become remarkable

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“I’m just one gigantic ball of rancid fear and self-consciousness. I’m entirely fueled by fear, so the fact that I knew it could be a catastrophic disaster made me unable to sleep, and made me work quite hard.” — Eddie Redmayne, b. January 6, 1982

“Sorry for not believing in you“

(A/N): I‘ve always wanted to write a soulmate AU so this is like a big deal for my crippling author career, enjoy x 

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Originally posted by tylerandthejosephs

The air is frozen lace on your skin, delicate and cold. The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches to brilliance. That special cold and pale light, only the winter‘s sun could give, makes everything glow with slippery ice. It‘s the perfect day for staying home but sadly, you had to work today. You‘re seated at the bus stop with both arms crossed over your chest, hugging your body, as if that could provide you with some kind of warmth. 

All of sudden you see a woman getting dragged by her poodle towards another dog owner across the street and as expected, they collide. The man has lost his hat due to the incident, causing a royal blue strand on his head to become visible and remarkably stand out from the rest of his hair. Instantly noticing it, the woman lets a loud gasp escape her lips and urgently draws the guy‘s attention to her streak of hair that coincidentally has the exact same pigment. The next thing that happens is acted out just like in the movies, the lovers jump into each other‘s arms and share a passionate kiss as they pull away. At the same time, the royal blue pieces of hair from each of them looses their colour and blend into the rest. Seems like the scenery has turned out to be the complete opposite of a coincidence. Oh, the things you‘d do to finally experience the same spectacle…When will it be your turn to find your soulmate?

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Okay I’m in the middle of writing hc stuff but with the trial captains being under 20 and maybe one of them being over 16 (Mina), just note that none of these other kids can’t fucking drive. Kiawe can ride a fire-breathing Charizard but he can’t get behind a pickup truck to go to a fast-food malasada place at 3AM. 

bless the alolan region for giving me so much stuff to worldbuild with.

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Lily

Lily Evans was dark haired, had the greenest eyes, was fat and completely unapologetic about it. She cried after ending her friendship with Severus and she cried when Petunia said she didn’t want her at her wedding. She laughed thrice as much as she cried on good days. She worked her arse off to be good at potions to beat Snape, and her hard work paid off. She worked her arse off to beat Potter at Transfiguration and it sometimes paid off, but more often just made her frustrated about being one mark behind.

She took Dorcas and Marlene becoming an item remarkably well considering she ended up having to third wheel it for most of their sixth year. She wallowed alone in her misery a few times before deciding that hanging out with Nancy Blackett from Hufflepuff would be a better use of her time. Nancy had acne and frizzy hair and gave kisses like butterbeer. Lily really liked her, but dating a muggleborn wasn’t something many people were willing to risk when muggle-supporters started getting murdered.

Lily figured out about Remus being a Werewolf around the same time Severus had, and was wary of him for about 2.7 days before getting over herself, because it wasn’t like Remus had changed at all, he was still kind and quiet, the only Gryffindor boy she could stand. Two years on and he was one of her best friends, and she kind of wanted to scold her younger self for being hesitant with him at all. Really, she wanted to punch pretty much every past iteration of her, because they were all idiots.

She drank too much firewhiskey the night that she kissed James for the first time. Waking up with a hangover and vague memories of letting him get to second base, her brain somehow muddled together the conviction that she really didn’t mind him kissing her. In fact, she would really like him to do it again. Repeatedly. For the foreseeable future.

She got knocked up in the middle of a war because she and James really couldn’t keep it in their pants. She endured four stupid boys coddling her and attempting to keep her away from any skirmishes. She survived meeting you-know-who twice in that time. And both times she clung to James as she slipped into sleep at night, shaking like a leaf. When Harry came it was difficult to let him out of her arms. She wanted to keep the small brown blob near her at every moment.

Lily died knowing her James was gone too, hoping her baby would survive them both. She was emotional, high strung, clever, angry at a lot of things, but happy more often than not. The day she died had been mundane, but the life she had lived was anything but.

MAY HOROSCOPES

Taurus, you are everything you were destined to be.

Gemini, loving you is not a chore or inconvenience.

Cancer, do not forget the friends who always asked about the best part of your day.

Leo, not everyone has to like you in order for you to be powerful.

Virgo, you are entitled to a safe environment- this city is yours, too.

Libra, it isn’t practical to imagine you becoming anything less than remarkable.

Scorpio, persuading others to care doesn’t require you to prove that you’re hurting.

Sagittarius, how you identify does not have to be the defining aspect of who you are.

Capricorn, glorious and kind things are said about you behind your back.

Aquarius, let no one mistake your emptiness for a shelf.

Pisces, avoid abandoning people as soon as they get close enough to know your faults.

Aries, the stories living inside you are relevant and valuable.
—  MAY HOROSCOPES, by Blythe Baird (2016)

My high school transcripts. I failed miserably through high school. I’m not embarrassed by it because it signifies the adversity I went through. My parents weren’t around, no one cared if I did well. But I’m now in my last year at UCLA, I’ve worked in a breast cancer research lab in the med school, I have two scientific co-authored publications… I’ve been supporting myself since 17 working a bunch of different jobs and had to take out private loans for school. I also had to share a room with a 4 year old for two years, and I used to bus to work and community college, but it was all worth it.

After getting tired of my shitty life, I decided to become remarkable instead.
Grades will never define you, failure is necessary to know success. Take all your negatives and fuel it into a positive future. Moving forward is all you can do.

Hope this inspires someone. It’s all a mental game.

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One of my favorite details in Alice Through the Looking Glass is Thackery’s character design, as I think the differences between past and present-day Thackery speaks volumes on what his character has gone through in the years following Horevendush Day. Younger Thackery has well-kept fur, wears significantly brighter colours, and doesn’t appear to have off-kilter front teeth (aside from a slight crookedness). Meanwhile, present-day Thackery’s fur is matted and untidy, his attire has become bleaker and less remarkable, and his incisors are now split. And here’s (my theory as to) why.  (read more after the cut).

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Barbecue Confession

Upon having seen someone comment on how the ShikaTema tags were dying - here we go! A ShikaTema fic. THIS TAG SHALL NEVER DIE!!!
Ahem… *cough cough*
I apologize for any sloppiness, in relation to the characters, but I’m not particularly familiar with these characters (in regards to writing them, I mean.) So hopefully this was alright and I did OK to match the ShikaTema fans’ standards. Please enjoy a little Shikamaru and Temari! Thanks so much ^.^



“Shikamaru…”

His head turned, facing the voice that had addressed him. The voice had become remarkably familiar to him and so, upon hearing it, he knew exactly who to expect; Temari. Releasing a gentle sigh, he returned his eyes to the gravestone in front of him. 

“I was just paying my respects. Filling Asuma Sensei in on Kurenai and Mirai and everyone else.” The young man smiled gently. The names always brought a smile to his face. It was an endearing trait, one that Temari had fallen in love with.

“It’s alright. Take all the time you need.” The blonde woman stood beside him. She looked over the small slab of rock, reading the name quietly. She knew how much this man had meant to Shikamaru and as such, she was always remarkably patient whenever he reminisced of him. She was always his shoulder to cry on when the pain would resurface. 

“Well, I think that’s enough talking for today.” He said suddenly, putting a hand on the back of his neck. “Did you want to grab something to eat?” His gaze cast upon her, sending a short moment of paralysis rushing through her. Turning her eyes away from him, she replied smoothly, “Sure.”

Shikamaru turned at the reply and exited the cemetery quietly; his thoughts elsewhere. Temari followed. She steadied her pace, matching Shikamaru’s, and took a moment to examine the cemetery as a whole. It was remarkable how many more lives had been lost, but after such a thing as war, it was to be expected. Still, it never washed away the sadness that those deaths brought.

They continued walking for several more minutes in silence before stepping onto the main road. The walk continued through the village. 
Just as they passed a dumpling stand, Shikamaru spoke. “How have you been lately? I haven’t seen you around as much.”

“Hm?” She tore her eyes away from one of the ramen shops. “I’ve been well. Gaara has his hands full and I’ve been helping him as best as I can. But things have been well. Remarkably well.” She scanned his face slowly. “…How about yourself?”

He smiled and looked towards her. “I’ve been alright too. I’ll be teaching Mirai soon, so that’s something to look forward to.” His gaze moved up, towards the sky, and then, slowly, back down to Temari. She smiled and chuckled gently, shaking her head. “You’re such a strange man.”

“Oh hey, that reminds me. Are you staying long in the village?” 

The sudden change in topic surprised her. Lifting a brow in confusion, the blonde woman replied, “Well, I planned to stay for a few days, yes. Why?”

“Well, I know how much you like the hot springs. Maybe we can head over there later tonight.” His eyes had moved to the dirt beneath his feet. If she hadn’t known any better, she would have labeled the expression as bashful. However, she knew Shikamaru and she knew that the man wasn’t the type to grow bashful over a simple hot spring invitation. 

“I certainly wouldn’t mind that.” Despite answering the question, she had her suspicions about his sudden change in behavior. Although she did very little to try and pursue that suspicion. Eventually, Shikamaru would speak and in doing so, he would reveal his true intentions. 

“Let’s stop here.” He said suddenly, stopping in front of a small restaurant. 

“Barbecue, huh?” She inquired, laughing slightly. “Seems like you’ve been spending too much time with Choji.”

“Nah, that’s not it.” He replied, stepping inside with Temari behind him. “The food’s pretty good and the tea’s not bad, so I like to stop in here when I can.” He sat down at one of the booths, releasing a sigh as he did so.

Temari smiled calmly. She settled into the booth and turned towards the window. She watched as several children raced past the restaurant, screaming and yelling as they played with one another. She looked back at Shikamaru - he was smiling as well, watching the children. It was a part of him that the woman found both soothing and peaceful. It was as though the man had finally found his calling in life and had come to terms with it. 

“Shik–!”

“So listen,” his eyes locked onto hers. “I get that you’re staying here for a while, but have you found anywhere to stay yet?”

She furrowed her brows, sitting up where she sat. “No, not yet. I wasn’t planning on getting a room until a little later.”

“Right…” His eyes moved down to the menu, leaving the conversation at that. It was incredibly suspicious and irritating. If the man wanted to say something, she wished he would just say it. Beating around the bush and asking useless questions wasn’t going to get the conversation anywhere. 

Sighing, she demanded, “What is it, Shikamaru?”

He looked at her with surprise. He must have truly believed that he was concealing himself well.

“Well, I–!”

“Hi there. What can I get for you two today?” The waitress spoke over him, her pen resting against her notepad. Both of the ninja sighed, ordered their food, and waited for her to leave.
Silence returned to the table.

Honestly, what is he thinking? She watched him - quietly. Something was off about him, but it wasn’t terribly strange. It was merely…confusing. Irritating? Upsetting! She didn’t know how to feel. And the more she circled through these emotions, the stronger than they became, and the quieter he remained. 

“Temari,” he spoke, breaking her free from the never-ending cycle. “While you’re here, in the village…I’d like to take you on more dates like this.” His eyes lifted to hers and once again, silence fell.

She stared at him, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by his words. Had she heard him right? Had she somehow missed the fact that this, right now, was a date? Or was this his strange way of eluding to something more. 

Her mouth opened, but for a few seconds, no words escaped. She closed her mouth, swallowed, and tried again.
“So this…this is a date?”

“Look, I know it isn’t exactly…the best of confessions, but it was all I could think of.” He crossed his arms, a faint blush gracing his cheeks. The sight was enough to make a large grin spread across her lips. A laugh bubbled free from her chest and exited her body. Shikamaru could only watch as his confession was, supposedly, rejected. Her laugh was humiliating and it made him feel like an idiot for having planned such a thing.

“You don’t have to laugh about it. Just say no if you’re rejecting me.” He muttered. 

“No, no…that’s…that’s not it.” Temari breathed, taking a moment to steady herself. Sitting up and clearing her throat, the young woman smiled. She held back yet another laugh and replied softly, “I’d love to, Shikamaru. Take me on as many dates as you see fit.” 

The black haired man gasped softly. He stared at the woman; wide eyed and mouth agape. While he had hoped for a good response, he was ill prepared for the delivery of it. Smiling nervously, he looked down at the table and murmured, “Geez…you really are something, you know that?”

In response, the blonde woman could only laugh and watch as Shikamaru experienced a whole new level of humiliation.

a little comfort

notes | As always, behind on the episode but I am not deterred! The is the last Tuesday of my 27 fics in 27 days challenge (Saturday is the last day) so I’m not letting missed episodes stop me :) Just a fluffy comfort/friendship fic set in a vague future.

title | a little comfort 


Caitlin can always tell when Barry’s having a bad day by the way he carries himself: the tension across his shoulders, down his forearms and in the curl of his hands is unmistakable, a tight flex when he’s not moving that’s normally absent and a certain abruptness to his movements that doesn’t exist when he’s happy. It’s like he’s off kilter, coiled a little too tight and vaguely uncoordinated for it. The days have become remarkably far between, given how that first year or so of working together and being the Flash went, but they still happen now and again (mostly for almost laughably mundane things: bad cases, bad luck, Captain Singh).

Still, for all the infrequent routine of it, she worries and, like the doctor she is, she can’t help that innate desire to fix it.

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anonymous asked:

zuko for the headcanon ask! (hey buddy I love you)

Headcanon for a certain character:

That he and his Step Father become remarkably close. Iroh will always be whom Zuko turns to first as far as “Father Guidance” and I think he always struggles with his feelings towards Ozai, but his Step Father really helps there, fills a sort of void, and is truly accepted, and rather quickly, as family. 

(This might literally be canon already, though, oops, I dunno)

Little deleted scene moment from “How A Bill Becomes Law” 

Ben remarks that by the time they get to Pawnee it’ll be 3 AM because of the traffic…

April: Great.  I can do the break-in fantasy Andy’s always wanting to do.

WHY DO THEY LEAVE THESE THINGS OUT??  We need a fic about this.  Just sayin. :P

you speak to me.
it’s such a scarce thing.
for me to look across.

the bar. the room. the consul. the pool table.
the field. the map. the dish. the web.

for me.

taking a moment
letting the communication melt on my tongue.
becoming very much acquainted. 
remarkable.
it’s not your mouth that speaks to me.
it’s the silken movement in your hands.
bones.
governed by intention rather than appetite.

I could love you so. 
but i’m a little busy trying.

i find i’m a little busy making my aim straight. 
making my dishes deeper, richer, more filling.
each breath. each step. each day.

remind.

i speak to me. 

Sparklie Awards - Best Villain Winner!

316 of you voted, and the results are in! To remind you all, the nominees were:

- Hugh Keays-Byrne as Immortan Joe in Mad Max: Fury Road

- Elizabeth Debicki as Victoria in The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

- Jessica Chastain as Lucille Sharpe in Crimson Peak

- Eddie Redmayne as Balem Abrasax in Jupiter Ascending

- Adam Driver as Kylo Ren in Star Wars: The Force Awakens

And the winner is…

Adam Driver

Adam Driver was simply spectacular in The Force Awakens. For the vast majority of his scenes, his face his hidden - he acts purely with his body and his mechanised voice. And the level of emotion and character that Driver can convey through such limited means is nothing short of incredible. When the mask eventually comes off, the performance only becomes more remarkable - I recommend watching The Force Awakens on the largest possible screen, since that’s the only way to truly appreciate the nuance that Driver manages to get across. His face is characterised by innumerable micro expressions, hinting at restless, broiling emotions and memories that are perpetually bubbling beneath the surface of his consciousness. Kylo Ren is perhaps the most complex and layered villain I can remember seeing for many years, and Driver really hit it out of the park, selling him as a character on as significant a journey as the heroes. 

(Eddie Redmayne was very close to getting this one, and missed out by around a dozen votes. He’s the honorary runner up.)

On the Edge of Desire - (Olicity - M) - Chapter 2

Artwork by the lovely fe-li-ci-ty

Summary: They’re broken up and the wedding is off – permanently – as far as Oliver and Felicity are concerned. When Cupid makes a sudden reappearance, the lines begin to blur and suddenly they find themselves on the edge of right and wrong.
Rating: M

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MIRRORING

Colored sky,
by their colors and brightness
always attracts our attention.

At dawn or at dusk
the sun low on the horizon,
becomes a remarkable artist.

Vivid and bright colors
constantly changing,
are displayed for a few minutes.

Certain shades
appearing only
for a few seconds.

A short spectacle,
but long reassuring effect
when viewed in its entirety.

Next Shows: within a few hours.
Location: anywhere in the world.
Hours: dawn and dusk.
Public: for all ages.
Price: Free.

You are invited!

~zd