tbh i’m always thinking about neil and matts friendship but here i am at 12:30 getting too emotional
☆ matt is a year younger than the girls but a year older than the monsters
☆this means there is a year where the girls are gone but matt is still playing
☆ and it’s his last year with the foxes so he really wants to make it count
☆ not only is he going to be done playing with his family, he still has to be working hard to get scouted by a pro team
☆ but the foxes aren’t great, they aren’t the fantastic winners they used to be
☆ (thanks to the newbies that don’t have the murder and kidnapping as a shared life experience with the rest of the team)
☆ it’s safe to say matts stressed
☆ he wants to win to secure a good team but more so that he wants to win because it’s his last year
☆ all the stress he’s felt is built up into their games and explodes on the court
☆ he’s being reckless and jittery but managing to channel his energy and be and amazing player
☆ (it’s one of the only times kevin will admit to his face that he is deserving of court)
☆ but it isn’t enough
☆ the foxes lose and matt is devastated
☆ they didn’t even make it to the final showdown
☆ and no one seems to notice the spiral he goes into
☆ he doesn’t turn back to drugs but he stops reaching out to dan for small things
☆ he stops trying to see if nicky wants to take a break from studying and play some mario kart
☆ he stops asking neil to meet up for lunch
☆ in a move reminiscent of andrew minyard, matt find himself on the roof
☆ he doesn’t have a mob boss looming over his head demanding he play exy like kevin or neil
☆ he doesn’t need to play to make his livelihood, dans salary will eventually provide for the both of them
☆ so he sits on the roof and looks out over the smallish campus he’s know for the past 5 years
☆ and wonders how things could have gone differently
☆ he sneaks away when he knows no one will follow him
☆ when he knows he won’t be a bother to anyone
☆ but neil isn’t harry potter, he’s actually perceptive and uses his observations to help
☆ he noticed matt withdrawing himself from his friends
☆ initially, neil was too caught up in his on worry from losing to notice what was happening
☆ it was his first year as full captain, and he wasn’t taking care of his team
☆ he wasn’t sure how he knew where matt would be, but he felt drawn to the roof
☆ when he showed up, matt was immodestly shutting down
☆"ah, hey neil! how are you doing?“
☆"just checking in. seeing what you’re up to.”
☆"just enjoying the weather, hah. didn’t mean to pull you away"
☆"what’s going on, matt?“
☆ he tried to keep it in, he really did
☆ but there was something about neil that just made matt spill everything that had been going on
☆ all of his nerves and stress was laid out onto the table for neil to see
☆ he didn’t want to burden neil with his problems but once he started he couldn’t stop
☆ he talked in circles until he felt there was not more that could be said
☆"so that’s where i’m at.”
☆ neil didn’t laugh at him
☆ or tell him his problems were inconsequential
☆ he wrapped his arms around matt and pulled him back down to matt’s suite
☆ he rounded up the remaining original foxes
☆ (including aaron to everyone’s surprise)
☆ together they watched exy highlights (for kevin), some movies (for andrew), played some video games (for nicky), and spent a couple hours in each other’s company
☆ in the morning matt called dan and talked to her about all the things he was going through
☆ as they headed back to practice the next week, matt stopped neil with a hand on his shoulder
☆ neil motioned andrew to head out without him
☆"neil, i just want to say thank you for everything you did. for listening to my problems and not laughing at me.“
☆"of course, matt. you’re my best friend, i’ll always be here for you.”
☆"same goes for you man.“
☆they were silent for a moment that was slightly awkward as they shared small smiles
☆ matt clasped his hand on neil’s shoulder
☆"lets go play some exy”
i'm so tired why can't i stop posting about bi things but listen
Friendly reminder that even the incredibly early stuff Kinsey was doing put bisexuals at 40% of the population, and aces at 1%, but both the straight and gay communities erased that… to focus on the 10% that makes us a minority. (Sure, there are lots of smaller numbers for all of us, from lots of badly done studies, but as they start being able to do truly anonymous ones online the numbers keep going back toward Kinsey’s.)
Just imagine a world, for one moment, where we had been telling people not to oppress us because we were in the majority, and had been helping people recognize that in themselves and come out and be politicized… instead of because we were a tiny harmless minority that was just like them.
What would that be like? What would it have been like if I had grown up hearing “we’re number 1” instead of “1 in 10”? What would it have been like if I had grown up knowing that bisexuality and genderqueerness were real and common things, and seeing the tons of ways there are to experience both of them? Instead of not knowing other genders existed, and not finding out bisexuality was real until college even though I knew I was attracted to lots of people of “both” genders in high school?
What would it have been like, even if I had been right about being cis and gay, to know that collectively I was part of such a huge and beautiful team?
Finally got my copy of the issue of TIME magazine with an article on
Becky G! I found it a few days ago alongside a back issue of The New Yorker with
Bob Dylan on the cover (after he won the Nobel Prize for Literature) Anthony
Lane’s review of the Park Chan-wook’s The Handmaiden (my favorite film of
“You’ve got all kinds of cultures, and in the character breakdown,
there were no ethnicities,” Gomez says. “That’s the whole point: anyone can be
powerful. It’s not the color of your skin. It’s not the social group that you
belong to in high school. That’s why Rangers is so awesome–because those walls
come tumbling down.”
It was also meaningful to Becky that her character questions her
sexuality. The revelation takes place in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment. But
if the movie becomes a hit, it’s likely to be the kind of detail that becomes
meaningful for a segment of its primarily young audience. “When I was doing
that scene, it was the first time as an actress where I couldn’t control my
emotions,” she recalls. “I felt very connected to her, because this is
something that a lot of people go through.”
OK UM SO…. I tried writing my kookmin Fencing Man fic (based off this fanart I made)… calling this a prologue because nothing really happens AND IT TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE EVEN THO IT’S NOT MUCH!? sob this is like my first time writing a fic in maybe…. 10 years? More than that, probably. So, I apologize for how bad it issss xD I’ll be casually working on it, and hopefully editing along the way.
Jungkook pursed his lips, in an attempt to hide a growing smile as he watched Jimin bouncing in his seat on the couch. Jungkook’s heart had been so thoroughly melted at the sight, one would think Jungkook was the cause behind it. But none of Jimin’s attention was directed towards the youngest at all, but rather on the figure on the TV in front of them.
rizahmed: As I was walking off Jimmy Fallon’s tafter doing a little freestyle rap, he leaned in and said “dude, you’re in the #1 album & #1 film in the country!” I fell silent, nodded and grinned like he had mistaken me for someone else, but it was too awkward to correct him…a few days later I was told The Good Immigrant was voted the UK’s book of the year, I got these award nominations for The Night Of, and Swet Shop Boys made a load of ‘best of the year’ lists. None of this felt real. Now I’m back home I just saw these pictures I drew at age 7 of Darth Vader & Luke, after watching Empire Strikes Back. I was reimagining these characters 'when they got old’, reshaping their world, and nothing about that seemed weird. But somehow in the years between then and when i myself 'got old’, the constant message that someone like me couldn’t ever belong, or shape the world around them, had taken hold. I had no road map or template to follow in trying to prove those messages wrong. I started believing them. Only a year ago, for various reasons, I wasn’t sure I could carry on doing this. I had a realisation through some really tough moments that we have no control in this life. And it got me down, but then, seeing no other way forwards, I had to embrace this helplessness, and through it, rediscover a sense of childishness, and of play. Finally, at that point I stopped doing and making things to prove myself to others, and started doing things for my younger self. The work I have been a part of for the last 11years in film and music, including this year from Englistan, The Night Of, Swet Shop Boys, The Good Immigrant, Star Wars, Bourne, to the OA - I have been privileged to stand on the shoulders of giants. I cannot be more grateful to those who have allowed me to be a part of their vision and those who were kind enough to watch, listen, read, and notice. It’s been a crazy ride and I hope I can continue to justify your support. I’m incredibly grateful for this moment in time. Walking off Jimmy’s chat show that night, I felt about as cool as I did in this photo age 7. But the best part of it wasn’t feeling cool, it was feeling like a kid. Keep your inner child alive. Keep dreaming.
Scenario where there's a talking duck that won't stop following Solomon, Judar, and Sinbad around. The catch is that the duck only talks when it's alone with them, so even if they say that the duck can talk, they have no way of proving it because the duck refuses to talk around other people. Also, they can't get rid of the duck because it would just reappear at their side again.
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Solomon: He had became irritated staring at the stupid
little duck. It just wouldn’t stop following him and talking, luckily at the
moment you were in the room, so he didn’t need to listen to its chattering.
Solomon knew this duck couldn’t be part of his imagination since everyone else
could see it too. “A-are you okay?” You asked, not ever seeing him like this.
would it take for you to kill the duck?” The magician wondered, looking at you
my problem.” You reply, standing up and leaving.
That’s your lover!” You could hear an unfamiliar voice shout then a groan from
Solomon. Maybe he was telling the truth.
Judar: If it wasn’t for you calming him down, Judar
would have destroyed the whole country at this point in time. He had killed the
thing so many times now but it wouldn’t leave him alone, at the moment, he
refused for you to leave his side. As long as you were there everything could
be right with the world. Well until you were called to go do something.
even.” The Magi growled, looking at the bird.
lover can’t keep-” Before finishing its sentence the duck got impaled with ice.
The cycle would start all over again till you could return.
Sinbad: At first he was pretty calm about it but after
a few days, Sinbad started getting annoyed and slightly pissed. This duck would
cause he to run around more often from doing work as it always talked. Sinbad
would be in town most of the time with his S/O as the duck stopped talking when
people we’re around, the only problem was it wouldn’t leave.
going to end it.” The king growled which caused you to laugh.
be so cruel. It’s only a duck.”
“Only a duck, my ass.” He mutters under his breath. Tomorrow
he was going to get Yamraiha to help him get rid of the stupid animal.
a pricefield mix for sacrificing chloe to save arcadia bay, for all the moments they’ve spent together that no memory will hold, for one last kiss before the end of the world (listen here)
i. goodbye - apparat| ii. alive - gabrielle aplin | iii. remains - bastille & rag'n’bone man & skunk snansie | iv. silhouettes - of monsters and men| v. here with me - susie suh x robot koch | vi. this is gospel (piano version) - panic! ath the disco | vii. you - keaton henson | viii. i love you (quintet version) - woodkid | ix. saturn - sleeping at last
After that heart-stopping episode 11, let us all remember some of the good ol’ moments ♥
BTW: i actually silenced that clip from episode 9 (you know, so it wouldn’t play over the music) yet if you listen carefully… you can’t still hear the sound of Victor’s kiss. THE KISS REFUSED TO BE SILENCED.
He left his phone as far away from him as he could before sitting on the bed. 11 messages before he even found something to watch.
Damn it. Why was he doing this? 14. He should have just turned the fucking thing off.
He stood and grabbed his phone off his desk. 17 new messages.
What are you doing
Are you busy
Why are you ignoring me?
And so on.
He was about to switch his phone off (or throw it into the ocean, he hadn’t decided yet) when he realized he had a message that wasn’t from her.
He Tian: ‘What are you doing tonight?’
He looked at the clock. 8:45. This Saturday night could go one of three ways.
You know what? Fuck it.
He Tian told him he was going to a club downtown tonight, and was dragging Jian Yi and Zhan Xi along.
‘Are you asking me on a date?’ He typed back, teasingly, imitating what He Tian had asked him a few days before.
‘That’s exactly what i’m doing.’
Oh…oh, shit. His instinct was to tell him to fuck off, but his instincts hadn’t been good to him lately, and it’s not like things weren’t already weird as shit with between the two of them, so…why not?
He chose dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a red hoodie and gave himself a once over in the mirror. Could be worse. He sat, impatiently, watching TV until he saw headlights pull up to the curb. He took a deep breath and locked the door behind him.
He climbed into the car, they said hello and exchanged small smiles. As hard as he tried to stay relaxed, he knew he wasn’t as composed as he wanted to be. One of his favorite things about spending time with He Tian was his lack of desire to fill every silence with forced, idle, chit-chat
He Tian passed him a small silver flask. ‘Relax a bit, would you?’ He grabbed the flask and took a long swig, making a face at the bite of whatever bitter liquor he’d just swallowed.
He Tian parked the car about a block or so away from the club and they walked in silence for a few minutes. The bouncer recognized He Tian and let them in. It took him a few moments to adjust to the noise and the lights as He Tian dragged him to the bar, leaning forward to talk to bartender, who looked at him quizzically for a moment before his face broke into a smile annd he turned to respond.
He Tian flushed and motioned for his friend to get the drinks. The bartender placed 2 drinks on the bar and poured one for himself. He mouthed something he couldn’t quite make out as he raised his glass in a toast and they took their shots.
The shot glasses were replaced with beers and the two of them surveyed the room, carefully avoiding eye contact.
He jumped when something hit the back of his head, and when he turned, he was hit in the chest with a lime wedge. The bartender smiled at him and jerked his chin towards the writhing mass of dancers, before looking at He Tian, oblivious to the exchange.
He tapped the other boy’s arm, and was emboldened by the surprised look on his face. He took a step forward and extended his hand. He Tian smiled as he took it and they pushed into the crowd.
They stared at each other for a moment, before He Tian gently placed a hand on the back of his neck and he wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him in, grateful for the buzz from the drinks at the bar, the red haired boy ran his fingers down He Tian’s arm, lacing their fingers together as they began to move.