and then i remembered that there were such things as photosets

The Mic Incident

Three anons requested Tony fics so i thought id give it a go. Not my best work but i hope its decent!!!

Note: The clothing and body types will basically be male stuff, since y’know, he’s gay.

I found myself staring from afar at the boy in the purple button down with the greased back hair. He stood in the lunch line, giving a small smile to the ladies working the stand as he got his food. He began walking away from the line as he paid at the register, I quickly changed my gaze and focused on the pre packaged food in my brown paper bag, a rosy blush very much present on my face.

I was much more startled by sound of someone sitting on the empty bench in front of me. I looked up and was met with the big brown eyes of the one I had become so infatuated with. A lopsided smile took over his face, making his cheeks rise and his eyes squint.

“Hope you don’t mind me sitting here,” he said, the bright smile still on his face.

“Yeah of course,” I said, frantically pulling my food over to my side of the table instead of it running over to the opposite half.

“Awesome. What snapback are we rocking today,” he asked before taking a bite of his sub.

“Still the old Cubs hat,” I said, taking it off and turning it around.

“Ahh, I like it. You said it was a 70’s style cap right?”

“You remembered,” I smiled at him.

“You bet your ass I did. And your hair is starting to curl from the bottom of your hat,” he chuckled.

I grabbed nervously at the strands,  “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to get it cut.”

“Nah, don’t bother with that. It suits you, I like it.”

I found myself blushing once again due to the Puerto Rican Prince sitting in front of me. I tugged at my hair once again, giving him a quick thank you.

“You’re going to the dance tonight, right,” he asked me, bringing out the puppy dog eyes to make me say yes whether I actually planned on going tonight or not. Thankfully I did actually plan on going.

“Hell yeah. You’re DJing right?”

“Mhmm,” he said before swallowing what he was chewing,” I’ll let you come up there with me. Help me manage the copious amount of tapes I’ll have on the table.”

“Sounds like a plan. Can’t wait,” I smiled back at him.

I felt his leg lean on mine under the table and I found myself trying to hide an obvious blush once again. We made small talk for a while, talking about what we had to do in class today and what songs he planned on playing tonight.

“Hey, you wanna ride to the dance,” he asked me, his voice less confident and smooth than it was before.

“Yeah, thank you,” I said, trying not to smile too hard because fuck, Tony Padillia just asked if I wanted a ride.

“Awesome, I’ll pick you up about 7:30?”

“Yeah, and here,” I said pulling out a slip of scrap paper and a pen. I scribbled down my number quickly and barely legibly and handed it to him.

“Shoot me a text when you leave your place?”

“Will do,” he said as the bell rang.

We both threw our garbage in the trash and he gave me another bright smile before we went our separate ways. He went for his locker and I made my way down to the library where I spent my free period along with my best friend, Jessica.

She was already in our usual spot, scrolling through her phone before she looked up at me.

“Hey, bud. What’s got you so perky,” she asked as she set her phone.

“Guess who’s going to the winter formal with Tony fucking Padilla,” I said with a grin.

“Oh my fuck, congratulations,” she said as I sat down next to her, her giving me a side hug. “God you’ve been gushing over him since the beginning of freshman year.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said as I blushed, “but I’m so fucking excited.”

“Ahh. I’m so happy for you,” she smiled. “What do you plan on wearing?”

“Well you know Tony, he’s gonna be in his leather so I don’t know how to compliment that.”

“Just wear your vest and bow tie,” she assured me, “You’ll look great, who cares if you guys match.”

“Well, I mean I kinda do.”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re gonna look great.”

We continued talking in the library, trying to get all the homework that was assigned out of the way before the big night ahead. The period went by fast and soon I was pushed on over to English. I didn’t mind the class, the teacher seemed fond of me and she never assigned too much work to do. Class went by even quicker than usual.

“Alright. No new assignments because I know you’re all gonna have a busy weekend. Remember that the essay is due next Friday,” she told us as we all piled out the door.

I made my way to my locker to put away most all the things in my bag. I walked with my head down, looking up from my phone occasionally to make sure I wouldn’t run head on into someone on my walk.

Sure enough it was right at my locker that I bumped into somebody. I looked up already apologizing until once again the dry mouth kicked in and I could barely talk.

“Hey Tony,” I stuttered out.

“Hey,” he grinned. “Just wanted to see if you wanted a ride home.”

“Yes,” I said all too fast, “Sure. Yeah. Thank you,” I coughed trying to collect myself.

I opened my locker and stuffed my shit in, taking out a few notebooks that I used. Tony lead me out to his old car, opening the passenger door for me like the gentleman he was.

“And I thought chivalry was dead,” I joked.

“Well then I guess it’s another old practice  I’m reviving,” he chuckled.

He popped in a Joy Division tape and “Love Will Tear Us Apart” played over the speakers.

“This is my favorite band,” I said with a big smile.

“No shit,” he grinned back, “Me too!”

“Hell yeah, Padilla.”

The rest of the drive went by all too quickly and soon enough we were in my driveway. I unbuckled my seatbelt and went to get out of the car but Tony grabbed my hand.

“7:30,” he said with those puppy dog eyes.

“7:30,” I looked back at him.

I went up my porch and into my house, waving him off before I went inside. I ate an early dinner because I know I’d be a mess if i ate any later. Time went by quickly and thankfully Mom was out tonight and Dad was on a business trip. It left me time to get into my own head and fuck myself up a little bit to psych myself up.

Hours went by by me binge watching House Hunters and waiting until about 6 to actually start getting ready. Jessica face timed me as she got ready, her doing her makeup and hair as I got myself all ready.

Soon enough it was 7:15, I was ready to go but still an anxious mess. Tony was such an insanely amazing dude and the fact that he offered to give me a ride and hang out with me for a few hours was insane. I listened to Unknown Pleasures to try to calm my nerves, blasting “Disorder”.

My phone screen lit up with an unknown number saying “Be there in 5. :)”

My head started pounding and the butterflies in my stomach felt like they were on meth. I stood on my front porch for just a few minutes and his red Mustang pulled up and came out right away. He smiled when he saw me, his hair slicked back and his leather making him look sharp even though some would consider him underdressed.

He opened the door like before and I sat down in the car before he closed the door and scurried back over to his side of the car. He looked me up and down subtly.

“Well don’t you look handsome,” he smirked.

“Right back ‘atcha,” I smirked back.

His DJ equipment filled the back of the car and music blasted as we went back to the school. No one would be here for another 45 minutes, it was still set up time. Those who set up the thing were all around already.

The girl who ran the photo booth noticed us right away.

“Hey Tony, Y/N, you two want a picture?”

Tony looked at me with a concerned glance and I just nodded. He agreed and we went to where the blue, snowy background was set up. Tony put his arm around my shoulders and I put mine around his waist. She took one photo and then set us up for another.

Before I could comprehend what was going on, the lights of the flash were in my eyes and the habitual smile was on my face.

Tony’s lips were on my cheek and he pulled away before I could really react. The photos printed from the stand and the girl who ran it handed us each a copy of the photoset.

I looked at Tony with flushed cheeks and he just smiled back at me, he was always smiling. He took my hand and lead me into the gym and we set up his equipment and goofed off until it was about time that people would start coming in. Tony started playing things off his tape as we sat behind the booth.

We talked about random little things, like a “get to know you” type of deal. Later in the dance Ryan came by, pushing Tony’s buttons and making him get a little angry. Ryan complained about the lack of slow songs and Tony rolled his eyes, letting Ryan get what he wants.

I stood up behind the booth and went closer to Tony. I rested my hand on the table, not really paying attention to what was on the table.

I tapped his shoulder and he turned to me, relieved to not be talking to his ex.

“Hey I was thinking. Uhm. You wanna dance?”

Tony was about to answer before he looked down at my hand and out to the entire crowd that was staring up at us. I lifted my hand from the table and in utter shock I backed away, realizing I hit the mic button and the entire fucking gym heard me. It was dead silent until someone started fucking clapping.

Soon enough it spread on and Tony and I just stood side by side, fascinated by the ordeal. He pulled me from my gaze and took my hand, taking me down to the gym floor. Everyone at the dance fucking cheered but right now all I could focus on were Tony’s arms wrapping around my waist. We were in the centre of the floor and Ryan put on a slow song. Other couples gathered around us, some giving me kudos for doing what I did, even though it was an accident.

Tony didn’t do with the gentle resting when it came to getting close to me. His arms were tightly around my waist and mine went around his neck, keeping him close.

“That was one of the best things I’ve ever been a part of, Y/N,” he said as we swayed.

“I try my best,” I chuckled nervously, trying to find something else to focus on because if I stare at Tony I’ll end up a mess.

Tony took a hand from my waist and put it on my jaw, almost forcing me to look back at him.

“Hey,” he said, snapping me out of whatever it was that I was in, “Don’t be so nervous.”

“I’m sorry, I just get really anx-”

He cut me off in the best and most stereotypical way possible.

His plump lips were firm against mine and my eyes closed  immediately.

“I know that was cheesy as fuck but I like you. Like a whole lot. And I really hope this isn’t  a one-ti-”

“Oh shut up and kiss me.”

And that he did.

One of my hands made  it’s way into my hair and he pulled me closer  to him if that was even possible.

“I’d say ‘let’s get outta here’ but I’ve still got a job to do for the next half hour,” he giggled to himself.

“Well then let’s go to my place  after this then, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said smoothly.

He gave me one last kiss on the side of my mouth before we went back up to the booth. He finished off the set nicely as the crowd dwindled  away to just the chaperones and faculty. We wheeled all his stuff into his car and we drove back  to mine.

I took him inside the empty house and we went to the basement, where my room was.

“I’m gonna change out of this really quick. Here’s a pair of shorts if you wanna settle in,” I said, tossing him a pair of loose basketball shorts.

He gave me a quick ‘thank you’ before  I went to change in the bathroom. I stripped myself of the sweaty dress ups and put on just shorts and a tank top.

I went back out and he was in practically the same thing. I lay next to him on my bed as he turned on the TV.

“House Hunters,” he asked.

“You know it. Just watch this shit, it’s a national  treasure.”

“Whatever you say, babe,” he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

Originally posted by daily13reasons



I know I’m ahead of everyone else, but today is the 11th for me! Welcome to the future. And I hate dealing with such a massive time calculation between EST and JST. So I figured a handful of hours early would be ok.

I got you for the  Expanse Valentine’s Day Shipper Exchange! I did a photoset with complimentary drabble. The prompt you gave me was with Amos and Naomi and “Something from their history, I’d like to know more about their past and why they’re so protective of each other.” 

This takes place before the start of the books and show. I’m filling in an unspecified thing here, but I’m going with when Amos and Naomi are both on the Cant but Holden isn’t in the picture yet.

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Heartstrung - Prologue

A/N: This was inspired by my lovely, @msmanga14​ who has been freaking out as I go through the plot to this upcoming fic of mine. I figure that hey, maybe people would like a preview. This is my first Soulmate AU.

Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: NaLu
Rating: M - sexual content in future chapters

Summary: It’s been said that wherever you have/had a birthmark, is how you died in your past life. A scar that marks the fatal wound that killed you so you could be reborn again. It is also said that when/if you meet the person who killed you, you remember your past life and death and Lucy isn’t a big fan of the pink-haired man she’s run into. Soulmate AU. NaLu.

Link(s): Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Epilogue

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And here’s a beautiful edit/photoset by @rivendell101 


There was a pattern that doctors found when they’d studied the correlation between people who did and didn’t have birthmarks, soulmates, and memory recovery. It didn’t happen often, but it happened enough that there were three rules:

1) Your birthmark marks the location of a fatal wound inflicted by the hand of another.
2) If you run into the person who effectively ended your most recent past life, you will recover the memories of said life and your death.
3) For your souls to make amends, in this life you will be mates.

And unfortunately, this was not the kind of soulmate you could escape from.

On multiple past occasions where soulmates were too overwhelmed and hurt by their previous lives to forgive their attackers, they’d done their best to walk away. They’d moved halfway across the country, quit their job and cut all communication, and if the memories were too vivid, sometimes they would try to kill themselves.

But the world worked in cruel ways.

They’d move halfway across the country only to have to move back and find themselves right next to their soulmate. A new job would put them in the same area as—if not direct contact with—their soulmate. The gun would freeze up and wouldn’t fire, the pills they’d taken were immediately rejected by their body or their metabolism would spike to filter the drugs.

There was no escaping fate.

And when Lucy learned about birthmarks and soulmates, she prayed she would never meet hers.

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It has been a week and I still cannot believe the absolute perfect genius of the official cassian andor playlist on spotify and I need to break it down for everyone who hasn’t listened to it:

  1. what do I even do with “ain’t no man” I mean: “there ain’t no man that can save me / there ain’t no man that can enslave me / ain’t no man or men that can change the shape my soul is in” and “you got to serve something, ain’t that right / I know it gets dark but there’s always a light” and “not a whole lot of time for me or you / got a whole lot of reasons to be mad, let’s not pick one”
  2. the tone of “gimme something good” is just so raw and rough and stern
  3. obviously “ophelia” kills me every time: “heaven help the fool who falls in love” like okay star wars be less subtle but also “and I don’t feel no remorse, and you can’t see past my blinders” okay
  4. “lake michigan” gives us “heaven is a switchboard that you want to fight / she would even miss you if you taught her sight” but also “sky is burning/ but at least we’re warm”
  5. the chorus to “man on the moon” is just stellar with “I’m just a man on the moon / I’m not coming down anytime soon / I’m just a man on the moon / feet off the ground, I’m floating in you”
  6. “when my time comes” is the most ridiculously cassian song there is: “I lived less like a workhorse / more like a slave / I thought that one quick moment / that was noble or brave / would be worth the most of my life” and “I wanted to pay for my successes / with all my defeats / and if heaven was all / that was promised to me / why don’t I pray for death?” and “you can stare into the abyss, but it’s starin’ right back” like can we talk about cassian’s passive death wish?
  7. the only reason to include “honey I’ve been thinking about you” is to focus on how cassian is falling in love, there’s no other reason to do this
  8. “24 frames” is a perfect mix of “cassian is falling in love with jyn” and “cassian is an unapologetic rebel”. lyrics of note include my favorite bit of “you thought god was an architect, now you know / he’s something like a pipe bomb ready to blow” , “this is how you make yourself vanish into nothing / and this is how you make yourself worthy of the love that she / gave to you / back when you didn’t own a beautiful thing” and “everything you built that’s all for show goes up in flames”
  9. and then we get “human” which is like EADU EADU EADU all over the place with “some people got the real problems / some people out of luck / some people think I can solve them / lord heavens above / I’m only human after all / I’m only human after all / don’t put the blame on me / don’t put the blame on me”
  10. we have another “cassian is thinking about jyn way more than necessary” song with “the girl” which has the softest and least expected tone for this unapologetic’s rebel’s playlist
  11. “down in the valley” includes the lyrics “I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade / like ridin’ around on railcars and workin’ long days” which is the third reference to slavery in this playlist guys I’m pretty sure cassian and his family were slaves under the empire before he joined the rebellion :(
  12. cassian is back on the angsty romance express with “alone”: “you come into the world alone / and you go out of the world alone / but in between, there’s you and me”
  13. then we’re preparing to head to scarif with “ends of the earth”:  “I’m on a river that winds on forever / follow ‘til I get where I’m goin’ / maybe I’m headin’ to die but I’m still gonna try / I guess I’m goin’ alone”
  14. “hold back the river” like okay B Y E but also “lonely water, lonely water, won’t you let us wander / let us hold each other / hold back the river, let me look in your eyes” FIGHT ME PLAYLIST DESIGNER
  15. also “man on fire” can get out of here with “I wanna see our bodies burning like the old big sun / I wanna know what we’ve been learning and learning from”
  16. “the way we move” continues to rub it in with “at the last supper honey / make sure you get something, something to eat / there we are extending into shooting stars” like at this point I’m assuming the playlist designer was just crying into their beer over the end of the movie
  17. but then “babel” slowly eases us back into mildly less upsetting territory with “I know the time has numbered my days / and I’ll go along with everything you say” and some romance because that’s where cassian’s head is these days with “I ain’t ever lived a year better spent in love”
  18. “S.O.B.” aka the most unapologetic rebel ever with repeated “son of a bitch get me a drink”s and “now for seventeen years I’ve been throwing them back / seventeen more will bury me”
  19. our playlist designer has opened another drink and is crying again with “you’re gone but you’re not forgot / you got the cash but your credit’s no good / you flipped the script and you shot the plot / and I remember I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pink / a saturday night kinda pink” in “sedona”
  20. “spirits” is another A-list cassian andor song with “I got guns in my head and they won’t go / spirits in my head and they won’t go”
  21. cassian finding some unexpected happiness with “even the darkness has arms” where we get this gem: “even the darkness has arms / but they ain’t got you / baby, I have it, and I have you too”
  22. “california” brings the rudeness level back up to a 10 with “someday I’ll be coming home / with a cast iron soul” and “I can see the water / I can taste the sea”
  23. I bet you didn’t expect the playlist to be this long, did you? well we’re not done yet! onto “only son” which mostly makes me think cassian was an only child and then the rebellion became his family, which fits
  24. “all my days” AKA THE MOST RIDICULOUS INSANE HEART EYES SONG ON THIS LIST EVEN WORSE THAN “OPHELIA” I MEAN WHAT THE HELL BUT ALSO THANK YOU “well I have been searching all of my days”, “well I have been quietly standing in the shade / all of my days”, “well many a night I found myself with no friends standing near / all of my days” and finally “now I see clearly / it’s you I’m looking for / all of my days / soon I’ll smile / I know I’ll feel this loneliness no more / all of my days / for I look around me / and it seems you’ve found me / and it’s coming into sight” OKAY THEN BUDDY you cannot make this stuff up
  25. I’m fairly certain that “don’t carry it all” is the musical equivalent to the whole hangar speech scene: “this I swear to all, this I swear to all” and “you must bear your neighbors burden within reason / and your labors will be borne when all is done, and nobody nobody knows / let the yoke fall from our shoulders / don’t carry it all don’t carry it all” which honestly is a nice penultimate lyrics song
  26. my response to “in the aeroplane over the sea” is essentially so that happened I mean “and one day we will die / and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea / but for now we are young / let us lay in the sun / and count every beautiful thing we can see / love to be / in the arms of all I’m keeping here with me” and mostly I think our playlist designer is moving towards the acceptance stage of grief because it has a hard brightness to it
  27. AND THEN FINALLY “rogue one”, the soundtrack for when they head off to scarif, full of hope and purpose and rebellions are built on hope

I’d put this under a cut but I really wanted you all to see how long the playlist was. I also wanted everyone to appreciate the genius of it, listen to it asap, and have some lyrics on hand for any more of those amazing photosets and gifsets people are making

eta: I missed two in the original post because this playlist is so kriffing long


bellarke au || clarke as a coven witch, bellamy as her lycan familiar

“do you know why the wolves howl?”
“sometimes the girls they run with run too far.”

There are two types of wolves who reside upon the earth.

There are the ones who run in packs, armies of blood-soaked fur, silver eyes, and midnight runs, loyal to their clans but solitary at heart.

And then are are those who run with witches, become their familiars, howl along to their incantations at the moon, carry them home on their backs when their eyes go white and the magic runs dry, and fall in love. Blood red, gory, and obsessive.

Somehow, Bellamy becomes the second.


The first time he meets Clarke is along the river that runs straight through the center of the woods when she’s twelve and he’s on the cusp of seventeen. Between the witches and the wolves, the black water is an equator, an agreement. They’ll share the air but not the land, and that’s the difference between monsters and magic.

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physics notes & index cards, as requested by a very patient anon

first two photos are examples of the summary sheets i made when i was studying for SAT II physics, and more pictures from the same graph-paper-composition notebook can be found under the read more + details about how i structured my notes.

last two photos are pics of my index cards that i used to study concepts for SAT II physics, and you can see them in my old posts (here or here) + more explanation will also be under the cut!

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plus size series: michael

He was about to met her, the girl of his dreams, the girl who had been filling his thoughts for 2 years now. She was coming to the show, she was going to be in the audience, watching him. He paced back and forth in the dressing room, his heart pounding like a drum. It started out so innocent, just a simple DM about a stupid video game, which turned into a conversation about a green day album, which turned into him falling hopelessly for a girl who he didn’t know. She was there, before things got crazy, and she was still there now. Everytime her name would pop up on his phone his lips would turn up into an ear to ear grin. The purple heart emoji beside her name, which she’d made him put there, constantly being made fun of by his other bandmates. The thing is though,he felt like he knew her, inside and out, backwards and forwards. The endless conversations they had about anything and everything. He knew her favourite colour, he knew her favourite movies, he knew the stories behind every scar on her body, he knew the small dimple in her cheek would only come out when she laughed really hard. He checked his phone to find a snapchat video from her.

Hey mikeyyy! I don’t know if I can make it tonight, call me!” Her smile quickly turning into a frown, one that he had never seen before. He couldn’t dial her number fast enough, after 6 rings she finally answered.


“Well hey there rockstar.” Her voice causing his skin to cover in goosebumps, everytime.

“What’s going on? Why can’t you come tonight? Did you ticket get lost? I can just-” He rambled, biting the skin in the inside of his cheeks.

“No no, the ticket is fine. I-uh..” The line went quiet and Michael panicked.

“You there?”

“Y-yeah. Sorry. Just kind of out of it I guess.”

“I know something’s wrong, what is it?”

“Ffffuck.” She groaned on the other line and his leg started to shake, he didn’t recognize this tone of voice from her. “I’m just worried.” She finally said after a long pause.

“About what?”

“That you’re going to be let down when you finally meet me. Michael, you’re this huge rockstar with all these hot babes following you around all the time. I’m not one of those hot babes, I’m hot in my own way. I’m more awkward in person, I’m not as funny-”

He swallowed the lump that had been growing in his throat and sighed, never could he be let down by her, she was everything to him.

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t say shit like that.” He raised his voice,


“No let me talk. I’ve seen you. You’re fucking beautiful alright? God, the fact that you would ever think I could be let down by meeting you pisses me off because all I’ve wanted for the last 2 years is to finally see your smile in person.”

“You have no right to be angry with me Michael, I’m confident in myself, you know that just as well as I do. But your fans can be brutal, I remember some of the screenshots about Bryana that you sent me. I don’t know if I can handle that.” He took in what she was saying and took a deep breath.

“Please. Please come to the show tonight.” He pleaded, tears stinging in his eyes at the thought of her not showing up. He needed to see her, he wanted it to be real, realer than it already was. Luke always said it was stupid, and that he should just focus on a girl who he could actually hook up with. But Michael didn’t want that, he didn’t want just a hook up, he wanted someone who got him, someone who got was he was all about, and he found her, she just happened to live miles away. (Not that he didn’t want to hook up with her, because he really..really did) The first time they’d facetimed, he thought that he might die at the sight of her, she was even prettier than the selfies they’d exchanged. He’d fallen for her way before he’d even seen what she looked like, her looks were just a bonus for him. She once posted a #bodyposi photoset on twitter that he had jacked off to more times then he’d like to admit. She was posed with her ass on the counter, her thick thighs more visible along the rolls on her back which she claimed to hate, but he loved. The second photo was one of her in a crop top and jeans, smiling with her arm tossed over her bestfriend’s shoulder, it was at the Ed Sheeran concert where he’d sent her tickets for on her birthday. The third picture was his favourite, a candid photo that her sister had taken of her, giggling like a manic in a bikini on the beach, his favourite dimple popping out and her beautiful stretch marks visibly covering her stomach. He’d set that one as his background for the longest time, he joked around with her that he would do it, she didn’t think he actually would.

“Fine, you whiny baby.” She chuckled. “I’ll be standing right in the front row, you better not fuck up.” And that’s when it really hit him. She was actually going to be there. “I’m wearing your stupid band’s shirt by the way. The one you sent me.” He couldn’t stop smiling, he thought that his face would be permanently stuck that way. 

“I can’t wait to see you.” Was the last thing he said before she hung up. Hours went by, his leg shaking constantly during soundcheck, the fans knew something was up, everyone was tweeting about how weird Michael had been acting. The lights went down, Michael had never run out on that stage faster than he did that night. He started playing End Up Here, he looked over at Luke who gestured in front of him. There she was, smiling that perfect smile. The dimple. And just like that he forgot the words, he just stared down at her with this blank look on his face, strumming his guitar mindlessly.

“I thought I said not to fuck up!” She mouthed and it brought him out of his daze. The song ended, and her bestfriend whispered in her ear, making her giggle like a maniac. Calum cleared his throat into the mic and Michael immediately shot him a dirty look. 

“Sorry everyone if Michael fucks up every one of his solos tonight. Someone really important to him is in the crowd tonight, and he’s not paying attention.” Calum winked at her and she stuck her tongue out. Fans around her started screaming, thinking that the wink was directed to them. Michael looked down at her and she mouthed something else. 

“I. Love. You.” She smiled and her bestfriend clutched onto her arm and cheered. 

“I love you too.” Michael said into the mic, not thinking. Not remembering that they were on stage. She was blushing, the crowd was screaming. He played his heart out that show, knowing that as soon as it was over he would finally have her in his arms. 


Dear Spence,

Who ever thought that I’d be writing you a letter. You died on the 10th of June in 1967. My golly, Spence, that’s twenty-four years ago. That’s a long time. Are you happy finally? Is it a nice long rest you’re having? Making up for all your tossing and turning in life. You know, I never believed you when you said that you just couldn’t get to sleep. I thought, Oh—come on—you sleep—if you didn’t sleep you’d be dead. You’d be so worn out. Then remember that night when—oh, I don’t know, you felt so disturbed. And I said, Well, go on in—go to bed. And I’ll lie on the floor and talk you to sleep. I’ll just talk and talk and you’ll be so bored, you’re bound to drift off.

Well, I went in and got an old pillow and Lobo the dog. I lay there watching you and stroking Old Dog. I was talking about you and the movie we’d just finished—Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner—and my studio and your new tweed coat and the garden and all the nice sleep-making topics and cooking and dull gossip, but you never stopped tossing—to the right, to the left—shove the pillows—pull the covers—on and on and on. Finally—really finally—not just then—you quieted down. I waited a while—and then I crept out.

You told me the truth, didn’t you? You really could not sleep.

And I used to wonder then—why? I still wonder. You took the pills. They were quite strong. I suppose you have to say that otherwise you would never have slept at all. Living wasn’t easy for you, was it?

What did you like to do? You loved sailing, especially in stormy weather. You loved polo. But then Will Rogers was killed in that airplane accident. And you never played polo again—never again. Tennis, golf, no, not really. You’d bat a few balls. Fair you were. I don’t think that you ever swang a golf club. Is “swang” a word? Swimming? Well, you didn’t like cold water. And walking? No, that didn’t suit you. That was one of those things where you could think at the same time—of this, of that, of what, Spence? What was it? Was it some specific life thing like Johnny being deaf, or being a Catholic and you felt a bad Catholic? No comfort, no comfort. I remember Father Ciklic telling you that you concentrated on all the bad and none of the good which your religion offered. It must have been something very fundamental and very ever-present.

And the incredible fact. There you were—really the greatest movie actor. I say this because I believe it and also I have heard many people of standing in your business say it. From Olivier to Lee Strasberg to David Lean. You name it. You could do it. And you could do it with that glorious simplicity and directness: you could just do it. You couldn’t enter your own life, but you could become someone else. You were a killer, a priest, a fisherman, a sportswriter, a judge, a newspaperman. You were it in an instant.

You hardly had to study. You learned the lines in no time. What a relief! You could be someone else for a while. You weren’t you—you were safe. You loved to laugh, didn’t you? You never missed those individual comics: Jimmy Durante, Phil Silvers, Fanny Brice, Frank McHugh, Mickey Rooney, Jack Benny, Burns and Allen, Smith and Dale, and your favorite, Bert Williams. Funny stories: you could tell them—and brilliantly. You could laugh at yourself. You enjoyed very much the friendship and admiration of people like the Kanins, Frank Sinatra, Bogie and Betty, George Cukor, Vic Flemming, Stanley Kramer, the Kennedys, Harry Truman, Lew Douglas. You were fun with them, you had fun with them, you felt safe with them.

But then back to life’s trials. Oh hell, take a drink—no-yes-maybe. Then stop taking the drink. You were great at that, Spence. You could just stop. How I respected you for that. Very unusual.

Well, you said on this subject: never safe until you’re seven feet underground. But why the escape hatch? Why was it always opened—to get away from the remarkable you?

What was it, Spence? I meant to ask you. Did you know what it was?

What did you say? I can’t hear you…

Gillian Anderson reads Katharine Hepburn’s letter to Spencer Tracy, written c.1985. [x]

Also: click here [x] to watch Kate Hepburn read out the letter herself


So, I passed the 300 follower mark (310!) and I am just blown away.  I feel like I should do something to celebrate, and given that most of you are probably here for my writing, I imagine that the best celebration would be a snippet of some sort.

So, how about a snippet of an unpublished WIP?  Just because I have so many of them and I hope to update both More Precious than Rubies and As Certain Dark Things Are to be Loved within the next two weeks.  So, below is a list of all my WIPs for which words are actually written.  This is partly an excuse to show off all my plots, and a way to let you guys pick which one you want to see a snippet for.

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The Monkees in London

Here is a sort of masterpost type thing of the Monkees’ time in London in June/July 1967. This was the only significant time all four Monkees spent in the UK during their heyday, and obviously being from the UK and spending a lot of time seeing bands in London this stuff interests me.

The boys arrived in London on the 28th of June, coming just across the water from Paris. The very next day they held their first ever group press conference at the Royal Garden Hotel, which is overlooking Kensington Gardens (which is basically attached to Hyde Park).

The Royal Garden Hotel/Press Conference:

By coincidence, last summer I was in Kensington on the anniversary of the Monkees stay there. Here’s a post I made at the time, showing the hotel as it was in 1967 compared to how it is today.

The Shows:

The Monkees played five shows at Wembley Arena (known until the late 70s as ‘Empire Pool’) over the next three days: one on Friday 30th, and two shows each on the Saturday and Sunday, to crowds of 10,000 at each show. Lulu was the support act, and the poor girl apparently copped some flack from the audience as she was rumoured to be involved with Davy at the time.

Here is what Lulu thought of each of the boys, transcribed by me from Flip magazine, February 1968:

“To be quite honest I had a pre-conceived notion that Davy might be a bit big-time and sure of himself because of his professional attitude. I was wrong. When I got talking to him at Wembley I soon realized that he is overwhelmed by it all and just a little bewildered and before he went out to face the audience on the second night with all his relations down from Manchester to see him, he was as nervous as a kitten. He introduced me to his sister on that evening and we spent some time talking together about him. The family is immensely proud of him and the way he helps his father. He obviously has a very deep attachment to his family.”

Peter can get incredibly wound up about a subject, and suddenly right in the middle of our shopping spree [with Micky Dolenz and Samantha Juste] he got involved in an argument with Micky about fate and whether our lives are all mapped out for us. Fortunately, it was not too serious and a clash of opinions like this is soon over.”

“Peter is one of those people who have a natural gift for helping keep the conversation going–Mike, for example, does not and if he is in an untalkative mood you won’t shift him. Mike is a lot more deep than you realise–there’s a little piece of himself which he is keeping to himself and no one is going to get a look at. He was always polite and very much the Southern gentleman and he has a wicked dry sense of humour, but you don’t very often get past the door marked 'Private’ in his mind.”

Micky is really lovely. He’s a marvellous ham at times and just clowns around the whole day. To watch him handle the press is a treat–he turns an embarrassing question with a good humoured crack and immediately gets the reporters on his side.”

A few fun facts about the shows:

  • Mike and Micky wore black armbands in support of Keith Richards and Mick Jagger who’d recently been busted for drugs.
  • Mick Jagger’s face was also shown on the big screen while Davy performed “I Wanna Be Free”
  • According to a review by NME of the final show, Keith Moon was in attendance and, before the show started, stood up and shouted “we want The Who!”

Party with the Beatles / Micky in Hyde Park:

On the 3rd of July, the day after the Monkees completed their Wembley shows, Brian Epstien threw a huge party for the Monkees at the Speakeasy Club in London. This was also the party that Micky and Peter introduced the Beatles and Eric Clapton to STP.

Info courtesty of @psychojello. Full post HERE:

Peter remembers: “Micky and I are meeting the Beatles at a London club called the Speakeasy. And in come George and John singing to the tune of “Hare Krishna” “Micky Dolenz, Micky Dolenz, Dolenz, Dolenz, Micky, Micky.” And Paul is with Jane Asher, and the other guys didn’t bring anybody, and I had just done some STP which was an LSD-type psychedelic drug. I mentioned it to John and he said, “We heard that’s no good. Mama Cass told us not to take it.” But he said, “Okay”. So I went back to the hotel and I got some. Popped one down his throat. I guess he was alright because he seemed to survive. I don’t think I’m responsible for “Strawberry Fields” though.“

Here’s who attended: The Monkees (minus Davy, who was out of town to visit his family) and the Beatles (but not Ringo because Maureen was having a baby), Pattie Harrison, Jane Asher, Cynthia Lennon, Samantha Juste, Phyllis Nesmith, Dusty Springfield, Lulu, Eric Clapton, The Who, Procul Harum, Mickie Most, Frank Allen of The Searchers, Manfred Mann, Barry Miles, Jeff Beck and others.

Around 3:30am, George Harrison started a jam session with his ukulele, with Peter Tork playing banjo and Keith Moon playing drums on a table. Not too shabby! The party ended around 6am.

The following morning, after the party, Micky went wandering through Hyde Park and ended up singing to a bunch of fans.

“Who is the most incredible, the most unpredictable pop star of ‘em all? Well at the risk of offending supporters of other members of the Monkees, it’s Micky Dolenz who currently holds the title. And it’s all because he put on the most incredible, most unpredictable pop performance of all time when the boys were in London.”

The Trouble with Tumblr - Dick Grayson x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if maybe one of you can do one for Dick where the reader and him are dating and she comes upon a site(cough Tumblr maybe?)and finds some interesting things (weird ships involving NIGHTWING and like Zatanna or Wally or something??) and his S/O confronts him and Dick is so shocked and jut kinda laughs replying like “Babe, you’re the only one For me.” “Then tell that to Tumblr Richard”

This started out pretty funny (to me) then got serious for a second, but I tried to recover it. I hope you like it!

- Mod Drama Queen

Words: 630

How you ended up scrolling through the Nightwing tag on Tumblr is beyond you. Maybe it was that extremely ironic post about how Batman and Bruce Wayne appear to be dating. Or maybe it was that photoset of all of the boys in action that made you wonder if there were any other interesting pictures of Nightwing.

Either way, you weren’t prepared for what you found.

You realized a little too late that safe search was turned off. There are some things that will forever be burned into your memory, and the sight of your boyfriend doing… interesting things with some of his best friends is one of them.

You sigh in relief when you turn safe search back on and the first few posts are innocent snapshots and clickbait posts. However, the farther into the tag you get, the more you see Dick being paired with friends like Zatanna and Wally. Normally it wouldn’t bother you. Most of the pictures featuring Nightwing and Zatanna or Nightwing and Kid Flash were taken before the two of you started dating.

You even remember the story behind the picture featuring the Kid Flash with one arm around Nightwing’s neck as the speedster appears to have been dipped during a dance. Wally had stepped back a little too far on a rooftop and started falling, so he’d grabbed the closest thing to keep him from hitting the pavement below. That something just so happened to be Dick. The expression everyone seems to be interpreting as mutual love was actually sheer terror and shock.

But these textposts talking about how they’re perfect for each other are extremely compelling. Even though these people don’t know who Nightwing really is, it makes you question whether you’re actually right for him.

But the post that sends you after Dick in search of answers is a picture that looks like it was taken recently. Zatanna has Nightwing’s face in her hands and is kissing him on the cheek.

“Hey, babe,” Dick says with a smile when you walk into the living room of his apartment. “What’s up?”

“Is there something you need to tell me, Richard?” you ask, trying to keep an even tone. Dick’s smile falters at the sound of his full name.

“Wow. Full name. You must be serious,” he says.

“It is serious!” you show him the picture of Nightwing and Zatanna on your phone.

“Y/N, you know there’s nothing between Zatanna and me. We dated a few years ago, but we’re just friends now.”

“I know that, but this picture—”

“Was taken months ago,” Dick cuts you off. “You and I weren’t even dating then. She’d been hit by a diluted dose of Ivy’s pheromones, and they were affecting her as if she’d drunk too much alcohol. That peck on the cheek didn’t mean anything to either of us.”

“I’m sorry,” you sigh. Maybe you’d jumped to a worst case scenario a little too soon. “It’s just that I look at your past girlfriends and then myself and I can’t help but wonder—”

“Y/N,” Dick tries to stop you. But you have to say it before it eats you from the inside.

“—if I’m enough for you. If I’m right for you.”

“All of these blogs and magazines don’t know any of us,” Dick gets up and walks over to you. He takes your hands and looks into your eyes. “Y/N, you are the only one for me.”

Relief washes over you. Dick pulls you into a hug and you rest your head on his chest. “Then tell that to the internet, Richard,” you say in a half joking voice.

You feel him chuckle and smile at his response. “Alright, then. I guess I’ve got a few phone calls to make.”

Every week, the cast and crew of HBO’s Insecure — the new series based on Issa Rae’s successful web series — is taking EW behind the scenes of each episode. This week, Rae herself walks us through the season one finale, “Broken As F—.”

On the ups and downs of Molly and Issa’s friendship

Molly and Issa have been calling each other out on their sh-t since the pilot. In fact, in the first episode, they have a blow up about Molly feeling like Issa exposed her “broken pussy” insecurities and Issa feeling like she’s been living for everybody but herself. This was something that continued to silently stew for both of them as they watched each other’s actions play out over the season, and so it felt natural to have it all boil over during a moment where they were both at lows. I think only your real friends can tell you the truth in a way that cuts deep, but that you need to hear and, in this case, they were both triggered with the truth and lashed out with low blows. We always knew that it would hurt to have them fight, but their friendship is so strong that it could withstand a little hard truth. They’re not frenemies; they actually need each other and they love each other — so we knew they’d make up.

On the significance of the couch in Insecure

One of our writers pitched the couch being on the curb throughout the season as a long running joke, and then we recognized how representative it was of Issa and Lawrence’s relationship and their past, and intentionally used it to convey that. Even though Issa and Lawrence resolved to make it work, the fact that the couch remained there was a lingering reminder that their relationship hadn’t truly made it out of the weeds yet. Replacing the couch was a temporary band-aid, but they needed more than a new couch to repair years of unsaid things in their relationship. To us, the couch represented a fresh start that was never really fresh. We were so excited to come up with the idea of Issa and Molly sitting on the couch together at the end of the season because their relationship is truly the core of the show, and to have Molly sitting on the couch with Issa at end shows how they were the only ones who were ever truly “in this” together.

On the final fight scene between Lawrence (played by Jay Ellis) and Issa

Man, that fight scene was brutal. Jay is such a great guy and was always in good spirits and just genuinely friendly. Throughout the day, we knew we had to film this scene and then right before we had to shoot, we just weren’t talking to each other. He was in his zone and I was in mine, but once in a while I would just longingly glance over at him and feel for him. It felt like I truly crushed his soul in every take and he was just soooo great at conveying that hurt and betrayal, that the tears came easily for me… that is until take 10, where I did the last wall slide and told Kevin (our director) that I had run out of tears. Unfortunately, since we shot that scene so late at night, Jay and I just hugged it out and went home. But on the bright side, it was one of the first scenes we shot for that episode, so we got all of that emotion out of the way and were able to shoot the rest of the episode in jolly peace.

On coming to the decision in the writers’ room that Lawrence would leave Issa

This was also something we discussed in the room. The idea of a woman cheating is so bewildering for a lot of men; like it’s a huge mark of betrayal for them in a way that’s kind of a double standard. I remember writing a film when I was younger and part of it had a woman cheating for reasons of lust and weakness. The executive who read it told me that a lead woman could not cheat because it makes them immediately unlikeable. He strongly believed that women could not come back from cheating and I remember thinking how unfair that was, because I watched shows and movies where women forgive men for cheating all…the…time. It was also important to me to have Issa cheat precisely at a moment where Lawrence wasn’t necessarily at fault; where it wasn’t about him, it was about her. I think we always think that a man has to do something for a woman to cheat, and this was very much about Issa and her decision to be “aggressively active” for once. She just failed to think about what she would lose in the process.

But even discussing it in the room, a lot of men felt like Lawrence would not be ready to take her back so easily — he never imagined that Issa, the woman he had grown to love and trust, would do this to him and would not be ready to take her back so easily. For that final scene where he goes back to his complex, seeing Thug Yoda and the old couch, then stepping into his old apartment felt like a regression to him. In a way, he would rather leave than face the hurt and Issa’s transgressions. I think for him, being in that environment, knowing that he had vowed to commit to this girl just a month or two before, was just too much to forgive at that point.

On what’s next for Lawrence and Issa

I think we saw Issa at the beginning of this season decide to take life into her own hands and be active at all costs. We saw her make some pretty selfish and harmful decisions as result and, as the season progressed, we saw her appreciate some of what she already had in her life and to see her own fault in the things that weren’t going her way. I think this next season will see her start to ask more introspective questions. I think the break up will hit both Lawrence and Issa pretty hard and I think break-ups are rarely ever clean, especially for couples who lived together. So we know that Lawrence won’t be completely out of her life forever. We’re also really excited to develop what Issa and Molly possibly being single together looks like.

And lastly, on filming in that incredible house

That. House. Was. Amazing. It had so many rooms and the beach was right there. I remember being so hype to shoot the jacuzzi scene because it got cold at night. I also had my own little room during the day with one of those fancy toilets with all of the buttons that can warm and spray your ass, on command. My biggest regret was being too basic to figure out how to work it, though. Being in Malibu was amazing, the on-set writers and I actually rented a house overnight to drink wine and to celebrate filming our last episode. It was really special and fun to work with everyone on this show, from the writers to the cast to the crew. And it’s so damn cool how invested our audience got! I’m so appreciative that we get to do it again for season 2!

crystaldollhouse replied to your photoset “Penny: That is not a fish!”

It’s the rare and amazing bootfish

Not really so rare since she has an inventory full of them. But definitely amazing. How do they swim? They have no fins. And no gills! Magical bootfish!

elfpuddle replied to your photoset “Pacifica: Wow! You are the best Lorcan! They are such twins.”

Date reward?

Rory and Kim go on dates a lot. I just never document them because they aren’t at all interesting. And apparently I am bad at remembering to clean up all the roses afterwards.

cafesimming replied to your photoset “Julia: Maybe try putting it in the hole. Flora: Or I eat it? Julia: I…”

whatever works, i suppose

My little sister had one of those things when she was younger and 90% of our interactions while she was playing with it were just like that. Like whatever, just eat the thing. That’s good as well. It fits in your mouth so that’s sort of what we were aiming for.


Behind the scenes of The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit (Part 3)

From the Impossible Planet DVD commentary with visual effects producer Will Cohen, Shaun Parkes (who played captain Zachary Cross Flane), and David Tennant

Will Cohen: Now I remember watching an episode of Doctor Who Confidential after this where you were stroking the Ood

David Tennant: Those heads were so squeezable!  They were so soft and kind of…

Will: Stress relieving

David: They are!  They are.

Shaun Parkes: They’re like a stress ball.

David: I don’t know how that feels for the guys inside them, obviously.  And the tendrils are very… You wanna bite the tendrils!  You really do. You want to gnaw on them.

Shaun: That’s… that’s not something…

David: Did that not work for you? You didn’t?  You didn’t have that?

Shaun: [laughs] I didn’t have that, no.

David: Well…

Shaun: The stroking I can understand, because you had to feel it to believe it.

David: Yeah.  One of the softest things you’ve ever…

Shaun: You’ve ever touched, exactly. It was made really well.  The tentacles were like these sausages - they’re like thin sausages.

David: Yeah.  You just want to grind them within your back teeth.  Really rubbery and kind of… like a big bit of squid.

Shaun: Yeah - beef jerky or something.

David: Yeah!  I like a bit of that.

Shaun: No.

David: Gnawing on an Ood’s tentacle.

Shaun: I don’t get down with that.

David: Well… [laughs] Billie was obsessed with it.

Shaun: She was obsessed with it. I remember that.

Other parts of this set: [ one ] [ two ] [ four ] [ five ] [ six ]
[ List of Behind-the-Sceness PhotoSets ]

…and because it goes with the commentary:
[ David’s obsession with Ood Heads and Cat-Nun faces ]


Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story? Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one…one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Pippa? Ann? Their sin was that they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They believed they could change what they were–damaged, unloved. Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed. Necessary. But it wasn’t true. This is a ghost story remember? A tragedy. They were misled. Betrayed by their own stupid hopes. Things couldn’t be different for them, because they weren’t special after all. So life took them, led them, and they went along, you see? They faded before their own eyes, till they were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. With what can’t be. There, now. Isn’t that the scariest story you’ve ever heard?

anonymous asked:

How would you describe Harry's personality

god forbid this is going to take me long

ok first of all, i’m not being bias just because he is my fave but i’m going to state the facts on what i’ve seen with this boy with the aid of the things i have read about him, fan encounters, videos, documentaries and etc.

Harry is extremely kind. Towards his family, to the boys, his friends and the fans. He shows concern to every single one of them. I have made a photoset on how he cares about the fans. (x). As we have noticed, he literally stops for photos like he tries his best to make sure everyone has got their photos even when he gets mobbed he would still make an effort to stop. I remember back in Australia when he met these group of fans who got a room to their hotel. The fans were somewhere at a pool and Harry actually made his way to them just to talk to them about stuff (they weren’t allowed to take pictures). He was just there sitting with them, having a chat and all but apparently he had to go but he insisted to not take pics with him since he was all sweaty and all that but he insisted that these fans could come backstage so he could take pictures with them and sign them stuffs……. When he opened the van door to talk to the fans while they were stuck in a traffic just to ask them how they’re doing :(((.. When this fan attacked him but he still hugged her no matter how the security were trying to stop them. When he asked this girl at a signing on how she was feeling and she told him how a little thirsty she was and he asked one of the guards for a water bottle just so he could give it to her. How he saved this little girl from being squished at a concert. How he came back for this fan who apparently fell and who was having a hard time breathing when he was mobbed in nyc. How he hugged this fan at their movie premiere when she said that he is the only positivity in his life and he literally asked her what is up? are you alright?.. He is just so nice and caring and attentive to every fan. He likes meeting new people (i can assure you that.. he really do.)

Ok next, I like the way he handles the fame and all that. He is so mature when it comes to rumors and all the bullshit that is being thrown at him. He is not the type of guy who would literally tweet about this certain rumor and have it confirmed but instead he would tweet something about a goddamn bread or a microwave which I find really cute. I like how he handles interviews all too well. Sometimes interviewers would ask him some tough or straight questions but i like it how he brush things off and make it come out as a joke and answer them with ease (i really adore him for that i like his sense of humour). He seems to not care about how people thought of him in general like he doesn’t care how people would talk shit about him going to a gay bar or do something cray with nick grimshaw and all that which I think is a sign of maturity and I love him for that.

But on top of it all, I think he’s also really sensitive. Remember that time when he actually cried at a documentary because of the red and black (it’s red and black and not black and red right ok omg) performance and how he thinks his solo was shit and he had to go through twitter and the infamous quote “I want to be one of those people who doesn’t really care about how people thought of them but I guess i’m not.” I adore him for that because that’s when I realized that Harry’s the type of guy who’s not really afraid to hide his emotions. He literally wears his emotions on his sleeve. He is easy to read and that may or may not be the reason why alot of people are so easily attached to him. I worry at times also when the media pushes him too hard. Like we all know how matured he is when it comes to handling those situations but we don’t really know how he actually feel towards it. It might be affecting him at times but either way, I still like how he can handle it all too well. 

Moving on… HIS MUSIC TASTE GAHHH.. Guys with great taste in music turns me on. I don’t know man he has it. I kind of think that his music choice says alot about him. It is also significant in his tattoos. for ex. “Won’t stop til we surrender” (sweet disposition - the temper trap). You could literally read his personality with his music choice and his tattoos and I have to say, I think tattoos is one way of expressing your life story. You don’t just get them because you wanted to, you get them because there’s a significant story behind it and I think that’s why Harry tends to get tattoos because he might of think that tattoos is a one smart way to show everyone who you are. I quote Johnny Depp “My body is my journal, and my tattoos are my story.” (except for some of harry’s tattoo that he had confirmed about the meaning behind it ok lol) and oh yeah, on top of it all. Harry’s a really smart guy too.


Rilaya Week 2016 - Day 5: Stop It! or Ring Power!

All due respect to “Stop It!” It’s a cute little handshake, but it’s no Ring Power. Riley and Maya haven’t even done “stop it” together since season 1. (Riley did it with a Gamma Gamma girl in 2x06. Maya did it with her mom in 2x12.)

Ring Power is all about substance though. The rings were a birthday gift for Maya. They have featured in all three seasons. There’s some added significance in the fact that they’re Fenian Claddagh Rings.

“Claddagh rings, with or without the crown, … [continue] to be symbols of love or marriage. Claddagh rings may be used as friendship or relationship rings depending on the intention of wearer and, in the case of a gift, of the giver.”

Maya wears her ring on her right hand with the heart turned inward, which conveys that the wearer is in a relationship or that their heart has been captured.

Riley has worn her ring on both hands, also with the heart turned inward. On the left hand with the heart turned inward, it conveys that the wearer is married.

For Riley and Maya, the rings represent their devotion to each other. The rings affirm that they are each other’s safe place. When they don’t know anything else, they know ring power. When they’re confused or scared, they turn to the rings. They know that their bond is forever and the rings are representative of that. (Rings that represent eternal relationship bonds…where have I heard something like that before?)

I remember when 1x18 Girl Meets Master Plan first aired. I had just recently finished The Legend of Korra and my heart was full to bursting with hope. I had already been quietly wondering if Riley and Maya might get together someday and then 1x17 Girl Meets Game Night came along with its Rilaya/Corpanga parallels. Fresh on the heels of that came Master Plan, where Riley gives Maya a ring for her birthday.

I was raised in a household where we were taught that a ring was a very intimate and important sort of gift, not something you give or receive while dating unless you’re very serious and certainly not something you’d give to a friend. That’s just my repressed childhood of course, but it adds depth to the story of how seeing Riley give Maya a ring, right after the Rilaya/Corpanga parallels, and my heart full-to-bursting with sapphic hope from Korrasami, really added to the idea that maybe Rilaya would be a real thing someday.  And at first I figured the rings would just be a one-off element for that episode, but then they came back in season 2 and have stayed all this time. (And then later I found out they were a variant on Claddagh rings, which I was familiar with because of Buffy and Angel, and that got me excited all over again.)

To me, seeing the rings calls on that hope that filled my heart back then when I sometimes lose sight of it. For Riley and Maya, their rings represent what all Claddagh rings are supposed to represent: love, friendship, and loyalty.


Victorian Sherlolly

Part Six

(Previous chapters can be found here:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four)

Part Five)

He escorted her to a room that seemed miles from where they just were, when the walk was in reality only a few paces, he opened the door and ushered her in before shutting it behind and gesturing her to take a seat in the dimly lit room.

“Doctor Hooper. I trust this visit is not because of my daughter.” He commented as he took the large leather chair opposite hers. She nodded silently, glad she had not made him worry about Elizabeth’s health. “Pray tell, why are you here?” He asked, voice softer than she remembered, or perhaps that was merely the effect of the warm coloured room and her still flustered feelings.

“I have come to discuss alternative care for Elizabeth. I am afraid I can no longer be her physician.” She said quietly but firmly, holding out a letter for him to take before focusing on her hands that retreated in her lap immediately after rather than the intense gaze she knew was directed solely on her.

“Have you been offered another post?” He said quickly, his tone more clipped than before.

“No, I-” She began, her speech all ready as she had prepared in her mind as she walked determined along Waterloo to get here.

“Have my daughter or I done something to offend you?” He demanded.

“Oh gosh, no! Not at all. I-” She said hastily, not expecting him to be so forceful about why she was leaving.

“Then why, Doctor Hooper, after weeks aiding Elizabeth’s recovery, have you decided to leave?”

“I- I think we both know why, Mister Holmes.” She said softly, her eyes looking up at his in sorrow. In truth, Molly had fallen in love with Sherlock somewhere along the way, not even sure of it herself until that previous night. She had almost overstepped her place as she touched his cheek softly, realising later that she was only a heartbeat away from leaning forward and pressing her mouth to his.

Sherlock leaned back in the chair, his already cold demeanour becoming harder and more closed off. “I did offend you.” He muttered to himself.

“No, sir, you did not. This is because of my error, not yours.” She tried to comfort him, insisting. “It was unprofessional of me and I cannot continue to care for your daughter-” When I care so deeply for you, her mind finished.

“I understand.” He stood quickly, straightening his clothes and tucking his hands behind his back. “Let it be known that there are no hard feelings, Doctor Hooper. I am grateful for your service.” He did not seem as at ease about this as his words suggested. Molly stood, much slower than he had as she gathered her wits and angled her head to face him. They were suddenly as close as they had been the night previous, she noted.

“Mister Holmes, please know I have enjoyed talking to Elizabeth. If things had been different when my duties ended I would have liked to remain friends with her.” Molly said, full of sadness as she smiled weakly. “I am truly sorry.”

“How sorry?”

“Excuse me?” Molly asked at his odd question, her eyebrow raising in confusion.

“How sorry, Doctor Hooper? If anything else were to of happen, if you were to of offended me or I you, would you be anymore sorry?” He questioned as if it were the most normal question to have asked her.

She shook her head, still perplexed by the thought. “No. No, sir, I think not. I feel I regret my leaving you, you and Miss Holmes,” she added hastily, “Is as deep as it ever could be.” She gave another small smile as she turned to step past him only he did not allow it. His arm coming to block her waist so she could not get by. “Mister-?” She began to ask as she turned to look at him in her confusion, only to have his lips on hers, his mouth pressing into hers as his hand held her waist firmly, the other coming up to cradle the base of her skull as her head tilted back to accept his kiss.

He held her close, his body closing the already small distance and being a firm object for her to grasp at in shock. Her fingers gripped the edges of his jacket in a most shamefully lustful way as she tried to step closer to him and this thing she had spent all night awake thinking of…

“Mister Holmes!” She gasped, pulling away and stepped back, putting the chair she had previously sat on between them. “This is not right.”

He smiled, his thumb coming up to ghost over his bottom lip before he moved closer to her. “Miss Hooper, I shall not disrespect you by apologising when I do not mean it. I could not simply let you leave without you knowing how I feel, or that would have been my deepest regret.” He stood opposite her and gave a slight bow. “Now you know. Good day, Molly Hooper.”

“Good… Good day, Sherlock Holmes.” She said in almost a daze as she watched him leave, if she didn’t know better, she could have sworn there was a spring in his step that had never been there before. Her fingers echoed his and traced over her sensitive lips softly. Had that really just happened? Could… Could Sherlock Holmes really love her as she did him? All she knew was that Elizabeth would not let her walk away without it being known she was right about her father all along.

Part Seven - Coming soon (Altho I’m fast running out of these pictures that work well together… If only there were some show where they were both in it together, set around 1889… Perhaps even be in the same scene together so the lighting matches… Just staying…)