but i think i got my favorite parts all in

Arya Stark Appreciation Week - Day Two (Favorite Familial Relationship)

“I think [Arya] must be dead too.“ When she said that, it felt as though a giant hand were squeezing her chest. (ACOK)

And her lady mother, what would she say? Would she still want her back, after all the things she’d done? Arya chewed her lip and wondered. (ASOS)

arya and catelyn’s dynamic has been my favorite among the starks since the very beginning. i remember when i read a storm of swords i almost threw my book across the room as i got to the part where arya pulls cat’s body out of the river. and the first asoiaf graphic i ever made was a really ugly arya/cat picspam. its not exactly a warm fuzzy relationship. its complicated. arya worries her mother would not want her back because she didnt feel she could be a lady and cat does despair of arya at times (while still loving her as much as the rest of her children)  they dont even interact on page. but its my fave all the same. i think one of the reasons i love it so much is because they’re actually so similar and neither of them realizes it. on the surface they’re very different: cat has always comfortably embraced her role as a lady while arya has struggled to conform to it. but deep down? they’re both practical, intelligent, outspoken, no nonsense women with pragmatic minds. they are assertive and capable leaders. they act instinctively and boldly.they’re fiercely protective of those they love and vindictive against those who wrong them. it might be silly but i love how they both stan for the direwolves too. arya’s bond with her wolf (and her wolves) runs deep and catelyn has a great respect for their power. she “loves” summer for ripping out a man’s throat to save bran’s life. which feels a lot like something arya would think as well. 

“She is a fierce little thing, my lord. I have never seen such anger in a girl.” (AGOT)

“Give me Cersei Lannister, Lord Karstark, and you would see how gentle a woman can be,” Catelyn replied. (AGOT)

the most important (and underrated) similarity between them is the devotion they show to their family. they are two of the most family orientated characters in this series. cat’s words are family, duty, honor and arya’s personal motto is the pack survives. this is what motivates them: the desire to get their family back. and they will do just about anything to accomplish that goal. they value this above all else, including vengeance. but when their families are completely gone they will come for those responsible. 

I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once. (ACOK)

It was a hollow place, an emptiness where her heart had been, where her brothers had lived, and her parents. (ASOS)

on a narrative level they are so deeply intertwined that i cannot believe its a coincidence. they share a strong water motif. arya spends a majority of her time in the riverlands which is not only catelyn homeland but its her current location too. arya fights so hard to reach riverrun, and her mother and robb. without knowing the other is fighting just as hard to find them. but the red wedding is where it all comes crashing down. inside the castle, cat has to watch as her last son is betrayed and murdered before she is killed by the freys. outside, arya finds herself in the middle of the slaughter too. she runs for the castle, to save her mother, but sandor clegane knocks her unconscience. this tragedy ends with arya and catelyn stark blacking out and when they awaken they are changed. 

I’m not his daughter, Arya might have shouted, if she hadn’t felt so tired. She was no one’s daughter now. She was no one.

“She don’t speak,” said the big man in the yellow cloak. “You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers.” (ASOS)

arya is stricken with grief. her last hope to return home and be reunited with her family was destroyed. arya feels as if she is no one. her identity was built upon her pack and without them she is more lost then ever. catelyn stark never truly wakes up. arya and her wolf pulled the three day old corpse out of the river and beric dondarrion gave it the kiss of life, in a possible attempt to fulfill his oath to arya. lady stoneheart’s existence is a direct result of arya’s will. 

The white thing lay facedown in the mud, her dead flesh wrinkled and pale, cold blood trickling from her throat. Rise, she thought. Rise and eat and run with us. (ASOS)

“The Freys slashed her throat from ear to ear. When we found her by the river she was three days dead. Harwin begged me to give her the kiss of life, but it had been too long. I would not do it, so Lord Beric put his lips to hers instead, and the flame of life passed from him to her. And … she rose. May the Lord of Light protect us. She rose.” (AFFC)

but she is not the woman she once was. she is a creature driven by nothing but revenge. she has no objectivity or remorse or sympathy. all she wants is to see hanged men. arya is also driven by revenge. its all she has left. this and the fact she has nowhere else to go brings her across the narrow sea to the house of black and white. there she begins to train in assassination and espionage. one of her responsibilities is caring for the dead. its a hard, bloody thing she’s doing. but she has nowhere else to turn. she’s lost and afraid and grieving. she takes on catelyn’s name as one of her aliases and mercy is also a nod to stoneheart who is known as mother merciless. arya is capable of violence and ruthlessness just like her mother’s revenant but she still has a heart. it is not gone or made of stone or even as hard as she likes to think. its still hurting and loving. 

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes. (AFFC)

lady catelyn stark is dead but arya is still alive. arya does not need to go down this road that lies before her with the faceless men. or even one outside of them where she pursues those on her list. she still has a life and a future and those who will love her. all she needs is to find that path again. and i think lady stoneheart will help her realize that. i very much believe they will cross paths. when they do it will be both a climax and a closure. arya will finally understand how much her mother loved her. many of her self doubts and fears about where she belongs will be conquered. she will finally be able to save her mother too. thats what she wanted more than her own life. the arya who walks away from this will be stronger and more confident. and lady stoneheart will finally be given her own mercy. she is a soul in torment but her daughter will be the one to give her peace. i can think of no better ending to this storyline. its a culmination of the themes in their both arcs coming together in one heartbreaking and cathartic event. 

Drawn From The Heart: Your Most Memorable Valentine's Day Cards

No snark or anti-commercialism rantings here, just a dose of simple sweetness. We asked readers to share their most memorable Valentine’s Day cards; here are a few of our favorites, edited for length and clarity. And we asked NPR illustrator Chelsea Beck to re-create two valentines that live on only in their recipients’ memories.

Renae Quinn, Rancho Cucamonga, Calif.

My favorite valentine ever was from my late husband on the Valentine’s Day before we married. He gave me a box and lined up in the box were a drawing of an eye, a paper heart on a spring that popped up when I opened the box, a pink foam letter U, a chocolate-covered strawberry, and a baggie full of dirt from the garden in front of our apartment.

I was mystified. I mean I got the “I love you so very” part clearly enough, but the dirt? I said, “You love me so very dirty?” I didn’t care for that! He kept saying, “No, think about it.”

But all I could come up with was, “I love you so very dirt.”

He finally told me, “MULCH! It’s mulch!”

So it said, “I love you so very much.” Duh.

It’s still my favorite ever.

Christine Hull, Springvale, Maine

Three years ago, when my son was 7, he made a collection of small valentines that he distributed throughout our house. Each valentine was unique, and each involved a heart shape.

One was a simple red heart taped to the inside of a spoon. I found it while I was making my morning coffee and, of course, it brightened my day. Another was a pink bunny, who was especially cute because he was lopsided. Yet another was a series of yellow hearts arranged like petals of a sunflower. It was carefully taped to appear as if it were growing out from under my desk.

I was impressed by his creativity, but more so by the fact that he woke up early to hide each valentine for my husband and me to discover as we went through our day. He didn’t simply give us one valentine, he gave us a day full of discovering valentines.

Francha Menhard, Tel Aviv, Israel

I was teaching second-graders how to speak English. I was teaching them similes to describe things. “You are as quiet as a mouse,” “You are tall as the ceiling,” etc.

When Valentine’s Day came, wild and crazy J.R. gave me a heart cut out of plain white paper. On the heart, he wrote: “You are as beautiful as Wonder Woman. You are as fun as clowns. You are as smart as God. Love JR.”

I kept that valentine on my fridge until the sun bleached it out completely, some 14 years later. Thereafter, my sweet husband would remind me at bedtime that I was as beautiful as Wonder Woman. As fun as clowns. As smart as God. Just in case I forgot.

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Illustrations by Chelsea Beck/NPR

My Favorite Parts of the Nerdist Podcast

Idk, but I think out of all the interviews the nerdist podcast (w/Tom) is one of my favorites because:

  • Tom started the interview talking about Tessa
  • The way his voice gets high when he goes yEaH!
  • Tom vocalizing his criminal tendencies if he ever got Spidey powers
  • ‘I’d definitely rob a bank. First thing I’d do is go straight to the bank and rob it’
  • Talking about LSB
  • ‘I hope no one expected the fish nets’
  • ‘That’s a ‘stupid choice why would you do singing in the rain’ - Tom mimicking the audience
  • Tom still in shock over being in Spider-Man and how it hasn’t even hit him yet
  • He said bubbles like five times in a row and I love it
  • ‘Oh fuck! The movie is coming out!’
  • ‘What the fuck’ but the way he says fuck raises like three pitches
  • ‘I am not well trained’ 
  • ‘What does our accent sound like to your ears’ - The American interviewer 
  • ‘Work, my job’ Then his little laugh ahhh
  • ‘Yeeeaaaahhhhh’ - when the interviewer mentions he’s turning twenty-one
  • The guy asks him about his dad and what it’s like being a son of a comedian
  • ‘There was too many jokes about me and I’m like- but I was like - You dick! That’s - what are you- *scoffs* ~Talking about the first time he saw his dad’s gig
  • ‘I am fucking hilarious’
  • ‘You look like a tit
  • ‘I try to freestyle all the time in the car. I’m so bad, I’m like road sign! Yeah! I’m driving! I’m rapping!’
  • Tom talking about how he wants to be in some really good comedies
  • ‘We train actors motherfucker’
  • Deepening his voice ‘oh I’m so fucking handsome
  • Just Tom and his self love
  • Talking about how it’s easy for Instagram to allow us to project fake versions of ourselves ‘I like to try to keep my Instagram lively and let people know that I’m a bit of an idiot and a goofball’
  • ‘But sometimes I am guilty of being like dAYUM I look good today’
  • ‘I am on Snapchat, but I can’t stand Snapchat. It’s the most annoying thing ever…’
  • mimicking a generic snap ‘Oh I’m eating cereal’ ‘Oh I don’t give a shit’ -Tom

Tom Holland’s Snapchat is PRIVATE so let’s stop asking

  • ‘I love driving. I loooooovvvveeee driving. I absolutely love driving.’
  • ‘You cocky little shit’ Tom goes imitating his dad during a golf match 
  • *Story time about his golf society*
  • ‘My dad is the youngest person in the thing and then me so there’s quite a gap between all the people I play golf with’
  • ‘I’m playing with this guy, Ronnie…’ starts talking with an old man voice ‘so Tom, what sort of movies have you been making recently?’
  • ‘Oh actually I’ve just done this film called Civil War’ - Tom
  • “Oh I loved! The civil war era’ -Tom imitating Ronnie w/ old man voice again

Goes to Montreal for Chaos Walking PREP then off to do more Spider-Man press THEN he’ll go BACK to Montreal to shoot Chaos Walking

  • Some Uncharted details 👀
  • ‘My big thing about actors is you can’t take yourself seriously, you have such- It’s not a serious job! A heart surgeon, a brain surgeon, a politician… well maybe not a politician anymore’
  • ‘If I pretended to be serious, that would be so stupid. I dress up in red and blue tights everyday and pretend to be a superhero. That’s the most stupid thing I ever heard, so if I took myself seriously you’d just kinda lose perspective of what it is you’re doing and stuff… I just lie for a living!’
  • ‘There isn’t enough credit that goes to people like surgeons, and engineers, and architects and people with a real skill… yeah I’ll just stick to my fishnets
  • Recommends Primal Fear
  • ‘Edward Norton in that movie is incredible, even if for the last two days I’ve been confused and telling everyone it’s Ed Sheeran… Like what! Can’t! he! Do!’
  • They just fancasted (using the term loosely) Ed Sheeran as red hulk, ‘Ginger hulk!’
  • Talking about Shutter island and defending it cos ‘It’s a dope movie’
  • Tom is trying (again loosely) to write his own film, ‘Trademarked Tom Holland don’t try to fucking steal my idea!’ AHAHAHA ‘I’m planning to make it in the next twenty years so back off
  • Tom talking about the writing process, but he also really wants to direct in the future
  • Talking about how print interviews don’t understand sarcasm
  • ‘I have stood in a thong, in front of laser beams so many fucking times
  • Tom geeking out over their Spider-Man parody on That’s What I Like by Bruno Mars

And that’s what you missed on Glee

reasons you should watch anne with an e
  • because even if it still doesn’t compare to the megan follows version, it’s still more anne shirley in your life and no one should argue with that
  • (by extension it’s also more gilbert blythe in your life and definitely no one should argue with that)
  • it portrays a fairly accurate visual of what a young person dealing with a traumatic past can look like
  • (this is why people keep calling it “dark and gritty”)
  • (like yes it’s dark to see an adult beating her)
  • (but also that’s kind of the point? her childhood was awful and then she got this haven of green gables?)
  • and then even though she has these moments of remembering how awful her past life was she’s still bright and cheery and full of hope and loves life and is all the anne things that we know and love and the realness of her past doesn’t detract from that it only enhances it
  • jerry is a sweet plumcake
  • everyone does such a good job with the acting thing like matthew doesn’t speak much but he can convey a book in one glance
  • speaking of matthew, he’s so sweet and gentle and shy it’s glorious. he’s younger than I was expecting but it works and also we have a glimpse into a romantic past (that never really got anywhere because of aforementioned shyness but it’s cute)
  • and speaking of romantic pasts we get marilla’s bit with gilbert’s dad and let me tell you she made a mistake turning him down because haaaaaaayyyyy
  • but the family dynamic relationships that are so essential to the story are there in all their glories
  • okay okay but I think my favorite part of this series that other adaptations haven’t really covered is diana’s friendship with the other girls
  • in the other adaptations it always seems to be like diana was also just waiting for a friend but this one had her already be friends with ruby and josie and so on
  • so when anne comes in diana loves her, yes, but we also see the tension she has to go through because her friends don’t and try to force her to choose
  • and it is FABULOUS
  • so there’s this whole schoolgirl group dynamic that really comes out
  • there’s also a schoolboy group dynamic which is important namely for gilbert’s sake
  • let’s talk about gilbert blythe and how great he is
  • he’s already a great character and this adaptation decides to follow him on solo adventures also so we get more insight into how caring and loving and loyal and compassionate and smart and perfect he is
  • gilbert blythe is perfect and no adaptation has failed me in it yet the end
  • (and even though I have minor qualms about where season two may go because they kinda changed up the book plot for some reason in the last two episodes I have no doubt they will bring it back around to the core story admirably but it’d just better be really quickly and not like a whole season tangent)
  • basically watch the series and then binge with the ‘85 version and just be happy to have as much anne of green gables in your life as life will give you

Genuinely my favorite moment in khr (and I completely forget the context for it) was when the they needed to distract Kyoko and Haru for a few hours, and of all people Belphagor and Mammon step forward like “naw we got this” and Mammon disguises the both of them as teenage girls and Bel calls himself Himeko and they take them shopping and Bel insists on looking at striped shirts (like honestly the funniest part of this is that he barely changes his personality)

Tales from OUAT Con Vancouver

Jennifer Morrison (Emma Swan) talked about how awesome it was to be paired with an actor you really like and can be friends with (Colin O'Donoghue who plays Killian Jones).

“He knows me better than I know myself. Like one time on set my hand kept itching, and Colin totally figured out why. ‘Did you eat the carrots?’ I said yeah, and he said the carrots were next to the peppers and I probably brushed up against them. He remembered that I was allergic to peppers.”

Raphael Sbarge (Archie Hopper) talked about reconnecting with an old psychiatrist friend over Facebook just before his audition.

"I asked her if she had any glasses I could use for the audition, and she said, 'It’s funny, I just found these ones in a drawer, and I bought them 20 years ago when we first met.’ Those are the glasses I wear as Archie. Usually they don’t let actors bring their own props on set because it would be disastrous if they broke, but the props folks are very careful with the glasses and snatch them back between takes. At the end of this season, they very carefully put them in the case and reverently handed them back to me.”

Keegan Connor Tracey (Blue Fairy) talked about her first day on set.

"I was in the green screen room, and there was no people, just a water bottle for Prince Charming. I was hoisted into the air about 40 feet up for hours and hours. And since I was a new mom, eventually things started getting… uncomfortable, and I had be like, 'Um, excuse me, do you think someone could get me a breast pump?’ Otherwise I would have started leaking through my corset.”

Karen David talked about her audition for Princess Jasmin.

“The part originally stated it was for Shahrazad, who was described as a tough tomboy sort of person. So I thought I would wear the same outfit I wore for my Galavant audition, which was a baggy jean jumper and riding boots with some dried mud still stuck on them. And I get there, and all these other women are wearing beautiful elaborate dresses, and I’m like, 'Did I miss the memo?’ Because they had all figured out it was for Princess Jasmin, of course, but I got the part anyway.”

Gil McKinney (Prince Eric) was such an awesome singer! He talked about his first time on set, and how his first scene was to walk down the stairs in the green screen grand ballroom.

“All I could think about was, ‘Don’t fall. Don’t fall.’”

And of course, who could forget Papa Hook, aka Adam Croasdell?

Here’s a bunch more Jennifer and Colin pictures, because they’re my favorites.

Help Me Get The Girl Part 6 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,897

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hello there!  I’m like 10x less sick so I finally got this written!  The two songs mentioned in this part are Tenerife Sea and One by Ed Sheeran.  TWO OF MY FAVORITE SONGS EVER!  I really hope you like this part because it’s a very special one that I have been thinking about for a long time. (not my gif)

Your POV:

My feet felt like they were filled with sand, weighed down to the ground so that I couldn’t move them.  My eyes traveled back and forth from Ethan to Grayson.  Their faces mirror each other, both holding an expression of disbelief. This had seemingly been an unexpected even for all three of us.

My hands reached up to brush lightly against my lips, still unsure if the kiss had actually happened.  Ethan took a small step toward us but quickly changed his mind, an uneasy sigh escaping his lips. This silence was unsettling, it was breathless, it was suffocating.  I wanted to break the ice.  I wanted to end whatever was happening right now.  But I didn’t know what to say, so I spoke the truth.  The brutal, honest truth that I didn’t want to utter.

“This is why I asked you not to touch me.” I forced out.  I blinked back tears as I pushed my way past Ethan without looking back.  My bottom lip was tucked in between my teeth, the pressure almost strong enough to draw blood.  I knew that if I left right now, it would be obvious that something had happened.  I knew that if I stayed it would be awkward for the three of us.  

I chose to stay and try to ignore that the situation even happened.  As I joined the rest of the group, I took my place next to Grace, noticing that my drink was right where Ethan promised it’d be. I reached down for it, my throat had started to feel extremely dry.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Grace was giving me a questioning look, but I ignored it, downing every last bit of the Dr. Pepper that had been poured for me.  For some reason, maybe due to tonight’s events flustering me, I thought it would be alcohol, but it wasn’t—it was a school night.  God, did I wish it was alcohol.

“Dude, are you good?” Grace’s voice brought me back to reality. “I’ve never seen anyone down a soda that fast.” She let out a small, yet uneasy chuckle.

Awkwardly, I set down my cup, plastering a fake smile on my face.  “Yeah, I’m just really thirsty.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Why are your eyes all red?  Were you crying?” her expression changed from humored to concerned in a snap.  “What’s wrong?”

“Oh!” I said much louder than I intended, “I rubbed my eyes and a speck of mascara flaked off my eyelashes and into my eyes.  I kept trying to get it out and by time I finally did my eyes were like waterfalls.  They’re so easily irritated.” I rambled off at a nearly unattainable speed.

Her mouth formed an ‘oh’ and she nodded her head.  “Girl I’ve had that happen.  It’s the worst!” and with that everything turned back to normal.  “Where are Gray and E?  I have something to ask of you guys.”

“We’re right here!” Ethan’s voice caught our attention.  Grayson was trailing behind him, avoiding all eye contact with me.  Ethan took a seat next to me, his hand resting on my thigh, giving me a reassuring squeeze.  I placed my hand on top of his, absentmindedly lacing our fingers together.  Grayson who had taken a seat next to Grace stared at our connected hands, his eyebrows pulled together, his jaw clenched as tight as it could be.

“So what did you need, Grace?” I asked, my eyes focusing back on my friend.

“Okay, so, as you all know, my father has his company’s annual charity ball coming up.” She eyed us with hope.  “And at this ball there is always a dance performed like you know back in the day, all those classical Victorian era moves and shit.”

“Yeah…” I trailed off, “And we all said no to attending already.” I reminded her, knowing exactly where this was going.

She held up her hand to stop me, “Just hear me out.  The performance company set to perform has dropped out due to an overscheduling issue.  We contacted a local dance studio who offered to fill in, but there are still a few spots that need to be filled.  My sister and her boyfriend offered to join which means we only need two more couples.”

“No.  No!” I stood up.  “No way in hell am I dancing in front of hundreds of people at the community’s biggest charity ball.  Our community’s ONLY charity ball!”

Ethan raised his hand, “I’m going to have to second this.  I’ve got two left feet.  You and Gray can do it.  He’s pretty good at picking up new things.”

Grayson shrugged, “I’m down for whatever.”

“There you go!” I gestured to Grayson without looking at him.  “You only have one more couple to find!  One step closer.”

Grace’s hand went to her forehead, massaging right above her eyes, “Y/n, please. It’s just one night.  We learn the dance tomorrow; the ball is this weekend! Please, as a friend, do this for me.” She gave me puppy eyes.  Of course she would pull the ‘as a friend’ card.  

“I don’t have a ball gown, Grace!  Ethan can’t dance for shit!  And tomorrow I have a family gathering in the evening, I can’t make the practice!  You’re going to have to find someone else.” Each word I spoke was the truth.  I’ve seen the way Ethan moves, he can’t keep with the beat very well.  He would need someone truly experienced to make it successful.

“We can get you a gown on Thursday or Friday.  I’ll dance with Ethan; I’ve done this plenty of times and you can dance with Grayson.  Grayson can come to practice and then teach you some other time!” For the first time since he’d been outside with us, I looked at Grayson who was equally as shocked as me.  “Right, Gray?” she batted her eyelashes.

In my mind I kept begging her to stop.  Stop batting your damn eyelashes.

“Y- yeah.” He stuttered.

“Then it’s settled!” she clapped her hands together and squealed.

My wide eyes settled on Ethan who shrugged, giving in all too easily.  I closed my eyes in frustration, accepting my fate.  As if things couldn’t get worse, I now have to attend a ball with Grayson Bailey Dolan as my dance partner.


“How about this one?” Grace held up a long, light pink dress.  It looked like something a 5-year-old would wear while playing dress up.  Grace and I had complete opposite taste in clothing.  She was all about purples, pinks, light yellows, etc. which is fine, but I was more of a darker colors person, not too many frilly things on it. I knew that by the end of the day we would have to find a happy medium.  Something that was a darker color, but still had a bit of lace or sparkle on it to make her happy.

“I’m not a child, Grace.  No thanks.” I snipped, turning back to the rack.

“You’re hard to please.” She complained, dramatically hanging it back up.

I rolled my eyes, “You think I’m hard to please because you’re pulling out dresses that you would wear, not me.”

“Fine!” she grunted, “If we’re fitting your style you can get this one!” she held up a dress that looked like it had been designed back in the late 50’s. It was a plum purple and looked like an outfit that an evil step mother would wear.  I waved it off, a small smile dancing on my lips as she laughed, shoving it back in with the rest of the dresses.

We continued to rummage through the dresses, finding nothing that I liked and I was starting to think that I should just settle, it was only going to be one night. The selection wasn’t huge because we were in the clearance section.  I couldn’t afford anything too expensive so we were in the dresses under $500 whereas Grace’s was probably over $10,000 I’m sure.

I ran my finders down the line of dresses, my eyes seeing Grace drift over to the more expensive dresses.  My pace started to pick up to stop her from falling in love with a dress that was out of my limits, but I was too late.  I heard her gasp as she approached a mannequin.

“It’s perfect for you.” She said in awe, her hands pulling the fabric out for examination.

I stopped next to her, realizing that she was right.  There was no way that I couldn’t fall in love with this dress. It was a darker shade of gray that almost looked black.  It had a weaved bodice which is what I’m sure attracted Grace to it.  The skirt area consisted of numerous layers of soft tulle material that ranged from a nearly black shade to a lighter gray.  

My hands grasped the price tag and immediately let go once I saw the price. “Grace, $9,000!  No way!  I can’t afford this!”

“Just try it on!” she begged.  “We NEED to know what it looks like on.”

I sighed, “Fine.”

“Ma’am!” Grace called the employee over, “My friend would like to try this on!”

           A couple minutes later, I was stood in front of a mirror, my heart racing faster than it ever had.  Not only because I was wearing something worth more than my car, but because I had never felt that beautiful before.

           “Oh, Y/n, you look beautiful!  I told you this was the dress!” she fluffed the skirt up.

           “It’s gorgeous.” I mumbled.  “I can’t afford it though.” I turned to get a view of what it looked like to the side.  My hand moved down the fabric on my abdomen.

           “You don’t have to pay for it.  While you were changing I asked my dad if we could get it for you.  Of course he said yes, he loves you!  After all you’ve done for me—this is nothing.” She paused for a beat, “I can’t ever repay you for all you’ve done for me.  So, please let us do this for you.”

           “I can’t let you.  It’s only one night.  It’s not worth spending $9,000 for one night.” But she didn’t listen to me.  Before I could stop her, she had pulled a credit card out of her purse, ripped the price tag off of the dress, and left the dressing room area.


It was Friday night, the last day before the ball.  I had to go to learn the dance with Grayson and I was dreading it. We hadn’t spoken since the kiss and we were both avoiding each other as much as possible.  I rang the doorbell which wasn’t like me, I was always one to just let myself into their place.  Grayson opened the door, moving to let me in.

My steps into the house were slow and hesitant.   I was slow enough that he shut the door and walked past me.  I followed behind, leaving a good amount of distance between the two of us.  He reached and grabbed a Bluetooth speaker off of the counter and went to the back door. Again, he opened the door for me and let me out first like the gentleman he was.  He shut the door and walked down the patio steps onto the grass.  He went to the center of the yard, placing the speaker down, gesturing for me to join him.

“Take your shoes off.” He instructed as he did so.

I slid my feet out of my sandals, my eyes still locked onto his.  I kicked them to the side to give us plenty of room. “Why did I need to take my sandals off?” I asked.

“It will be easier for our feet to move against the grass.” He explained, pulling his cell phone out from his pocket.  “So, luckily, Grace got her father to agree to a modern song rather than one sounding like it was set in the Victorian era.  We’re going to be dancing to Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran.”

“That’s my favorite song.” I said under my breath.

“Yeah, I know.” He flashed a small smile that disappeared all too soon.  “So first we’re going to go through the steps in bits, then we’re going to put them all together, then we’ll dance to the music. Sound good?”

“Do I really have a choice?” I chuckled.

“Nah.” He grinned back at me.  “Okay, stay there, I’m going to take a few steps back from you.” He strolled backwards till there were about 5 feet between us.  “First we are going to turn to the side, facing opposite directions and take 4 steps forward.  I’ll give us a tempo.” He started to snap his fingers.  “You’re going to step-pause.” I mimicked him for the 4 steps.  And from there it just got more complicated.

Grayson was a pretty good teacher and never went on without making sure that I had gotten the steps down.  We worked through the dance a few times, my mess ups lessening each time.  It was nice that he was encouraging the whole time, especially the parts where we were so close you could barely fit a credit card in-between the two of us.

“Are you ready to put it to music?” he asked, picking his phone up off the ground. I nodded my head, taking a deep breath. “Don’t worry, you’ll do great and don’t forget that we start right when the music begins.”  Again I nodded and got into my position.

He nodded to me before pressing play.  Instantly I froze and didn’t move.  He noticed right away and stopped the music.  “You can do it.  Don’t over think it, okay?” he encouraged me gently before we reset ourselves.  The music started again and I found myself moving to the beat of the intro successfully.  Grayson sent me a small smile before we switched directions to take four steps back to our original spots.

You look so wonderful in your dress
I love your hair like that
The way it falls on the side of your neck
Down your shoulders and back 

I followed the movements he had instructed me to do, our eyes remaining on each other’s.  We slowly moved closer to each other and with each step my breathing got deeper.

We are surrounded by all of these lies
And people who talk too much
You got the kind of look in your eyes
As if no one knows anything but us

Our hands raised, leaving about an inch between them as we started to turn in a circle.  We repeated this movement in the opposite direction before he took my hand into his, his other hand resting against my lower back, pulling me closer to him.

Should this be the last thing I see
I want you to know it’s enough for me
‘Cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need

           We started to move in sync, him taking the lead, knowing that I was still nervous as hell.  I found myself squeezing his hand a little tighter.  His thumb was making small movements against my back to comfort me. Let me tell you… it was working.

I’m so in love, so in love
So in love, so in love

           Our pace started to pick up with the chorus.  We started to waltz as we moved in circles on the open space.  I could feel how easily we glided over the grass without our shoes on. As we continued to move Grayson’s grip on my hand loosened as he said “turn now” and I followed his instruction.  Our fingers danced together as my body twirled around to resume its position against his.

           We continued to dance, our eyes never leaving each other’s.  Each lyric made me realize just how much I loved being this close to him.  The words spoke to me in a way that they had never done before.  Because if this was the last moment I had in my life, it would completely be enough for me.

           As the song came to an end our bodies slowed to a pause and his hand lifted to my neck, his thumb brushing against my jawline.  His touch sent a fire through my skin, a pleasurable warmth that was so addictive.  He leaned forward and pressed his lips against my forehead, letting them linger longer than I had expected.  He pulled me closer to him again as his phone shuffled the songs on the album and started to play another Ed Sheeran song called One.

           And we swayed to the music, my hand in his again and my head resting against his chest.  A single tear rolled down my cheek, the patio lights the only thing lighting up my face in the now dark night.  So I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment that I would never get again.  The moment that made me feel like I was actually enough for someone.

All my senses come to life
While I’m stumbling home as drunk as I
Have ever been and I’ll never leave again
'Cause you are the only one
And all my friends have gone to find
Another place to let their hearts collide
Just promise me, you’ll always be a friend
'Cause you are the only one


This took a while I know and I’m super sorry.  I’m interested who you want the reader to be with after this part :)

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therealwonkothesane  asked:

After all these many many hours, days, weeks, months of storyboarding, drawing, correcting, etc., are you still able to enjoy the show, don't you ever get tired? What are the things that pick you up every morning?

I really enjoy this show, but I think I enjoy it in a different way than our audience does. What I enjoy the most, after all those days and weeks and months of working on these stories, is watching how people react to it. Thats my favorite part.

What gets me up in the morning? Well, besides the incessant meowing of my cat, what gets me up I suppose is the fact that I just enjoy my job. There was a crew screening of the Battle for Mewni last week, and we got to see it all together with final music, color, voices… and that was really sweet, because up until then many of us had only seen parts of it with temp dialog and music, and worked on episodes before seeing what came first, sequentially… But to see it all together was really satisfying, and it reminded me that I get to work on a pretty special show. 

Soul mate - An Emmett Cullen imagine

A/N: Wow! This took a while to complete, but I really wanted this one to be something special!I really hope you guys like this Emmett x Reader, I took 3 different requests and fit them all in together. Tell me how you like it! Requests: (#1)Could you please write an imagine on what it would be like to be mated to Emmett if the reader was really shy and/or socially awkward? How would Emmett act about it? (#2) For the Emmett Cullen request, maybe something were the reader is very tiny and shy so he constantly flirts with her to get a reaction out of her? (#3)Maybe an Emmett imagine where you’re new and mike won’t leave you alone and mike starts being really creepy and Emmett comes to your rescue         ________________________________________________

      When you’re a new student at a school you should expect to get attention. This is especially true in high school, when you think about it most of these people have known each other since they were in elementary school, so when someone new comes into the mix it is exciting. It had been a busy two weeks since I started my junior year at Forks public high school, the attention I received the first few days had worn off and I was no longer news. Except to Mike Newton.

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The Christmas Invasion - Behind the Scenes [Part 14]

Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s articles in Doctor Who Magazine #365

Sean [Sycorax leader] is now ready for his big confrontation with the Doctor. “Under all this latex,” he reminds David, “I’m an extremely sexy, gorgeous, attractive, blue-eyed blonde.”

Yeah, right, that’s what all the Sycorax say.

“It seems like ages since I’ve said any lines,” David laughs.  “It’s been like a week! And some people say actors have an easy life…”

And how does he like spending virtually the whole episode in pyjamas?

“It’s fantastic on a day like this,” he laughs. “The caves were quite cold, but I had my dressing gown, which is very warm.  I mean, if it had been bucketing with rain today, I would have been fantastically miserable, obviously, cos these are fairly sheer pyjamas, but it’s worked out all right. It’s boiling. Next to poor old Sean, who’s wrapped under a latex duvet from dawn till dusk, with horrible contact lenses irritating the heck out of him, I’ve got away quite lightly, I think.”

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Khuren, the brown horse, and his assigned rider, Phua, a warlord.

anonymous asked:

It's so funny how all these white wlw out here yell about how adena is bad rep and I'm just like to who? This is the most amazing rep I've EVER seen on tv as a white lesbian. I've never shipped anything as hard as them ever. I even got my straight best friend to watch the show and Adena is her favorite part of the show and she said the Kadena storyline made her cry bc it's so beautiful. So it doesn't seem like it gives the gays a bad rep to the straights. So exactly who is it bad rep for??!

Couldnt agree with you more. This is the best wlw rep ive seen on TV. And ive kept up with all of them. This show really cares for their characters and storylines. What we’ve seen with Kadena so far has been 10/10. People really try to pull things out of thin air to try and make this ship seem like its bad rep. Right now, you can tell that the Kadena/The Bold Type fanbase is smaller than it should be and the reality is that it is a wlw ship with 2 woc. Its that simple. Not saying that everyone who doesnt like Kadena is racist but them being woc does play a big factor.

The Bold Type does NOTHING but exceed expectations. Its a shame people shut down the show and Kadena for whatever bullshit reasons they have.

Also thats amazing that your friend loves the show and Kadena. The fact that she cried is so cute and tbh SAME. My dad also cried when he watched 1x04 so we’re not alone 😂. Kadena is the best represented wlw ship on TV rn, like its just fact, not even opinion at this point lmao.

Infinity. ∞

my oil pastel sweetheart. I am sorry. I am sorry because I start every poem for you with we don’t talk anymore. I think about you more than the amount of conversations that we have actually shared. I’m sorry that I’m a lousy friend. trying to find myself within our silence is a dark rabbit hole– are you still lost? do you still cry because the pain just won’t go away? the last time I cried was when writing didn’t make sense to me. I think that and my thoughts go blank. flashback– a year ago, I was different. you called. I picked up. to this day, it’s still my favorite phone call. friends usually exchange words, but us? nothing. not even breathing. dried tears. empty. gone. not there. we tell our depression to meet and greet. I keep that memory in a special part of my brain– like Pandora’s box, I keep hope all for myself. a year later, I got rid of my old love letters. I’m sentimental, deeply attached to nevermore. a year later, I’m still high, but I’d like to think that I manage it better. they said that I lost myself. because I gained weight, no goals, maybe even end up like my father. you see a lot can happen in a year. the person that you talked to– five years of consistent love turned into a pile of ashes, it’s true, people come and go– no one needs to stay. everything happens for a reason. I write poetry because I fell in love. you do your hair a certain way because they told you it would look ugly on you. fuck them. I don’t have enough energy to please anyone except for myself. you hurt someone because they hurt you first, it doesn’t justify your mistakes. if you’re wrong, you’re wrong. simple. you go to the gym because that “man, you really lost yourself” still rings in my ear when you try to convince yourself that no matter if you’re in shape or not… you are more than enough. my big bro said that when someone loves you– really and truly loves you… it’s past the material things. we were in love for all of the wrong reasons, but it made me who I am today. a year later, we no longer talk and it makes me sad. a year later, I still remember our friendship. you once said that beyond my depression is where I am supposed to be. you were right.

littlepuddintater-deactivated20  asked:

First off I want to say I love this blog, also I'm now a big fan of Latio thanks to you and your wonderful writing. I just love how you portray him. I would like to request some random headcanons of him. Like example his secret hobbies or an odd habit he has.

Awww, thank chu. My favorite part about this blog is that I care share my views on certain characters I adore.

- Laito has this odd habit of cracking his knuckles when he is bored. Sometimes when he does it in school people think he is trying to do it in an intimidating way like he is about ready to fight someone but in reality he’s just chilling.

- In school one time the sex ed teacher was sick and he volunteered to teach sex ed to the younger high schoolers. He even got to sit on the teachers desk and eat with all of the other teachers.

- Laito is probably the most savage Sakamaki, one time Reiji insulted Laito, saying that he couldn’t get a good grade on math even if he tried, the next math test he took he a got 100%, which was the best grade in the class while Reiji got a 92% #schooldrama

- The thing Laito will never admit to doing is subscribing to all of the magazines with the sudoku, word searches and crosswords in them.

- Laito took Ayato to his first strip club.

- Laito has the biggest hug obsession EVER!! When he hugs someone often lingers too long.

- Speaking of hugs, Laito always hugs his pillow while he sleep to fill the void that feel unloved in him.

frittzz  asked:

Apart of fanfic, what books or authors you prefer ?

Oooh, thanks for this question. This is for everyone:

I read a lot of genres, to be honest. But because of the style I use and type of fanfics I write, I find it especially helpful to read a lot of “juvenile” fiction. This kind of books is usually frowned upon since critics (and people that like to think of themselves as superior to everyone else) believe that they have nothing good to offer. And while I won’t deny that a big part of this genre’s too basic and in some cases, it’s even badly-written, I think there are tons of incredible novels out there.

So, my first big series was Harry Potter. I started reading it on my own when I was 6, and I read every book as it got out. So, even though in time I’ve come to realize that there are so many things Rowling did wrong (I think of her as a 6/10 author, honestly; I don’t think she’s particularly good at her job), this entire saga is one of my favorites. I read them all in order once a year during my winter break, and it never disappoints me.

I have The Complete Series edition in my bookcase, in English, and with all that fantastic art by Kazu Kibuishi. I just love it.

A couple of years ago I was going on a 20 hours road trip in a car, and I wanted to have something to read during those boring hours, so I went to a bookstore near my house and started looking for something interesting to read. I decided to buy “The Lightning Thief” by Rick Riordan, and HOLY SHIT.

The first thing I did when I got to the new town (I kid you not), was going to the closest bookstore and buy the other 4 books of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians saga. I devoured them in a week or two. Since then I’ve bought the other 5 books of the Heroes of Olympus saga, the trilogy of The Kane Chronicles, the first book of Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard and the first book of The Trials of Apollo, all of them by Rick Riordan and all part of his amazing universe. So I have 15 books from good ol’ Rick.

Well, that’s because Rick Riordan is my favorite author of all time, and I try my hardest to imitate his style, even though I add some of my personal touches. Too bad they fucked up the movies (TOTALLY NOT HIS FAULT, HE HATES THEM TOO), if they did justice to them they could have a Cinematic Universe that would give Marvel a run for their money.


(also, @viria , one of my favorite artist out there, is doing the official art for Riordan’s page, which is awesome)



Memorias de Idhún, by Laura Gallego García.

I don’t know if there’s an English version of them. I suppose there is, and I hope there is since this 6 book saga is the best thing I’ve ever read in my life. So many plot lines without feeling confusing, so many interesting twists, so much romance (the love triangle here is like nothing you’ve ever seen, I bet you $500 you’ve never read anything like it), SO MUCH FRICKING AWESOME ACTION. It has magic, it has Gods, it has new races, it has dragons, it has a wonderful world, it has prophecies, it has… IT HAS EVERYTHING!

Look it up and read it, if you can. You won’t be disappointed.

(this is an image of the comic, but check out the novels)



It was about touring and girlfriends and love and everything that’s been important to us in the past few years. There’s a line in the song that goes, ‘I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home.’ I told Brendon (Urie, lead singer) to pay special attention to that line.

Ryan Ross to Rolling Stone, April 3, 2008

Look, there’s a reason most Panic fans get really, really emotional about “Northern Downpour”. The first, I think, is that it calls invariably a kind of Utopian pre-split Panic to mind; the melody was written by Jon, and the words are Ryan’s, with Brendon and Ryan alternating on the album version, but in performance, it becomes about the whole band. Take a minute to watch this performance and pay special attention to the end: everyone sings. You are at the top of my lungs, drawn to the ones who never yawn. 

It’s collaboration, in the way Panic got it briefly, fleetingly, wonderfully right during Pretty. Odd. “Mad As Rabbits” actually does much of the same work, but it doesn’t have the same resonance within the fandom. After all, the exclusive fanclub (analogous to TAI’s “Santi’s Little Helpers” or Fall Out Boy’s “Overcast Kids”) was called “Northern Downpour.” 

Interestingly, Jon was reluctant initially to share the song with the band. In this track-by-track review by Ryan and Brendon, the two of them again reinforced the importance of the track to the project of the band (emphasis mine):

Ryan: For me, I remember Jon sending me the idea for that song, and he never thought it was very good. And I always loved it.

Brendon: It’s kind of a Jon Walker tune that we all kinda loved.

Ryan: The melody is Jon’s, and I wrote the lyrics for it, but he wrote even the chorus melody. The sugarcane part. So yeah, Jon wrote some really great melodies on that, and i just wanted it to be as simple as possible as far as the arrangement, because I think the melody and the lyric are just really the focal point of the song. It’s got some of my favorite lines on it, like the um, the world’s a broken bone, melt your headaches call it home. Some of the stuff that I thought actually had something important to say. That’s one of our most grown-up songs, I guess.

Northern Downpour,” then, effectively becomes a summation of what the Pretty. Odd. era Panic project is about–beautiful melodies, collaborative writing, innovative instrumentation, and letting the lyrics fall organically into the music rather than trying to wrangle melodies around them. The lyrics become increasingly obscure, even on this track, with moments of bare, emotional truth–to use Ryan’s words, having “something important to say.” And the important thing is to accept that the world is broken and imperfect, but to let go of fretting about that, to love it anyway.

Like, there’s a reason Brendon doesn’t play this song live anymore, and there’s a reason in this video (which broke your heart if you were in 2011-ish Panic fandom, don’t even lie) he cracks on melt your headaches, call it home. 

Wish you were here

A/N: I’m working on several of your requests. Some of them take me a little longer, but I always end up posting them, bible. So, send yours. And send feedback, hahaha

Prompt: clarissarae13 said:I love your imagines!!! I was hoping you could do one where you’re younger than chris (7+ years) and are nominated for an oscar and although you don’t go with chris, you meet him after winning? Thank you❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: None, fluff.


I had watched Chris’s speech for about a hundred times. Winning an Oscar, for any actor or actress was the goal. I mean, not in the snotty or the final line way, but this was an incredible opportunity of accomplishment.

When he got the call from the nomination he was keeping it cool. I was screaming in the bed. Then I screamed more. Then, the whole process of congratulating him and interviews got me exhausted. Especially because our baby boy, Lucas was six months old. Even when Chris tried to be home as much as he could and made the work from home, there were moments where he had to leave. Like now.

I played the Youtube video again, he looked so handsome in his suit.

“First of all… wow. I mean, I can’t believe this is happening. I wish my beautiful wife were here to pinch me. When I was a kid and started this I daydreamt about this moment but I ignored the hard work that getting this would need. Therefore, I’d like to thank my family, for never letting me quit and for being so supportive, I couldn’t have won this without you, mom. Also, to my wife y/n, baby, you and our son are the reason I get up every day and the reason I try to be better. I love you so much. You’re my life. Thank you, God, for all the blessings. And since they’re about to cut me, thank you to all the people that somehow were part of this, people on set, coworkers, Captain America too. Thank you, good night” I sighed with a smile on my face.

My phone rung and I picked up the phone. It was him.


“Hey, doll” it was funny how I could still feel chills.

“Hi, how’s my golden man?” he laughed.

“Bored. I was on the Vanity Fair party, but I got so bored without you there. I’m on my way to the hotel. I miss you so bad.” I bit my lip. I was really close to tell him, but I wasn’t going to expose myself. “How’s Lucas?”

“Asleep. Did you watch the video when he saw you winning?”

“He’s so adorable. I still think that we could’ve find a way for you to be here. I know we’ve tried to make our relationship low profile, but… I missed you”

“Oh, baby. Go and get some rest. I can’t wait to see you.“ "I wish we could celebrate appropriately…”

“Christopher Evans, are you…?” I felt the adrenaline.

“No, well…. A little bit, I just, wish you were here, that’s all. I love how we celebrate”

“Soon. I promise. Text me when you get there” I added before rushing to the bathroom to refresh myself.

“Alright, I love you”

“I love you too” I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. There was nothing in the world that could’ve stop me from celebrating.

I was wearing a golden robe everything was ready. I was going to surprise Chris in his hotel room. I had arranged everything last minute. Lucas was with his grandma, aka, Chris’s mom, until tomorrow morning. I had taken a plane a few hour ago, just to be in time. Part of the agreements that we had when we got married was keep surprising us. No matter what. And being in the good and in the bad. This was the great, and I would’ve been here to support him even if he hadn’t won.

I heard him opening the door. I grabbed the champagne and waited with my half overt bathrobe.

“What the… fuck?” he slowly spoke as he discovered the detailed and romantic room.

“Congratulations” I started to make my way towards him. His face immediately lighted up. He took away the glasses.

“You’re here” He grabbed my waist and then leaned to kiss me.

“Yeah, I heard that you wish I were here, so… here I am” he smiled.

“How did you make it happen? I thought… I don’t care, you’re here, baby. Oh, my God. I love you so much” he made me spin in the air and I felt how my bathrobe was falling. I laughed.

“Chris, stop” I tried to spoke as he laughed. I loved feeling his arms around me. In any possible way.

“Where’s Lucas?”

“With your mom. She helped me a lot”

“So… we’ve got tonight just for us?” I nodded. I felt his wet kiss in my neck.

“When I was in the plane, I was thinking, you know?”


“All the things we’ve been through to be together. And how much each one has paid off. Even when my dad made your life hell because a dude seven years older than his princess was taking her away”

“That’s my favorite part, it was funny, though” I put my arms around his neck.

“And here we are…”

“Here we are” he added before kissing me again.

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I don’t think Taakitz was particularly rushed or unrealistic, mostly because it’s very similar to how my partner and I got together.

Hung out a couple times, realized during a few weeks apart we liked each other, and then made out the next time we saw each other (well, almost the next time, lol)

I mean, it took us two months to get to I love you, but if the world was ending we might have gotten to it faster, lol


April Fools?

We could never leave Love Live behind. While Aikatsu is an amazing show, and it deserves a lot of love, Love Live truly holds a special place in our hearts.

We lost about 500 followers, so thank you for those who knew we were trolling/aren’t upset when we have fun. We were trying to come up with ideas this year, and I suggested we just… throw a real big curveball. Successfully getting at least 1,000 of you had me laughing so hard. 

But, we will be getting back to regular scheduled programming here soon. I dug deep in the ask box and made a few old ones.

For those who are unaware on how we do April Fools, we make a bunch of confessions in advance so we can have them ready to throw out. I have a couple friends help me, but a lot of the confessions I made this year were from you guys! I didn’t want to leave anything hanging, so under the cut, you can see all the other confessions we got, plus my bits and pieces of commentary. WARNING: Many of these confessions contain spoilers, so please be careful if you wish for a clean cold watch!

Thank you for letting us troll you, and we look forward to another year together!

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anonymous asked:

i was reading your post on trans!lars and wanted to know what you meant by lars and sadie having sex at least once. I dont recall that ever being implied. Could you explain

I’m glad you asked this, Anon, bc I’ve seen at least one person take issue with this in the tags, too (maybe you even are that person, if so - hi!). Their argument was that they were uncomfortable with that bc su is a kid’s show and implying sex would be… creepy? I actually thought it was 1) pretty clear and 2) not creepy at all. Like, I thought it was heavily implied; I’m sure the same would fly right over the head of any child who is too young for that kind of stuff in their cartoons. That’s why it’s implication and not outright statement.

So this is not an exhaustive list, but just off the top of my head Sadie says a couple of things that I took to mean she and Lars have done… non-platonic things with each other, even while they seem to be not actually in a relationship and more like some kind of a loose on-off thing that also includes long periods of awkwardness and nothing much at all happening between them.

Sadie: “ I didn’t think much of it, but when I got to his house I saw he cleaned up his room a little, and he got a big box of Oyster crackers. They’re my favorite. He let me be his Player Two, and we spent the whole night together.“

This is from Season One’s “Joking Victim”. Sadie tells this to Steven, and when she gets to the “whole night” part you can see from her expression and tone of voice that she’s recalling fond memories. She even gets lost a little in them until Steven snaps her out of it.
Now obviously this can mean “we spent the whole night playing video games and nothing more”, but I definitely took it to mean there was something else going on. When do you ever say “we spent the night together” if you don’t mean, you know, together together? The phrase just carries a romantic/sexual connotation. Add to that the balance of propability – Sadie and Lars are both not children anymore and are well withing their rights to have sex if the want without that being anything scandalous, and they definitely have feelings for each other, even though it’s complicated – and it’s more likely that not. If not outright sex, I’m pretty sure they’ve done at least something.

Sadie: *tearing up* That night we played video games, I don’t know what it meant to you. But ever since then, I can’t get the thought out of my head that you’re a good person. *grabs his hand* That night, I really thought…

I mean, that is almost textbook “we had one night together but now you seem to feel different about it that I do and I don’t know what to do about that”-dialogue.

And this is very recent; from “The New Lars”:

Sadie: Oh, yeah, they’re closing shop to get those gulls out of the vents. Any plans?
Would you… want to come by my place? I know it’s kind of been awhile, but we could get some food, watch some movies.

Same as above: you can read this as totally innocent if you want, but the language is still suggestive. From her hesitation to “it’s been a while” to the tacked-on sort of “you know, we can just eat and watch movies if you… want to keept it at that…” because Sadie seems unsure of where exactly they stand with each other. Lars tells Steven right after: “we aren’t getting married. We’re not even dating”, which is true… but there’s also not nothing going on between them.

The thing that Sadie and Lars keep struggling with throughout the show is intimacy (especially Lars has a lot of issues with this). Theirs is not a will-they-won’t-they scenario. I honestly think they “have” already. But that doesn’t matter much in the long run because what they need to work out is the other part; the How close are we really, how much can we show that to each other, how much are we willing to invest in this relationship, are we better off as friends? It’s a constant drawing back and getting close again. In “Island Adventures”, it’s a big deal when Lars tentatively strokes Sadie’s hand, but when they start to make out right afterwards, it feels not really like a first time. Those are two very different sorts of closeness, and they’re still feeling their way around the first.

That’s my take on it, at least. I don’t mind if it turns out I’m totally wrong on this, but until then i’m going with my gut feeling.