first in a series of moves that Stiles waits silently through, until eventually, Derek speaks.

“I was dreaming, last night. Not remembering.”

That’s one worry off Stiles’ list at least.

“Nightmare,” Derek adds, but that’s nothing new. They all have nightmares, even talk about them, sometimes. There is relief to be found when the same events and creatures occur across multiple pack member’s night time thoughts.

“And when I touched you…” Stiles starts, trying to lead this time, and not demand the confession from Derek.

“You were right. I… I needed it.” Derek whispers it out, like his needs aren’t worth the proper air to make a statement.

Stiles’ hand jerks, wanting to reach for Derek’s. He doesn’t, because he worries Derek will think it’s a pitying gesture, offered not because Stiles wants to, but because Derek admitted he wanted it. Derek wouldn’t want to be owed that measure of comfort.

“You’re pack,” Derek states simply, but still more air than voice. “You’re… safe.”

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              I was a very clean kid growing up. I don’t mean that my room was always straight and my clothes freshly ironed, my wife will still tell you that I’m horrible at that. No, what I mean is that I wasn’t the “down and dirty” type of kids who dug in the ground for bugs or made mud pies. I wouldn’t touch a worm to bait a fishing hook, let alone touch the slimy fish. I liked going to the beach but I hated how you found sand everywhere for the next 2 weeks. Even now as an adult, when my kids have messy hands and they go to give me a hug, I cringe. I don’t like mess.

                Even if you were more of a messy kid than me, there is something that we all like about order, neatness, and perfect. Think how good you feel when you go shopping for new school clothes and you have all these new outfits hanging up in your closet. Or how nice it feels when you finish all your homework, put the books away, and you can just chill out for the rest of the day. Mess is equivalent to stress and imperfection, something we want to rid our lives us.

                But in the Bible story I want to share with you today, Jesus asks us not to look at the mess, but instead to look at Him. That may sound easy, right? Jesus is clean and perfect. Who wouldn’t want to pursue him instead of the mess that is in our own lives? Yet we struggle with sin and it is often the first thing our mind goes to. In John 9, Jesus and his friends see a man who was born blind and the disciples immediate thought is that either this man must have committed a great sin and God is punishing him, or his parents did and this is there punishment. There gut instinct is to look at the mess in this man’s life, in this case, his blindness, and put shame and guilt on him or his family.

                Let me ask you this, where is there mess in your life? Where do you find yourself putting shame and guilt? Maybe you feel embarrassed because you just don’t ever have the right thing to say. You’re a little awkward and feel like you never say the right thing or have the correct answers. When you enter a group of people, be in school or a sport, you immediately feel like the outcast, like you have a big mess on your face that won.

                Or maybe your shame is in the fact that you do fit in and there are so many expectations for you. You are expected by your parents to do well in school. You are expected by your coach to score the goal. You are expected by your friends to dress and act a certain way. And these expectations aren’t all bad, but you will screw up. You will make a mistake. Things will, at some point, get messy.

                And yet, back to the story, when Jesus’ disciples as why this man is blind, Jesus’ answer is not that the man is being punished, but that God is going to use Him to do something amazing. Jesus takes the focus off our mess and puts it on Him and what He is doing. While regular people look at us and immediately start picking out flaws and spitting judgment, Jesus looks at us and sees a friend, someone He can partner with. The mess, the guilt, the shame that we feel is not a deterrent to Him.

                Now we know what’s going to happen. There is someone here that needs healing so Jesus is going to do what he does best: heal.

John 9: 6-7 - After saying this, [Jesus] spit on the ground, made some mud with the saliva, and put it on the man’s eyes. “Go,”he told him,“wash in the Pool of Siloam”(this word means “Sent”). So the man went and washed, and came home seeing.

                Obviously, Jesus could have just waved His hands and “poof” the man would have been healed, but when Jesus does this, there is a deeper meaning. First there is the mud, Why mud? We have to back to the very beginning. Remember when God first made man?

Genesis 2:7 - Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.

                Jesus rubbing mud on this man is very much like when God made man out of the dust of the earth. Why does Jesus do this? Because He is re-making this man. See, at the beginning of time, God did not need us humans, but He chose to make us from the dust of the earth. Then when we sinned, He chose to save us. Now, there is this man who has sin in his life, who has physical deformities and imperfections, and Jesus chooses to save Him. God is not afraid to jump into the mess with us and remake us.

                Some of you believe that your life is a mess and because of that no one could ever like you. Or maybe you believe that sure, one day you’ll get married, have a job, have friends and a house, but you’ll always be burdened by your sins and flaws. No one could completely look past that. But Jesus does. He acknowledges this man’s faults, he recognizes that he is blind, but Jesus doesn’t just pass Him by. He prepares to make this man anew, to use Him for God’s glory.  

                Ok so the mud is a representation of us being remade, but did we need the spit? Isn’t spit gross? Isn’t being spit upon an insult? The Old Testament acknowledges that spit is unclean and insulting. So what is Jesus doing? Here’s the thing: Bodily fluids had a high value back in those days. Your spit, your blood, and whatever else comes out of your body, where all pieces of your life. And our life is messy. Our life is dirty.

                But Jesus comes and uses his bodily fluids, uses his life, the thing that for us is so gross, to say, “No, my life gives healing.”  He mixes the spit with the mud and I can almost hear the echo of Jesus saying, “apart from me, you can do nothing.” And it’s true! Apart from Jesus, our shame stays intact because we do screw up and there is no way for us to stop it. Apart from Jesus, our faults and errors are magnified and we continue to lie, to steal, to judge others for the very things we do. But with Jesus, with his spit on this man’s eyes, with his blood on the cross, we are made new. We are remade, we are reborn, into new creations that don’t have to worry about shame because Jesus was shamed on the cross. We don’t consider sin a thing to trifle with because that debt has been paid in full. We no longer have to look at ourselves and see the sins of past, present, and future (like the disciples did when they looked at the blind man), but instead we can see that hand of God at work and glory being brought to Him, as our savior Jesus did that day.

                Life is messy. Have you ever been walking in a parking lot and seen a coin that was so tarnished and corroded that you could barely see that face on it? They are covered in brown and green. They are ugly. Yet, despite how gross I tell her it is, no matter how much I try to explain to my daughter that these coins are worth barely anything, she still picks them up. She sees value in them. She sees past the grime and dirt. The reason these coins are messy is because they have been worn and used, just like us. You have sinned and you will sin again most likely. But God still sees value in you. He looks past the mess and says, “I am going to save you and remake you.” I don’t know what you’re struggling with today. I don’t know what particular fault is weighing heavy on your heart as I am talking. But God does and yet, He doesn’t shy away from the dirt, but comes and joins us, wiping it away and giving us new life.

Hollywood star Jai Courtney on why he couldn’t resist playing Macbeth at MTC

Shakespeare’s troubled villain is ‘the role of a lifetime’.

Sonia Harford

Jun 2, 2017

“It’s great watching Jai do the fight scenes. You believe he is the best warrior in the army, which is what Macbeth is meant to be,” says actor Geraldine Hakewill.

Cast as Lady Macbeth to Jai Courtney’s foul villain, she can appreciate the stage presence of an action hero – whichever century he finds himself in. 

“I haven’t seen many Macbeths where that’s the case, where you believe he could devastate the opposing army,” she says. “It’s in his body, how he can handle himself on stage. He knows his way around a gun,” she concludes, to laughter from Courtney.

He takes the compliment with a good grace, and there’s no doubting his presence on and off stage. A star of several Hollywood blockbusters, Courtney has a powerful build and a mighty voice. Shakespeare’s lines will no doubt boom right to the back row when the Melbourne Theatre Company production opens this month.

In a break from rehearsals, the two share a sofa to explain their contemporary take on Shakespeare’s fierce Scottish play of witches, ghosts and human villainy; Hakewill a dark, lean and focused figure to Courtney’s reflective film star.

At 31, Courtney can count himself a successful member of the Australian pack in Los Angeles. Raised in Sydney, he attended the WAAPA drama school in Perth and soon landed television and film roles in the United States. 

Following his malevolent turn as a very, very bad guy opposite Tom Cruise and  Werner Herzog in Jack Reacher, he appeared in A Good Day to Die Hard, Divergent and its sequel Insurgent and as the faintly perplexing Captain Boomerang in the 2016 DC Comics outing Suicide Squad.

He’s barely revisited the stage since his WAAPA days. So why now, and why Macbeth?

“I didn’t really see an option for myself once I was offered this,” he says with feeling. “It’s the role of a lifetime, and it came along at a time when I was exploring where my interest in film really stood, and the jobs I was chasing versus the jobs I took.”

Shakespeare, of course, requires a bit more than knowing your way around a gun. Courtney and Hakewill both saw Kate Mulvany’s recent electrifying performance as Richard III with Bell Shakespeare. Her Richard, embittered by mockery and physical weakness, was a schemer, a villain with more wit than weaponry.

Courtney described her as “an absolute force. It was one of the most courageous performances I’d seen on stage.”

Yet Macbeth is a very different kind of villain, in his view.

“He’s a man who’s embarked on a tyrannical journey, and he’s always at odds with the things he has to do. It’s an interesting arc to chart as he wrestles with it right up until the end.

"At one point, he does give himself over to it and submits to chaos. It’s the horror of the acts he chooses to commit that sends him mad. Unlike Richard III, which is all about righting the wrongs endured by him, Macbeth is built on ambition. He bites off more than he can chew in that sense. It’s interesting and hard to play the arm wrestle within one’s self.”

What Hakewill saw in Mulvany’s performance was “her great feel for a story”.

“In Macbeth, the characters go to places that aren’t justifiable from an audience’s point of view but you have to take them with you, because it’s your story.

"Lady Macbeth is often seen as a villain because she doesn’t have someone whispering in her ear, so that’s tricky to find the humanity and the empathy but I am searching for that, because I think there are many reasons she acts the way she does.

"Even though we’re setting this in quite a contemporary context, I’m thinking about when it was written. Even today, here and in other parts of the world, there are constraints that you put yourself under, that society puts women under, that prevent them achieving their ambitions.”

The role marks a welcome departure for her, she says. “It’s a woman playing  a villain! I’m usually playing someone sweet and lovely. This role’s frightening and that’s why I wanted to do it.”

Hakewill has mostly based her career in Sydney, but she appeared in Baal at the Malthouse some years ago and in Joanna Murray-Smith's Fury for the Sydney Theatre Company.

“I probably seem younger than I am so I ended up playing a lot of teenage girls for a while – usually the broken ingenue who gets screwed over by men, because that’s what history has often given us in plays.”

An action role finally came her way in the television series Wanted which this year earned her a Logie nomination for outstanding new talent.

“That was a lovely surprise.”

It’s also well worth hunting down a short film called Young Labor. In this concentrated gem of political satire, Hakewill plays a hilariously narcissistic Labor organiser, browbeating volunteers from party room to fundraising cake stall.

Perfect training for Lady Macbeth, perhaps? “Yes, it looks at though it’s in me somewhere,” she says, laughing. “I got cast for a reason!”

Both actors believe director Simon Phillips has the right touch for the heightened theatricality of Macbeth. Says Hakewill: “Simon’s shows are always big shows.”

Big enough, presumably, for the movie star male lead who has left his home in Los Angeles for a few months in downtown Melbourne.

Courtney admits theatre is as big a challenge as any he’s faced. “I just wanted to get on stage all through my teens.

"As you grow and learn more and push yourself, your ambitions grow, of course … I’ve had funny luck working in film on pre-existing franchises and am often asked about the responsibility to serve those – but the movies can change so much at any part of the process. So in a weird way the pressure is so much greater under these circumstances on stage – because it’s on you to rise to it every night." 

Courtney says after Macbeth he’s  "sticking around to do some film work”. He enjoys going back and forth between Australia and the US. He’ll soon be seen in World War II drama The Exception with Christopher Plummer.

In the past, he has worked on Australian films with his friend Joel Edgerton and with Russell Crowe on The Water Diviner. Next up locally is a planned remake of Storm Boy with Courtney playing Hideaway Tom, the boy’s father. 

“I’m really excited to be on board with this retelling of such an iconic Australian story and it’s so wonderful to have the privilege of working with Geoffrey Rush. I was a fan of the book growing up so it’s an honour to be a part of the film

A Perfect Storm Part 15

Characters:  Dean, Reader, Cas, Sam, Riley, Jesse, Rowena, Crowley

Summary:  Reader is an actress on Supernatural.  What happens when she’s ripped from her own world and thrown into Sam and Dean’s?

Word Count:  1158

Warnings:  Language

I keep forgetting to mention that @for-the-love-of-dean has been my wonderful beta.  She knows what’s coming and still agrees to read it. You have been warned.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Thanks.

Originally posted by luminouscas

A Perfect Storm Part 15

Looking around the room, you assess your ‘army’. Cas, Dean, Sam, Riley, Crowley and Rowena. A ragtag band of misfits if there ever was one. They all look to you expectantly, somehow you’ve taken point as leader of this mission.  

Crowley is here because he’s damn near nuclear over the demons that have defected to Jesse’s side. Rowena claims that she had to pick a side, so her money was on you. Crowley brings an army of demons with him, Rowena has drummed up the support of a coven and Cas has managed to gather some wayward angels to join the cause.  

“What’s the plan of attack?” Sam asks.

“We need to keep watch on Jesse’s tomb. We’ll take shifts. He should be ‘rising from the dead’ in the next twelve hours or so,” you explain. “Let’s break up into shifts.”

“I have demons stationed throughout the graveyard,” Crowley offers. You nod at the King of Hell, but you don’t trust that his demons will report back to you.  

“We’ll take the first watch,” Riley breaks in, reaching for Sam’s hand.

“Yeah, as long as you two are actually ‘watching’,” Dean teases. Sam blushes, it’s endearing. You hope to Chuck that the two of them make it through this.

“My concern is for the innocent followers,” Cas speaks up. “This will come down to a great battle between (Y/N) and Jesse. Demons and angels, all fighting against one another. There will be humans in the crossfire.”

“I agree, that’s my concern too. Cas, is there a way to shield them somehow?” you ask the angel.

“I can have my angels try to remove them from the battle,” he offers.

Rowena chimes in, “Leave the humans to the witches. We can cast protection spells over them.”

“Okay, so Rowena, you and your witches protect the innocent. Cas, you and your angels keep everyone out of the way of Jesse and I. Crowley, your focus is the opposing demons. Dean, you Sam and Riley, just, stay safe, okay?”

Dean looks at you, his jaw clenching. “I’m not letting you go in alone.”

“It comes down to Jesse and I. We both know this. If we survive this, the world is going to need the three of you to keep fighting,” you argue.  

“If we survive this, I don’t…” he trails off, but doesn’t finish his sentence when he realized all eyes are on the two of you. “Forget it. Sam and Riley, go take up position. Report anything new back to us.”

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The Jungle Book Review

Note: Considering how old and well known this story is, I figured putting out a spoiler warning is pretty useless. Nevertheless, I don’t go into detail about plot points specific to this particular adaptation, so this review is spoiler free!

“Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky,
And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back; For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack” -
The Law of the Jungle, by Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling’s original 1894 magnum opus is truly one of Literature’s greatest works. Drawing upon his experiences growing up and working in Colonial India, Kipling created a vivid series of stories about the Indian Jungle that enraptured generations of readers. A masterful wordsmith, he created a Jungle that was both terrifyingly dangerous and intoxicatingly inviting. He populated this world with anthropomorphic animals in order to teach children lessons in respect and morality, with memorable characters like Bagheera, Baloo, Shere Khan, Raksha, Kaa and of course, Mowgli, the Man-Cub. Like many, I fondly remember having it read to me as a child, and to this day it’s one of my all-time favourite books. 

And also like many, I loved Disney’s animated 1967 take on the original story. It was an almost completely different beast from the original story, but it was a wonderful movie that, while lacking much of a plot, was nevertheless charming with it’s humour and its songs, and holds a special place in the hearts of millions of children and those like me who are children at heart. 

And now here we are, almost half a century on from Disney’s initial animated effort, and once again, after some slightly less than memorable live action remakes in the 90s, the Mouse House has unleashed upon the world yet another. But this one delivers. Guys, this one meets the hype. It’s freaking phenomenal. 

With game-changing, spectacular, photorealistic CGI and an impeccably picked cast, Jon Favreau delivers a marvelous adaptation of The Jungle Book for this generation - one that pays homage to it’s animated predecessor, draws thematic inspiration from its source material, all the while creating a compelling narrative of it’s own accord - which could very well be the definitive adaptation of Kipling’s timeless tale. 

There were numerous ways they could’ve screwed this one up. This film is the latest in a long line of live action remakes that Disney is recently producing of it’s animated classics. Some have been better than others. Maleficent, for example, despite a stellar performance from Angelina Jolie, was so obsessed with putting a contemporary spin on a well-known antagonist, and rewriting events in order to make the titular villain more sympathetic, that it was utterly devoid of the original Sleeping Beauty’s charm. The outrageous amount of CGI didn’t help matters either, and it ended up looking like a fake mess. Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland remake, meanwhile had issues with a meandering plot. Last year’s Cinderella, however, was a breath of fresh air. In deciding to make a faithful adaptation of the animated classic, Kenneth Branagh’s movie was received well by both critics and audiences.  

It’s thus that adapting the Jungle Book posed a tricky situation for Jon Favreau, and screenwriter Justin Marks. Had this movie been overly faithful to the 1967 animation, modern audiences would probably scoff at it. However nostalgically people remember talking animals singing about the Bare Necessities of life, a whimsical, live action musical with a lack of threat probably wouldn’t cut it. Too faithful to Kipling’s original text, and it would be considered too “dark and gritty” (as is all the rage today in Hollywood) for the typical Disney demographic. It would also probably lose the trademark Disney charm that people so fondly remember the original with. So what did they do? They combined the best of both worlds, of course, to great success. While setting a new bar for the standards of CGI in movies today. 

As charming as the 1967 version was, it had a very basic plot and lacked a good deal of narrative heft. As befitting the works of Walt Disney, it was very child-friendly, which it ought to have been. But as a result, stakes were significantly lowered. Shere Khan ran away from fire after being distracted by those Beatles vultures. Again, very cute and child friendly - which isn’t to say Favreau’s version isn’t for kids, because it certainly is. Show this to any child and I bet they’d be totally enraptured by what’s unfolding on-screen. But Justin Marks, using themes from Kipling’s novels, lends a great deal of gravitas to the screenplay, and gives more depth to characters like Shere Khan and make them genuinely evil. There’s nothing particularly horrifying, but certain sequences may have especially young children, under 10 perhaps, holding their parents hands. It’s totally fine though - using more “mature” themes allows the audience to feel a real sense of danger, as well as a more clear, concise, and centralized journey for Mowgli to undertake from the start of the film to the end, especially in comparison to the animated movie. The wolf mantra heard repetitively throughout the movie is taken from one of Kipling’s original poems from the books, and allows to solidify the movie’s messages of the strength in both individuality as well as companionship. 

Marks’ screenplay at different times changes the tonality of the movie from a humorous comedy, heartfelt emotional drama, to a thrilling revenge story, with the lush jungle as a backdrop. But remarkably, just like Kipling’s original story, these shifts in tonality don’t seem jarring at all. Scenes and sequences move smoothly from one to the other, and even the songs (the film includes “The Bare Necessities” and “I Wan’na be Like You” from the original - it would be sacrilegious if they didn’t).  which some people found to feel a little odd from the rest of the movie - I thought were spontaneous and added beautifully to the film. 

The CGI in this movie, truly, is breathtaking, and arguably the best in any movie I’ve ever seen. It’s ridiculous to believe that every tree, every leaf, every drop of water, every strand of hair on the animals’ body, was created on a computer. “Location shooting” wasn’t the vast Jungles of India. It was a studio in LA. It’s clear to see how painstaking the process must have been to the animators, but their hard work definitely paid off. I don’t think we’ve seen such a leap in CGI technology since Avatar in 2009 or Life of Pi in 2012. At times it definitely felt like I was watching a nature documentary, as opposed to a fictional fantasy story. There are even some shots where water would splash upon the camera lens, adding a great depth of depth and immersion to the cinematic experience. 

The cast was, as I previously mentioned, was impeccably picked. Ben Kingsley is wonderful as the stern but loving fatherly Bagheera, complete with his RP accent. Bill Murray is just perfect as the laid back and easy-going Baloo. There’s not many people who could’ve held a candle to Phil Harris and his original version of the “Bare Necessities”, but Murray rendition is just as brilliant. His role as Baloo is probably his best work in ages. Likewise is Christopher Walken’s King Louie, now a Gigantopithecus ape, since Louis Prima’s orangutan wasn’t native to India. And his cover of “I Wan’na Be Like You” is just perfect. His voice and accent fit the song so well. Lupita Nyong’o brings a warmth and motherly love to Raksha, and the seductive, dulcet tones of Scarlett Johansson’s Kaa really give you chills. As for the antagonist, the great Shere Khan, Idris Elba brings a menacing East London-accented gravitas to the iconic tiger. He’s a genuinely terrifying villain, and his interplay with Mowgli and delivery of lines has to be commended. There’s absolutely nothing to complain about the voice talent on display here. 

Which brings us to basically our only human character in the film, Neel Sethi’s Mowgli. This kid is just brilliant. He portrays Mowgli with just the right amount of naivete, enthusiasm, humor, heart, bravery, and cuteness. We watch or read the Jungle Book through the eyes of a child, and Neel is the perfect audience surrogate, reacting like we would with a child’s amazement and wonder at the extraordinary events happening around him. On the rare occasions that his delivery of lines may slip up, or his eyes are looking in another direction it’s important to keep in mind that he was a) only 10 years old during filming, and b) a kid with hardly any acting experience acting not along with other humans, but literally nothing but green screen and boxes and tennis balls. It’s extraordinary how he managed to carry the whole film by himself, and you can’t help but think that if they cast the wrong kid, the entire movie would’ve probably fallen flat on it’s face. There are seasoned adult actors who act in front of a green screen and come off as utterly wooden and lifeless. Neel knocked it out of the park. An incredibly talented young man, who I’m sure has great things ahead for him. 

I was initially hesitant about the idea of a live action remake of the Jungle Book, but safe to say I was more than satisfied with this film. It’s one of those rare movies that I can seriously find no serious fault with. If anything, I only wish we could see those Beatles tribute band Vultures in live action. Apparently Favreau even planned for Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr to appear as cameos, but sadly the scheduling didn’t work out. 

But the movie as a whole was spectacular - fantastic voice talent, brilliant photorealistic CGI, and a heartfelt, emotional narrative at it’s core. It’s a wonderful story for families, and is just 2 hours full of pure escapism. A massive well done to all the cast and crew. 

Rating: 5/5

All thoughts turn now to Andy Serkis and WB’s completely separate adaptation, Jungle Book, now since delayed from next October to October 2018. Set to be closer to the spirit of Kipling’s novel even more than this one, it’s hard not to get excited with talent such as Serkis, Christian Bale, Cate Blanchett, and Benedict Cumberbatch behind it. There’s also a sequel planned for this one, with the same creative talent returning, so it’s all the more reason to get excited, especially with the wealth of Kipling’s original stories left to adapt. But those are still a long way away, and for now, we can rest content with what I believe to be the most definitive adaptation of Kipling’s text. A masterpiece.  

IMPURE THOUGHTS, pt ½. Hancock/M!Sole Survivor. warnings: drug use

“I’d had my doubts when we first hit the road.”


Hancock snorts, leaning back into the comfort of the Old State House couches, his feet propped up on the coffee table between the various drugs and paraphernalia, the grinders and razor blades and empty needles. “You kiddin’ me? You looked like you’d fallen out of the Vault that day.”

Sole looks up from the belt he’s trying to tie tight around his forearm, incredulous, then back down. “Bullshit.”

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I lost track of the story from the 4th line. I don't even know what's going on anymore. Send help.
  • Homura: Ah, another beautiful day to do evil!
  • Kyubey: What are you going to do today, Homura Akemi?
  • Homura: Skip school and play video games all day.
  • Kyubey: But you've been doing that this entire week!
  • Homura: I know. What could be more evil than not going to school?
  • Kyubey: ...Sometimes I forget you are eternally stuck as a middle school student.
  • Homura: Huh?
  • Kyubey: Nothing.
  • Homura: It's not like there's anyone who can stop me so I've finally found an evil plan that won't totally backfire on me!
  • Sayaka: ((Kicks down Homura's door))
  • Homura: Oh no, my evil plan totally backfired!
  • Kyubey: I'm pretty sure the universe resents you trying to remake it and it's just screwing with you at this point.
  • Homura: No time for your witty banter Incubator, what do I do?!
  • Kyubey: Pretend to be sick?
  • Kyubey: Lie in bed and cough a lot?
  • Homura: Yeah, that'll work! And I better change back into my pajamas so it looks like I've been in bed all day too!
  • Homura: Oh crap, there's no time to waste!
  • Kyubey: Why don't you just stop time and-
  • Homura: No time to waste listen to you either! Help me button up my pajama top!
  • Kyubey: Oh sure, let my just use my fingers and hands and OH WAIT I DON'T HAVE ANY!
  • Homura: Argh! No time! No time!
  • Kyubey: Seriously, just stop time and-
  • Homura: I won't do any of the buttons on my pajama top then, help me find my pajama pants!
  • Homura: I mean.... OH WOW. I AM SO SICK. SOOOO SICK. COUGH. COUGH.
  • Kyubey: ....Did you literally say "cough" instead of coughing? Not only are you an idiot for doing that, you're an idiot for thinking that would work.
  • Sayaka: Oh wow, I can hear Homura coughing. Maybe she really is sick after all.
  • Kyubey: ...........
  • Homura: SMART!
  • Kyubey: I know I don't wear pants myself so I can't really tell but I'm pretty sure you don't need to focus to put on pants.
  • Kyubey: No seriously, how hard do you need to focus to-
  • Kyubey: ...........
  • Kyubey: How did you trick everyone and become a demon again?
  • Sayaka: ((Slams her foot through Homura's bedroom door))
  • Sayaka: I can hear you, you know.
  • Homura: DAMN!
  • Homura: ((Tries to hop towards her bed))
  • Sayaka: ((Bursts through the door))
  • Homura: ((Tries to hop away as fast as she can))
  • Sayaka: You realise that every time you bend down to hop, you're placing your butt in the optimal butt-kicking position.
  • Sayaka: ((Winds up for a kick))
  • Homura: Preemptive strike!
  • Homura: ((Hop-tackles Sayaka to the ground and falls on top of her))
  • Sayaka: GET OFF ME!
  • Homura: NEVER!
  • Sayaka: ((Tries to push Homura off))
  • Homura: Damn, I can't hold Miki down like this! If only I had proper usage of my legs, I could use them to hold my position better!
  • Homura: i know! I just need to take my pants off!
  • Homura: ((Starts wriggling out of her pants))
  • Sayaka: H-Hey, what are you doing?
  • Homura: Taking my pants off!
  • Sayaka: WHY?!
  • Homura: NOW THAT I HAVE YOU RIGHT WHERE I WANT YOU, I'LL-...Uh, lemme think about this...
  • Homura: .............
  • Homura: Uh, lemme think about this...
  • Sayaka: And not only that, your top is unbuttoned! Are you trying to seduce me with your lewdness?!
  • Homura: ...If I said yes would that piss you off?
  • Sayaka: YES!
  • Homura: NEVER!
  • Sayaka: I think I like it a lot, actually.
  • Homura: AH HA HA H- wait what?
  • Homura: ....Am I sitting on something?
  • Sayaka: .....
  • Homura: .....
  • Sayaka: ....
  • Homura: .....
  • Sayaka: .....
  • Homura: Oh.
  • Kyubey: That's hot.

Kylo Ren cosplay build

The questions I’ve been getting most lately are about how I made my Kylo Ren outfit, and while I made a bunch of WIP posts, I figured it’s easier if I put everything in one place so I can quickly link it to anyone who asks. You’re welcome to scroll through my Kylo Ren tag too if you want more info. 

I should probably note that it’s not 100% screen accurate so if you’re looking to get into the 501st, this outfit meets some of the requirements but not all so make sure you double check their requirements and don’t just follow me. 

Also this entire outfit was built in about a week and a half with these 3 songs on repeat so I highly recommend working to them because they were vital to me finishing this on time: Miike Snow - Genghis Khan, Panic at the Disco - All the Boys, and Love Is The Drug from the Sucker Punch soundtrack. So just play those for a week until you go mad and you’ll be fine. 

Top picture by Cosplay Media. All others by me. 

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anonymous asked:

non-white people can afford not to care about the policies implemented by Clinton and Obama that have destroyed the lives of certain americans, right? I don't understand why white blue-collar workers (most damaged by globalism and liberal policies) should care about the racist comments Trump made and vote for a candidate that would damage their lives even further. It's this kind of entitlement that got Trump elected. In fact, you know who else doesn't bloody care about them? Democrats.

1. There are plenty of non-white blue collar workers too. How are white blue collar workers most damaged by globalisation and liberal policies? How does their whiteness single them out for further victimisation? When a factory closes down, is it only white workers out of a job or everyone working there, no matter their race? Did you forget about these people too? This is exactly what I mean. This is a racially-exclusive class analysis that looks only to white blue collar workers and you’ve neglected how non-white blue collar workers can be hurt by the decline of manufacturing AND racism. It compounds their problems. Many non-white Americans for a long time have lagged behind white Americans in income. Black Americans in particular, due to the ongoing legacy of slavery and racism. Black working class people have to deal with both racism and economic problems. There is a huge problem of black unemployment in states like Michigan. It’s often several times the rate of white unemployment.  White blue collar workers, being white, don’t need to worry about institutional oppression because of their race. They have one less problem. Such white voters have problems because of their class, not their race. Don’t conflate the two together.

2.  You don’t think they should care? Are you saying basic empathy is not even possible? I mean, what are you saying then? If it’s fine for white voters to say “I know Trump’s saying racist shit and his policies sound pretty racist but he’s promised to bring back my job”, then why is it not fine for non-white voters to say “Trump’s saying racist shit so I’m not going to vote for him because that’ll be better for me, I have to prioritise my personal safety over whatever promises he made to bring back jobs.” I’m just applying your logic. And this is nothing less than a double standard against non-white voters. And economic policies obviously don’t have to be racist to address economic problems. They can help everyone.

3. But you know what usually has to be racist? Fascism. Fascism promises to make people feel good. It promises to restore national greatness, and promises to bring back prosperity. And it’ll often weaponise economic anxiety into a racist or ethnic direction against minorities. I live in Europe, so I would know. It’s a huge problem that these white voters, whether or not they voted for Obama before, either believed Trump’s crap or if they didn’t, thought it was something they could ignore. This is what happens when racism isn’t thoroughly rooted out a country. It comes roaring back with a vengeance whenever people are economically anxious and looking for a scapegoat. It’s what happened in Germany in the 1930s. Because Germany and all of Europe had antisemitism long before the Nazi party was even a concept. I am a SEAsian Chinese, and in the aftermath of the Asian Financial Crisis, there were riots against the Chinese minority in Indonesia. And, bingo- this wasn’t the first time. There has long been a history of such racial tensions. So don’t tell me the relationship between racism and economics is irrelevant, that it’s fine for one group of people to just ignore it.

4. I’ve no illusions about the Democratic Party, but I’m quite sure all this free trade economics and globalisation began long before Clinton and Obama and that Republican presidents encouraged and abetted it. It’s in fact the global economic order your country deliberately chose to construct in the aftermath of World War 2 when it wanted to remake the world in its image. That worked great when America had the most advanced manufacturing capacities, but less so when other countries started rapidly industrialising too and offering lower wages. The comparative advantage shifted there under the very rules of the game America itself wrote. And plenty of Republican presidents encouraged it too! Because American consumers like cheap goods and fits right in with the party’s ideology about minimal government intervention and laissez faire economics and about allowing the marketplace to be the solution. It was the Republican party that was against the economic stimulus in the wake of the recession, against the auto bailout, that was more concerned about destroying the ACA as a whole even though it originated as their own idea in the 1990s. It’s the Republican party that is always pushing most strongly for welfare cuts that hurt poor people, that fumed over letting the Bush tax cuts for the wealthy expire. The last Republican president drove the economy off the cliff and screwed us all over. A Republican congress held the debt ceiling hostage and didn’t care about sending foreign markets in turmoil just so they could destroy a healthcare law they didn’t like. In comparison, yeah, if I had to pick, the Democratic party has better economic solutions.

5. It’s not even like Trump has put forth logical policies that would help. I’ve read his plans. They don’t make sense or add up. They’re likely to make everyone worse off or at best just waste lots of money. Yet his rants about the “Wall” or slapping enormous tariffs on China are eaten up eagerly by many of his supporters because I guess it’s easier to think there’s a clear group of people who are to blame. It’s easier to blame Mexican immigrants than a complex mix of factors like free trade, poor protections for workers globally, corporations, mechanisation and automation and just the global economy restructuring itself. I wouldn’t find it awful that people voted for Trump if he’d actually said things that made sense or was promising economic policies that weren’t steeped in racist scapegoating. So yeah, you can say I’m quite indignant. Cos I don’t even think Trump’s policies will help those people who put their belief in him, and on top of that we have an ill-informed man at the helm of the world’s lone superpower. And I guess we can kiss goodbye to American cooperation on climate change. You don’t think its reasonable for the rest of us to be infuriated by all of this? Nothing else matters if we don’t even have a habitable planet!

6. You insist we’ve got to understand these white blue collar voters in a manner that’s just plain exclusive to how economic problems cuts across racial lines and that racism compounds it for poor non-white people. On a global scale, if you think white blue collar voters have been the most damaged by globalisation- that’s a truly Western-centric bubble to live in. I can write all of this, but it’s up to you whether you want to see the bigger picture. Not just about how race and class intersect, but about the many things under threat because of Trump’s presidency.

7. I’m going to repeat the fact that it’s ironic for an American to demand we understand these voters and accuse me of not caring as you did in your previous anon, when that favour is often not even returned when it comes to how American policies affect non-Americans. Don’t I have a right to do that too? NATO, the EU, US-China, US-SEAsia ties all are going to affect me. The ability of a number of American voters to not even think about how their president affects the world is a privilege that comes from being the citizen of a superpower. And I think it’s clear a number of Trump supporters didn’t. 

saw this interesting comment on mo’s article and thought i’d share:

Hi Maureen,
Thank you for a great article..

I am a 65 year old heterosexual male. The love scene between Clarke and Lexa moves me to tears on every occasion I watch it, and I watch it constantly.

Like most of the LGBTQ community and probably Hetero too, I was shocked and dismayed by the total shabbiness and amateurish dispatch of Lexa from the story. As a writer myself, I can tell it reeks of haste and perhaps a sense of panic. I agree with most commentators, Alica’s conflict of schedules could have been overcome.

However, this is not as straight forward as it seems. And, on the face of it, although it may seem to be a lesbian bashing exercise, I do not think it is. If so, they would not have had Clarke engaging again in such a relationship with another character early in S3. They would have steered her back to a male again. Did CW exploit the LGBTQ (and hetero) community for the sake of ratings? Certainly!

But Lexa was not killed for not for homophobic reasons.

The basic truth is this. Alicia’s character, Lexa was beginning to eclipse Elizah’s Clarke. She was becoming increasingly more loved and popular. What was the reason for this?

The reason is simple. Anyone who has studied writing will have also studied archetypes and their psychological significance. CW had in fact created a powerful archetype in Lexa. A warrior princess with the same qualities of historical figures such as Boadicea and Joan of Arc.There are others but we have statues to these two in particular to this day, thousands and hundreds of years after their deaths respectively. Remakes of Joan Of Arc are being made on almost a depressingly regular basis.

Put this together with the makeup, streaky mascara enhancing the already large eyes and you reinforce this into an even more powerful image that will galvanise at the first sight of it. Clarke, didn’t stand a chance. It didn’t matter if later she donned this make up too. Lexa had captured us mind and soul, in a way Clarke’s character never quite convincingly accomplished. So, what of the previous commander, why didn’t she have the same effect?

Ah, this is where it becomes more interesting and complex. Even though you may think so, Clarke is not so dualistic or as complex in nature. Neither was the first commander. Both were ‘TOPS’.

It becomes clearer throughout Season two that Lexa is a BOTTOM. Despite the fact she can fight and kill without any emotion, betray an alliance for her own people’s needs, her vulnerability with respect to another woman she finds attractive is laid bare with almost effortless ease. This dualistic nature becomes intoxicatingly intriguing. This is how she stole the show, for hetero men and gay/bi women alike

The other reason may cause contention. Basically, Alicia’s range of expression in her acting as Lexa is far more expansive than Elizah’s, at least as far as Clarke’s character is concerned. This is not a comparison of acting skills, but more of Directorial requirements.

However, if you are watching the first Season of ‘Fear the Walking Dead, Alicia’s character is far from engaging and totally uninspiring, unless at some future point she learns to fight and dons warpaint. Which reinforces my previous point.

Alicia/Lexa’s range of facial expression during the love scene in Episode 7 totally outshone her lover’s. The point at which she was sat on the bed looking up at Clarke with those big eyes and parted mouth in a total expression of love, consent and submission in comparison to Clarke’s almost steely masculine look said it all. Alicia/Lexa had captured the production of CW’s The 100… completely. And, like Joan Of Arc it became unbearable for her to even exist either in a cell or a convent or in the story of The 100, banished as some fans would have preferred. She had to ‘Go To The Stake’ and her body totally destroyed, even to the point of having her ‘Spirit’ cut from her body as Joan’s ashes were scattered beyond reach.

So, the studio saw what was happening. It is totally unacceptable for a guest star to eclipse the Main Permanent Protagonist She had to go. But not for the reasons many think.

So, where do we go from here?

Jason is now locked in, as far as Clarke’s character is concerned. If Clarke re-bonds with Bellamy, as many would like, or anyone else further down the road, then Clarke’s love for Lexa, her parting words on her death bed would become empty and faithless. The audience would see her as such and fail to trust her.

This is why either Lexa has to be returned or the Season will end at the conclusion of Season 4.

My guess is, Clarke will continue to fight the battles to the end and deliver her people and unite the Clans but will remain chaste. She has to.

But, like Moses who was forbidden to enter the Holy land and, like Frodo Baggins whose wounds were too deep she will travel wearily to the Grey Havens and board the Ship to the Isles of the West and into Legend, together with Lexa who (through whatever plot machinations Jason can imagine) will be there at the very end when she cannot do any further damage to the show and where Clarke and Her Love can be fully and permanently consummated in such a way that the LGBTQ community may and I stress MAY be overjoyed and satisfied.

So, here we have a typical example of Dr. Frankenstein (CW) creating a Monster (Lexa) that they couldn’t control. They didn’t know what the hell to do. They panicked and killed her quickly and then got embroiled in the ‘dead Lesbian’ dispute which they were completely unprepared for as that was not their reason, hence the panic on the social networks and conflicting interviews. They could hardly admit that they thought Lexa was taking over the show could they?

So, this is why they are totally screwed. The 100 will be lucky to see the completion of Season 4 and there certainly will not be a season five, unless Lexa plays a dominant part at the expense of Clarke.

Do not be surprised if Lexa appears in her own future independent show and goes the whole way to provide the LGBTQ community with everything they ever dreamed of and go where Xena only dreamed of.

Thank you for reading.

Caught Inside

Summary:  Point Break AU. FBI Agent Emma Swan goes undercover to determine if a gang of surfers is responsible for a recent string of priceless art heists. What she doesn’t expect is to get in too deep with one of the suspects. Can she keep her head above the water as the stakes get higher? Or will the waves of danger leave her caught inside?

A/N: My first Multi-chapter fic! I’ve been planning on writing this for a long time, even before I knew they were coming out with a remake of the movie. So, if you aren’t already familiar, you may be soon (it comes out on Christmas day). This fic should include plenty of adventure, danger, suspicion, and action (if you know what I mean). Not to mention Killian as a surfer. Hope you enjoy!

Special thanks to the-captains-ayebrows and lenfaz for helping me flesh it out!

Rating: T for now, but will eventually be M link here

Chapter One

A cool breeze drifts off the water, tickling Emma’s nose as she brushes a wayward strand of hair from her face. It’s early morning on the Pacific Ocean, and if she weren’t here on business, she might find the whole experience utterly relaxing.

“There they are.” David hands her the binoculars. Without pointing, he nods his head subtly in the direction of a group of surfers, currently floating above the water on their boards, waiting for the next break. She and her partner are standing high above them on at the lookout at the point, and from this distance their wetsuits make them look like sleek black seals. She isn’t sure how she’ll be able to distinguish them from every other group of identically-clad surfers out this morning.

Emma lifts the binoculars to her eyes, squinting against the harsh light reflecting off the water. As her pupils adjust, she moves her head, scanning the rolling blue-green waves capped with foam.

“Two o’clock,” David murmurs, and she swings her head in the right direction. There. Four men grouped together, obviously part of a crew, since they didn’t seem to mind the close competition for waves.

One white blonde - Whale - check. Two brunettes - Jefferson and Locksley - check. And the mark she’d be approaching, his hair nearly black, saturated with water. Jones.

Lowering the binoculars, she lets out a sigh. “‘K. It’s time to find out if these guys are really a ruthless band of thieves or not. And if Jones really has a thing for leggy blondes, like it says on his profile.”

She gives David a mischievous smirk, raising her eyebrows, and he smiles tersely in response.

“Emma,” he sighs. “Take this seriously, OK? I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Oh boy, here comes the overprotective big brother speech.

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So I work at a very popular coffee shop (think pumpkin spice latte) as a shift manager. On Saturdays it’s usually only one manager on duty because our store manager doesn’t come in on the weekends. It’s great because I don’t have to worry and I can do my own thing. However, that means that I also get all the upset customers.

This particular Saturday there were a lot of parents (the coffee shop I work at is on campus) and parents are the worst tbh. It wasn’t very busy and I was closing so I had the registers doing closing tasks. I stepped in to help this guy who was ordering for him and his wife. I wrote both cups as a barista came over to ring up the couple. Done. Cool. I walk away and let another barista make the drinks.

The wife (who was not with the husband at the time of ordering) came up and said we made her drink wrong. I ask her what she had ordered. She tells me it was a frappuccino. I tell her that we had made one and her husband must have it (again I know because I wrote the cups) and she informs me that we didn’t. I think it’s weird but I tell her I’m very sorry and we’ll remake it right away.

As the barista (who is very new and very timid) is about to blend her drink, the husband comes up and tells us that he actually had his wife’s drink and that she had brought back his (wow it’s almost as if that’s what I had said before). I’m frustrated at this point because we now have had to dump out two perfectly good drinks. Whatever. Customer service is key. I tell him we’ll make the drink right away.

The barista dumps out the frappuccino and gets to work on the guy’s coconut milk macchiato. Right before the barista puts a lid on the drink, the guy asks if we can put it in a bigger cup. For those that don’t know, the point of a macchiato is that the espresso shots go on top for aesthetic reasons (let’s be real). The barista looks at me like a deer caught in the head lights. I look at the customer, look at the drink, think fuck it sure if that’s what he wants. I tell the barista to just poor it in cause at this point I was done.

The guy nor his wife ever apologized for their screw nor thanked us. I had to go into the back to take a breather because that had been at least my fourth rude customer that day. Normally I get one or two if it’s a bad day.

Feather’s Incomplete Guide to Not Being Annoying at Starbucks

Okay so you like getting coffee and frappucchinos and teas and whatever else it is that we sell at starbys that you’re after. But, you don’t want to make your barista’s job harder than it already is right? Because you’re a nice person and they are the nice people making you yummy drinks. How can you make your baristas not hate you? Here are some steps to ensure that your barista does not spitefully give you decaf for being annoying:

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Preference #9

(A/N: sorry that the Harry one is so much longer than the others, I got really carried away, and I kinda went on a rant. Its an issue that I’m currently dealing with)

You’re working too hard

Niall: It’s 3 am. You have your finals tomorrow and you know that you have to do well on them or your screwed for life. Its 3 am and your stack of books and notes had become a stack of chaos instead of the organized pile you had started with. You had an empty soda can and two empty mugs of coffee that you had tried to take advantage of the caffeine, but it’s 3 am. You’ve almost been awake for almost twenty four hours and you know that it’s bad that you have been up this long and this late, and that all the things you are studying for are probably going to be forgotten by the time you take your test, but in the state that you are in your mind is convincing itself that if you don’t memorize these flashcards, you won’t pass your test, and if you don’t pass this one test there goes your entire grade and all chances of getting into college, and if you don’t get into college you are never going to get the job that you’ve dreamed about since you were a kid. You go to the kitchen to get a refill on your coffee and you take your flashcards with you. You were so focused on learning them that you forgot how loud the coffee maker can be, and you also forgot to put a cup under the spout to catch the coffee… So now there was a puddle of hot coffee spilling off the counter and onto your feet. You were a mess and now you had a mess to clean as well as burnt toes. You groaned at the puddle and sat down with a towel to clean the mess up, you had tears forming in your eyes and you felt like a four year old sitting on the ground crying. When Niall came into the room you felt awful for waking him up. He simply said, “(Y/N), its fine, you need to go to sleep. You aren’t helping yourself pushing yourself this hard.” You stood up and watched Niall wipe up the coffee, then when he turned around to find you still standing there  he sighed, took your hand, and led you to bed. You started to tiredly argue that you needed to study but Niall simply ignored you and tucked you into bed. You were just to tired to fight it. 

Zayn: Ever since your mom got in that accident and broke her ankle, she had been bed ridden to heal. You offered to take up extra shifts to help her pay her bills since she had to take time off from her job. You also had exams coming up for school and you were extremely booked. You hand’t had a chance to talk to Zayn for a few days, and you were getting really stressed out. You had sent him a text here and there on your breaks but other than that he hand’t heard from you. Until he decided to surprise you when you were studying at home. He had brought you flowers and hoped to take you to dinner, but when you answered the door you practically burst into tears when you saw the flowers he brought you. You felt bad for being so busy and you really did miss him. You let him into your apartment that was a mess, there was almost no counter space in your kitchen, your coffee table in the living room had your school books spilling off the corners. Zayn looked around your apartment and he instantly felt awful for not checking up on you sooner. He knew that you were busy, but he didn’t realize how much you were struggling. You hadn’t showered yet and you were embarrassed by the state of your apartment. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming..” you tried to apologize. “(Y/N), it’s okay, why didn’t you tell me you needed some help? I would’ve come sooner,” he said guiltily. He wished that he could have come sooner to help you, he wanted to make your life easier, he knew you didn’t deserve to be as swamped as you were. You had frantically started trying to clear your laundry off of your couch so Zayn could have a place to sit. He took your hands in his and made you stop. “(Y/N), calm down! Here, you sit. I’ll clean. You need to take a break, you’re working yourself to hard. Shower, when you’re done I’ll have dinner ready for you, alright? Tonight you are taking a break,” You followed his instructions and not only had he brought you dinner, but he cleaned the kitchen and folded your laundry. By the end of the night you were feeling much better.

Liam: You had been working on this project for the last week. researching, planning, gathering supplies, and finally putting it together. You felt very proud of yourself and it was a topic that meant a lot to you. You were working so hard on this project, you had a handful of extra things added to it and you even practiced the speech more than just a few times. You thought you were finished, but just when you went to set it on the table to grab before you left for class the next day, sadly your project dropped down to the floor and a part of it broke off. You spent the next few hours trying to fix it, you hadn’t realized what time it was until Liam came down for a glass of water. “Are you still working on that thing? I thought you said it was almost done!” Liam asked confused. “I was, but it broke,” you said and hadn’t realized how upset you were until you said it out loud. It was way past midnight and you still had quite a bit to remake, you accidentally burned yourself on the hot glue gun and cursed. tears were pooling in your eyes when Liam came over to you and took a look at it. It wasn’t bad, it just set you back a bit more sleeping time. Liam helped you finish the project, and without him you probably wouldn’t have been able to sleep at all.

Louis: Busy, busy, busy! That’s all you were, your schedule was booked from morning till night. Work, classes, catch a flight to see Louis, meet up with Louis, go to dinner with Louis and the boys, go to the show, after show party with the boys, then finally back to the hotel with Louis. You were exhausted, and you had an assignment to work on while you were on break visiting and touring with Louis. All the boys were sitting in the lounge at the hotel having a beer and talking about the show, you went down with Louis to chat while you worked on your laptop. You sat cuddled next to Louis while he chatted with the boys, your laptop fell asleep before you did. You shut it and leaned into Louis. Zayn and Liam were talking about a girl who had jumped on stage that night with Niall listening to them extremely intruiged and Harry was just eating a banana. “(Y/N)? Are you sleepy?” Louis whispered to you, “No, Im not asleep,” you responded very quietly, but your eyes were already shut. You’d been awake for a good twenty-two hours and you were really ready to crash. “Y/N…” Louis sang “Do you want to go to bed? Its okay if you do,” Louis whispered. “No, Im not tired… promise…” You mumbled quietly. Louis couldn’t see your face but he knew you were falling asleep because you hadn’t moved or said anything for a good twenty minutes. “You’re working yourself to hard, Y/N, lets go get some rest, yeah.” Louis finally decided standing up. Your head fell to the seat of the couch because you refused to move, you were to tired to try. Louis giggled at you and that drew the boys attention, they chuckled a bit at you. Louis pulled on your arms but you refused to move, “Y/N, I can’t carry you and your laptop. I think I’d drop you.” When you didn’t move or laugh at his joke he said, “Or I’d drop your computer,” He said more seriously, “You break it you buy me a new one, and rewrite my paper,” You finally sat up when your work on the computer was threatened. Louis took your hand and the two of you said goodnight to the boys and went to sleep.

Harry: You have been searching like crazy for a job to occupy your time this summer and help you for college, but every place that you have interviewed at and applied for is unwilling to hire you because you are leaving for school in the fall and they “want someone who will be there longer” or “they were at the end of their hiring process.” You were so close to giving up, but you really needed some money to pay for college. No to mention a bit of spending money to use when you were with friends. It was only June and you knew no one would hire you for the rest of the summer. Your best bet would be to find a nice family to babysit for, but even the families didn’t need nannies. You were losing all kinds of hope of finding a job, and your parents thought you weren’t even looking, they thought that you weren’t even trying to find a job. It made you feel useless and hopeless and basically like a failure. They suggested that you go back to the first job that you had, but you refused because the job was actually horrible. Everyone that worked there treated you awfully and you hated it, you even cried a few times before going into work because you hated it there so much. You thought your parents knew how much it had made you feel bad about yourself and how much you hated it, but they still thought that you were being to picky. No matter how hard you tried to convince your parents that there was just no way anyone was going to hire you before the summer was over, they still didn’t believe you. They still gave you the famous “we know you are not trying your hardest/ you’re going to disappoint me” look. So one day you had enough of listening to your parents use it as an excuse to make you feel guilty. You got your computer out, your phone book, and you scanned Facebook and asked your aunts and uncles if any of your cousins needed a nanny for the summer. Time went by really fast and before you knew it you had forgotten about your date with Harry. He was knocking on your door, you let him in and he saw all of your scribbles on the notebook, and even the good old fashioned circles in the newspaper. You weren’t dressed yet and you hand’t even taken a break to shower. You had been looking so hard for a job but so far it was all a dead end. Harry finished scanning the room and looked back at you. “So how’s the job hunt going?” He tried to smile and lighten your mood but you were so upset and flustered that it was this hard to find a job. Harry didn’t get to say much more before you burst into tears. You felt like such a failure and a disappointment to your parents. You felt like you were at a dead end and there wasn’t much of a way out. Harry wrapped you in his arms, he didn’t say anything, he just held you close to make you feel secure until your sobs softened. “(Y/N), you have the rest of your life to work. You only have about a month left before you leave. I would stop worrying about a job, and start focusing on spending your last days with your friends and family. Im not saying stop looking all together, but instead just pick up the few babysitting jobs that come once in a while.” He reassured you. You felt a little less stressed out, but you didn’t argue. You knew that was probably the best option for now, and you would just have to have a talk with your parents to tell them that it was the best you could do. Harry waited for you in the living room while you showered and got ready to go out. For the rest of the night you didn’t worry about a job, you just enjoyed the time you had with Harry.