exuberant joy

anonymous asked:

I just read your last published ask and I'm curious what your thoughts are on the psychological damages that resulted in the boys. I know they are most likely obvious but I love your responses to topics, they are well articulated, meticulous and thorough. (Also, I understand if you don't feel comfortable talking about it as it is a very heavy-handed topic. Furthermore, I understand that this is all speculation as we obviously do not know everything that occurs and are merely observers.)

The most obvious thing is Zayn’s anxiety. He has talked about it, including his eating disorder. Zayn says that now that he’s left One Direction, the eating disorder has improved. The fact is that most eating problems are lifelong, and stressful situations may worsen their symptoms. Even now, Zayn has not been able to perform in public.

Louis has lost his exuberant joy, and has changed his natural tendency to be verbally expressive and performative. He has had to continue stunting, and to live a life that is not genuine. Plus, he has had to deal with a steady stream of public relations disasters that paint him as someone he could never be: fickle, untalented, violent, a poor parent and poor partner. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to have lived with that image.

All of the boys, but particularly Harry, have changed from naturally trusting and loving to cynical and distant, by the way that stalkers are given access to them, and privacy was never a priority. Their personal lives were used to generate money. There were no boundaries.

Harry continues to live with a legacy of the reputation established by 1DHQ. A fan on the Nolan fan forum site argued that Harry loves older women because it is a cool image. This crass, womanizing asshole is the furthest thing from who Harry is – yet it is something he continues to have deal with all the time.

Niall has had anxiety magnified by stress, and has had to deal with acid reflux and chronic knee pain from postponing knee surgery for a year. He appears happy on interviews, but we know that he has had problems with claustrophobia and social anxiety.

A lot of the behavior we see on hiatus – the cutting off of SM engagement, the reluctance to answer questions with any specificity, have to do with this history. These problems are less publicly seen, but are very much still there

Dear Artemi Panarin,

I know we only had you for 2 short years. In these 2 years, you gave us memories that will last for a lifetime. Thank you for all the exuberant cellys. Your joy of playing hockey was infectious. We’ll miss you Bread Man. We’ll never forget you. I know how much you wanted to win the Cup with the Hawks. I’m sorry you couldn’t. We had the best line in hockey. Thank you. All the best in Columbus

Lots of Love,

A Hawks fan

Creepypasta #1040: The Anglerfish

Length: Long

I am beautiful in ways men shouldn’t be.

Pretty boy, lovely boy, with his flaxen curls framing a sweet face and big blue eyes with big black lashes. My mother, when she was in our run-down trailer and not at the bar, would say such looks were wasted on a boy and that she wished I was born a girl. I’m certain she wished I had never been born at all.

School was hellish from the start. Girls viewed me as a living doll to play dress-up with, and boys hated me because I made them confused. My third grade teacher once made a comment about my cherry red mouth, the gym coach complimented my porcelain skin. The computer teacher got fired after cornering me alone. I did not understand it – I wore run down charity store clothes, spent most of my time with my nose buried in a book, and barely brushed my hair. And yet, here was the whole school bearing down on me.

Puberty made it worse. All my classmates grew and stretched, flushed with hormones and lust. I grew some, yet no straggly hairs or bright red pimples popped on my china doll face. Instead, the star quarterback would torment me so he could grope at my long legs and graceful hips. My teachers would compliment my academic achievements and then mention that someone like me being so aloof was a shame. The theater teacher asked if I was “interested in boys” in hushed, hopeful whispers.

I was not gay or straight. I was Uninterested. Why would I waste time chasing after shallow and petty girls who were jealous of my appearance? Why would I let one of those testosterone-hopped jocks paw at my body and call me a faggot afterwards? Why would I want my fat, balding English teacher to bend me over for an easy A? They called me frigid, uptight, bitchy, rude, prudish. I wore it with pride all the way to the top of my class.

I left my little Midwest town for a college in the big city. I thought it would be easier there, full of beautiful people to blend into. Towards the end of November, my roommate tried to roofie my water bottle, and the double room became a single room very quickly. For sophomore year, I got a studio apartment on my own.

That fall quarter was beautiful, the trees like brilliant fire throughout campus, and I took a communications class required for my major. It was about giving presentations and speeches, and the school website said Professor O'Malley was to teach it – classmates had described him as a jolly old man, a little longwinded but excellent at teaching discourse and rhetoric.

I sat towards the front, my empty notebook neatly dated, and my classmates chattered all around me. I paid them no heed, eyes casted downwards, but I looked up when the door to the lecture hall opened right before class was to begin. The man who strode in was not Professor O'Malley.

He burnt white hot, reality dimming around his gravity. Everyone seemed so tarnished compared to him, dark-haired bronze-skinned Adonis among the gray and listless dead. Square-jawed and towering, his presence was so thick it was sweltering, smothering, suffocating. My classmates all gasped as his eyes swept across the class.

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Okay, so it’s really weirding me out that people are swearing that Jaal and Solas are so similar when they’re…not? They’re like night and day.

Beware, Jaal loyalty mission spoilers below.


Solas:

-First of all, Solas is thousands of years old with obscure motivations and an even more obscure past. He is a veteran commander and spymaster, as well as an accomplished mage and dreamer. We don’t even know how powerful he is, but considering he was revered as a damned god, then I’d say pretty powerful. He joins the Inquisition to get his orb back, but we all know he had ulterior motives other than that. I really doubt he spent the entire time painting, reading books, sleeping, and staring at the breach. He probably was doing other things, like organizing his troops.

-Solas is manipulative and a liar. He revels in manipulation. It challenges his intelligence. It’s why he adores the politics of Orleasian court so much.

-Solas isn’t a very moral character. He doesn’t have the strong moral code that Jaal does. In fact, he murders his own friends if their use expires. If you romance him he basically says he’s probably going to destroy everything you love and maybe even kill you, too, which is extremely regretful to him, but he’s going to do it anyway. (I personally believe that you cannot ever regret something you’re GOING TO do, because if you really regretted it, you just WOULDN’T DO IT. Obviously he doesn’t really regret it THAT much. “I regret that I have to destroy your entire civilization and probably kill your friends, vehnan.” “You don’t have to kill them. Just don’t kill anyone or start another apocalypse. Just… don’t do it. It’s not hard. Look, I’m not even killing anyone right now. Very easy.” “So regretful. So sad.” ANYWAY.)

-Solas is very guarded and distrustful.

-Solas is xenophobic, racist, and elitist. He doesn’t even consider the Inquisitor a real person unless they agree with him. He asks you if the anchor had changed your personality in some way because you remind him of himself. If you disagree with him too much, he doesn’t think you are a person. He’s especially racist toward Qunari, humans, and dwarves. He even discriminates against elves, city and Dalish, going as far as calling them “not my people. ”

-Solas lives in the past. He wants to bring back a nearly extinct society because he can’t cope with the aftermath of a war he ended!

-Solas is trying to start an apocalypse and probably commit genocide.

-Solas enjoys things quietly and peacefully. When he’s happy, he is content.

-Solas is an excellent flirt and is very smooth.


Jaal:


-Jaal is a slightly green agent of the resistance. His role in your party is, at first, more like The Iron Bull’s is in Inquisition. He watches your movements, judges your intentions, and reports back to Efra. Then he befriends everyone and decides he wants to stay. After that, he has no motivation besides wanting to help you fight the Kett.

-Jaal is probably the least manipulative person?? He’s extremely honest and berates Ryder if they decide to be deceptive. Jaal very much does not like liars.

-Jaal has an extremely strong moral code that he abides to? And he’s loyal almost to a fault, and he strongly believes in the goodness of people. Do you think Solas would have trusted the Roekaar to disband after seeing Aksul shoot him? Can you imagine Solas acting AT ALL like Jaal had during that quest? Jaal was almost killed by Aksul, and he learned that Aksul was going to destroy one of the oldest relics of his people. Aksul turned his family and people against each other. Aksul’s people killed innocents. But Jaal let him live. Can you imagine Solas doing the same?

-Once Jaal gets to know you better, he’s very open about himself. He’s surprisingly open even in the beginning.

-What does Jaal say when he finds out about exaltation? “They are us.” With clear despair. He’s grieves them, and still considers them HIS people toward the end of the game, just twisted and enslaved by the Kett. Even though exalted Angara are the ones who killed his father. His siblings. His people. He doesn’t think that the Milky Way races aren’t people because they’re from another galaxy or because they have an extremely different culture. In fact, he’s overjoyed to learn about your race’s history and sayings. He bonds with the crew and tries to use slang. He definitely doesn’t other you if you romance him like Solas others the Inquisitor.

-Jaal explicitly states that he lives in the present.

-Jaal is living through an apocalypse and a foreign society is trying to genocide his people.

-Jaal is exuberant in his joy and loud in his affections. He literally shouts in joy at times.

-Jaal isn’t SMOOTH. Flirting flies right over his head. Other Angara talk about how dense he is when people flirt with him. He’s not smooth, what he is is genuine and forthcoming with his affection, which is seductive in it’s own right. I think that’s what people are mistaking for smoothness?


I’m actually really confused about what people are seeing, here. They seem like polar opposites. Is it just sarcasm when people say “They’re so alike!”? I think Jaal would be insulted to be compared with Solas at all, to be honest. If you guys would like to add to this list, please do. Those of you who think that they’re identical, feel free to explain why you say that, because I just don’t see it.

anonymous asked:

I'm probably not going to be able to say this in one ask, so I'll number them. I became aware of Kaylor and Taylor being gay sometime before the breakup with Calgon Hubcap, around the time she went Bleachella. Before that, I always thought Taylor looked awkward around guys, but I didn't understand why until I read KaylorNation's masterposts. I fell down the rabbit hole and became a believer quickly. I saw the pics of 2014 Kaylor, and it's obvious they were giddy in love. Then came 2015 ... (1)

which was obviously a Kaylor desert and extremely painful all around. Next was the break-up with HC and the embarrassing stunt with Hiddy. Then it seems like there was a Kaylor renaissance of sorts until the end of October and the Drake party. After that, mostly desert again, even for Taylor’s birthday. Besides the fact Karlie hasn’t let go of Josh even thought the stunt is way past its sell-by date and hurting her image, it seems like something is off with Kaylor. Tay has been MIA … (2)

and Karlie has been globe-trotting, but even when we were getting Kaylor pics last fall (like the Eliot concert and Drake party), it’s not the same exuberant joy they had in 2014. Of course, the relationship would have matured by now, so I understand it may not be as giddy as the first months, and it may never be again. And I blame Kissgate and Taylor’s need to stunt, and I guess I’m in mourning because I don’t think we’ll ever see that kind of pure exuberant Kaylor love again. (3)


I don’t think it’s gone. It may have matured but they’re still very much in love. Remember Taylor did fly straight from her shoot in London to get some time in New York with Karlie. Remember they’re still closeted. Hopefully Karlie will publicly cut Josh loose very soon (Which means it should have been done months ago Kloss. smh). I think Taylor could be slowly preparing the way for a glass closet in the next era. Maybe a coming out. She doesn’t seem like she has many fucks left to give.

The Visions of Sister Gertrude Morgan

Photograph by Michael P. Smith ©The Historic New Orleans Collection

Sister Gertrude Morgan, street evangelist, painter, poet and visionary, created worlds of exuberant joy and unflinching faith using bright acrylics, watercolors, tempera paint, felt tip pen and electric white shoe polish. She painted her vision of New Jerusalem — gardens, high rise apartment buildings, and angels and airplanes, with herself drawn in as the bride of Jesus — on paper, toilet rolls, plastic pitchers, scrap wood, lampshades, Styrofoam trays, wedding dresses and guitar cases. 

From “God’s Greatest Hits.”

New Jerusalem Court, Gloryland St.

New Jerusalem Rose Garden Court

House of Worship

The Angel John Saw

Born in 1900 as the seventh child of a rural Alabama farmer, Sister Gertrude moved to New Orleans in 1939, after hearing a voice from God telling her to spread her gospel through art and sound in the “headquarters of sin.”


Sister Gertrude with Allan Jaffe, a young Ben Jaffe and Sandra Jaffe. Photo by Lee Friedlander. Courtesy Preservation Hall Foundation.

Sister Gertrude Morgan using a megaphone and a tapper to assist in her service in the Prayer Room of the Everlasting Gospel Mission”, 1973, Collection New Orleans Museum of Art

In 1970, Preservation Hall captured a 50-minute recording of Sister Gertrude singing gospel songs in a Prayer Room of the Everlasting Gospel Mission, accompanied only by her stomping foot and a shaking tambourine. They are 14 songs of inflated spirit and deep, abiding faith. Though Sister Gertrude’s paintings achieved wide acclaim in her lifetime, her music remained obscure until 2005, when Philadelphia DJ King Britt re-released her album, Let’s Make A Record, with new beats and instrumentation.



For Six of Saturns, our Jazz Fest celebration, we’ll be celebrating Sister Gertrude. Together with Vinyl Me, Please, we’re re-releasing both the original and remixed albums with a collector’s edition double-LP on vinyl. You can get a copy at the King Britt show and after Jazz Fest on the Ace Shop. All proceeds benefitPreservation Hall Foundation


New Jerusalem Lamb and Wife

Self-portrait

We Are Soldiers In The Army.

Dance With Me

Raven looked up, squinting against the raindrops that splattered onto her face. It was pouring, and she was getting soaked. A laugh from beside her caught her attention, and Raven blinked away the rainwater. 

“Rae!”

She turned to Beast Boy, who looked just about as drenched as she felt. Water dripped off his hair and down his face, making him look like a drowned animal. He didn’t seem to mind though, if the lopsided grin was any indication. 

“Dance with me,” he said, outstretching his hand to her. Raven looked from his hand to his gaze and back again, a warm and fuzzy feeling taking shelter within her stomach. She reached forward hesitantly, managing a small smile. 

“Okay.”

Beast Boy’s joy was blinding. He twirled her before sliding a hand on her waist, swaying to an imaginary beat beneath the pouring rain. Raven swayed with him, soaking up the exuberant joy around her. 

The waltzed, spun, twirled, and laughed. Raven barely noticed her sopping wet cloak and mud covered boots; so enraptured she was by Beast Boy’s infectious grin. 

Perhaps they’d regret this later, but now; it was the best night she’d ever had, dancing there in the pouring rain. 


Have some cute slice of life. <3

-mod vixensheart

Wolf 359 Character Playlists: MVP Tracks

Originally posted by livinglovingmel

So this summer, as we released mini episodes for each of the characters, I put out a playlist for each week’s featured person. These were songs that reflected some aspect of their personality, their way of dealing with conflicts or the world around them, or just plain songs that they would enjoy and listen to. Now that the summer is over, I thought I’d go through each list and pick an MVP track for each person, and give a bit of commentary for how I think each piece links up to each person. 

Let’s do this thing. 

Minkowski - Defying Gravity 

Hilariously, this is one I didn’t come up with myself. Claire, who was doing an apprenticeship with us this summer suggested it, and as soon as she did I kicked myself hard for not thinking of it right away. Of course this is a Minkowski song. Of course it’s the Minkowski song. I am reasonably sure it’s Minkowski’s favorite song. It is everything that is at the character’s inner more core: the long held back exasperations, the need to break away from the restrictions that have defined her, and the joyous, luminous human that’s hidden in there. All, of course, in musical theater blockbuster form. So, yeah: perfect.

Too late for second guessing, too late to go back to sleep, it’s time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap… 

Hilbert - Wait For It

Yeah, yeah, yeah, insert your Hamilton/Lin-Manuel Miranda/Wesleyan joke of choice, but if it works it works. I was tempted to go with Non, je ne regrette rien just because of how well it encapsulates Hilbert’s unapologetic attitude towards the world and his actions, but there is something about Wait For It that really sums up the character for me. The sense of someone who’s seen and done so much, who’s been through more than what most human could ever even fathom, and is trying to assert his influence over it is just an excellent match for him. 

I am the one thing in life I can control… I am inimitable, I am an original… 

Maxwell - There’s a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

This one is simpler. For whatever her failings and ambiguities might be, I do think that Maxwell genuinely believes that we are headed for a brighter, shinier future courtesy of technology. She has that attitude that people in world’s fairs back in the 1950′s had - “I just can’t wait for the World of Tomorrow!” Nothing fits that better than this Rex Allen track for me - all exuberant joy at the prospects of what’s around the corner, zero interest in what it’s gonna cost to get there. 

Man has a dream and that’s the start, he follows his dream with mind and heart, and when it becomes a reality, it’s a dream come true for you and me…

Lovelace - Les Jours Tristes 

If you’re like most people, you probably met this wonderful Yann Tiersen track (the title of which translates to “The Sad Days”) in the Amelie soundtrack. Which means right now you might be going, “This song has lyrics?!” It does, and oh what lyrics they are. Of all the things that might resonate with Lovelace’s journey, for whatever reason this is the one that really leaps out at me. It’s so bare-facedly passionate about the difficulties of staying true to yourself when things get tough, and the melody builds and soars in such a wonderful way. But for me it’s all about one specific bit, which gives me the chills every time I hear it with Isabel in mind: 

‘Cause you, you are the only one left. and you’ve got to clean up this mess… You know you’ll up like the rest: bitter and twisted, unless… you stay strong and you… carry on…

Jacobi - Claroscuro

This one I’ve spoken a bit about before. Soda Stereo as a band are really good at making songs which bring together two different modes of operation. Not so much mixing different kinds of songs, but… well, almost playing two different songs at once. Claroscuro is one of those for me. It’s about tenderness. It’s about disorientation. It’s soft and gentle. It’s a dark rocker. It’s moody. It’s clear and genuine. And above everything else it’s about twilight - the contrast and blending of light and shadow. And that’s kind of Jacobi in a nutshell. He can be the kindest, most genuinely human person. He can be the cruelest, most unconcerned person on board the ship. Usually he’s both at the same time. Chiaroscuro in human form. 

 [Don’t follow me, I don’t know where I’m going…]

Hera - Gollum’s Song

No, I’m not trolling you. 

Okay, fine. No, I’m not just trolling you. When putting this playlist together, I really thought that Florence + The Machine’s What the Water Gave Me would be the emotional core. But then, somehow, my brain remembered this little, sad, gorgeously pathetic, agonizingly bitter masterpiece from the Lord of the Rings soundtrack. This may make more sense after some upcoming episodes, but it spoke so deeply to the dark part of Hera’s psyche, to the side of her that has had to deal with the abuse and the horror that we only get the tiniest glimpse of in Decomissioned. And there is something chilling in how the strings and Emilíana Torrini’s vocals capture all of that. There’s real, tragic, beautiful vengeful wrath in there, and it is terrifying. 

And you will weep when you face the end alone, you are lost, you can never go home… You are lost… You can never go home… 

Eiffel - Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood

Because of course. More than any other character in the series Eiffel is all about the issue of perspective. He was our POV character for so long. We’ve gotten to see other sides of him, and now we may be getting to see another one. We get him in layers, and part of our mission throughout the series is to reach a full understanding of him. And he knows it. He has to. He is so particular and so performative in the version of himself that he presents to the world that he has to be concerned - if not consumed - by these thoughts. And no song captures that anguish, that desperation, and that neurosis better than this one, and no iteration of it fit Eiffel better than Joe Cocker’s gritty blues. 

Baby, sometimes I’m so carefree, with a joy that’s hard to hide… And sometimes it seems that all I have do is worry, then you’re bound to see my other side…

Kepler - Don’t Stop Me Now

Another Claire suggestion, and another one that I am deeply ashamed to not have arrived at myself. For all of Kepler’s statements about how he’s been consumed by his job, it is important to remember: he is here by choice. He has chosen to the do the things that he’s doing, more so than any non-Cutter character that we’ve met. And there is this sense of willful forward momentum to him: even if he’s following orders he’s doing things because - and the way - that he wants to. Whether that is true or an act - and if it’s an act, whether it’s addressed at others or at himself - he is dedicated to maintaining that impression. And nothing, nothing, captures that sensation and those layers quite the way that Freddie Mercury does. 

I’m burning through the sky yeah, two hundred degrees, that’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit…


Phew! All right, enough cryptic, pretentious music ramblings from me. Now back to your regularly scheduled podcast content… 

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anonymous asked:

I remember you saying a while back about the colors that RGBs screen drips meaning something, and I wanted to take a stab at what their meanings might be! (This was of course after I checked your shops and noticed your 'Colourful Personality' print) Yellow- fear/anxiety/cowardice/nervousness Blue- Sorrow/Sadness/basically all the 'down' emotions Green- joy/excitement/exuberance/playfullness Magenta- Curiosity/smugness maybe/possibly flirtatiousness too Red- Anger/Frustration/Annoyance

You got it! That’s a good summary actually because they all contain a bracket of emotions rather than being limited purely to one, so yes; while the individual instance is dependant on context the staple category for each is-

  • yellow = fear
  • cyan = sadness
  • green = happiness
  • magenta = curiosity
  • red = anger
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The Signs as Gotham Girls (pt.3 of 4)

Gemini - Vicki Vale

Vicki made herself a name in Gotham as a very persistent and fierce reporter. She has a quick tongue when it comes to tickling out the truth of suspicious-looking characters. Gotham provides a broad operating base for her hunt after the newest, most scandalous but also dangerous-to-look-into stories for the criminal freaks striking in Gotham are  never to be underestimated. Vicki will be the first to have her camera and microphone under the nose of the suspects and she won’t back off from uncovering business which could draw some dangerous attention to her. Due to her sense of justice, Vicki sees it as her duty to inform the civilians which at some point really annoys the hell outta the cops shielding crimescenes. Her excelling skills in journalism let her even always be close to proving her theory about Bruce Wayne being Batman. But after confronting Wayne with her readiness to publish her findings, Wayne calmly answered if that’s what Vicki has to do, he wouldn’t stand in the way. Vicki realized unveiling Batman’s identity would be of no real use for anybody so she destroyed all evidence. Instead, she offered her investigation skills to join Batman in crimefighting.

Libra - Martha Wayne

Martha, née Kane, was born into the second wealthiest family of Gotham after the Waynes. Actually, the two families were rather reserved towards each other and when Martha fell in love with Thomas Wayne it wasn’t perceived with exuberant joy but the two would anyway marry soon after. Together with her husband, Martha now was the most influential figure of Gotham: Investing into promising projects, philantrophy at the highest stage and patronage of art, music, charity and business affairs for the sake of the city - all that Martha would actively support her husband with. She was of an elegant appearance, witty and sophisticated. She wouldn’t scrimp on her outward during charity balls held at her venerable home, Wayne Manor. It was easy for her to socialize, lead conversations and to make her appreciation of arts accessible to anybody. Her harmonical aura had an attracting, entertaining effect on others, people would listen to her suggestions how to fight poverty, end homelessness or protect children from abusive homes. Martha was of a genteel humour, sincerely loved her Thomas and was as tender as protective towards her son Bruce who had to witness the tragic murder of his parents as a child. Eventually this led to his transformation into the Batman.

Aquarius - Black Canary (Dinah Laurel Lance)

‎Dinah took up the role of her mother, the original Black Canary, at the age of 19. She is blessed to be a metahuman able to do the Canary Cry - an attack in form of a powerful scream that stuns enemies, shatters objects or damages the sense of hearing. She controls her vocal chords so that she can imitate sounds and voices of people and animals. Black Canary is an expert in everything martial arts but also a calm leader and strategic thinker. She has a desire to better the world, strongly believes in equality and fights in the sense of brotherhood. Canary likes to have people around her. She’s rather proud of what she is capable of and likes to show how she’s better than others at doing good in this world. This may leave the impression of her being a show-off but actually she just seeks connection to others. Canary prefers to think first, take it to action later. But when she’s involved in a fight, then kick-ass style. Once you really get to her, Dinah opens up to also be vulnerable, deep in her thinking and serious, because the world ain’t a joke to her even though she often play-acts like that. Black Canary has a deep on-off relationship with Green Arrow alongside whom she often fights and feels taken seriously.

Pippino surveys the Hufflepuff common room in abject horror. It’s sickening. It’s disturbing. It’s enough to reduce a grown man to tears. It’s a Friday night, and the common room is quiet despite being packed to the brim with students. Students noiselessly studying for exams. Students mutely sketching and writing. Students, quietly playing cards with one another. The silence is deafening.

Pip finally snaps and hops up onto one of the tables.

“Friends, Romans, Hufflepuffs! Lend me your ears! I say: are we not young? Are we not here in this world to live, to laugh? And yet, here we are, on a Friday night. Our entire lives span before us, the sunrise of our youth shining down upon us!  And yet we all are… somehow, here instead of exuberating in the joy that is existence out there. This is an outrage. This is a tragedy. We are Hufflepuffs, not Ravenclaws! Carpe Diem, my friends. We must seize the day with both hands! Grab on tight to all this world has to offer and for God’s sake don’t let go until your dying breath! Together we face the important questions Life asks of us: Who are we? What is it all for? Truth or dare?”

With his final words echoing, Pip points at one of his housemates. “Answer Life’s question!

Rameses Reunion

Last weekend we had Moses. Now it’s Rameses’ turn. Look at how he goes from “who the hell are these people” to “Moses IS ALIVE!”

He looks quite annoyed at having foreign visitors barge in without asking, interrupting his afternoon. By the way, Ancient Egypt held foreigners under great suspicion, so this is true to life. The guy is ready to ask who the hell they think they are just waltzing in like this.

The suspicion starts to fade, and here, he seems to see something a little familiar about the visitors.

“Hang on…”

Recognition sets in, and his eyes widen in hope and surprise.

His hope that it really is Moses grows stronger as he approaches the Hebrew and Tzipporah. He even starts to smile, showing that he definitely recognises it is Moses. Isn’t it?

HIS BROTHER IS ALIVE AFTER ALL. His expression here is beyond delight–it’s exuberance, joy, and happiness that his brother, Moses, is okay after all. He literally embraces Moses in a bear hug, lifting him off the floor.

“I took you for dead!”

You do realise how happy he is, right? So joyful Moses has returned that…

…he just can NOT keep the goofy grin off his face, and who can blame him? For twenty-three years (in my headcanon, so we avoid Tuya being still alive), he has thought his brother dead, when he was alive and well this whole time!

Note he’s still grinning even when he hugs Moses. It’s definitely heartwarming.

Stolen Moments

Request: Could you maybe write a one shot based on the song Secret Love Song Pt.ll by Little Mix? -Anon

Words: ~1100

AN: God I suck. Okay. Bonus points to anyone who catches my Hamilton reference.


Some moments that exist in between the span of seconds, a blink or a flicker of light. A whisper of breath on the ear, a ghost of lips on skin, or the touch of a hand in passing. These moments were invisible, captured and released like butterflies in the wind. These moments were small and insignificant in the grand scheme of life. They were no more noticed than a bead of sweat on the brow or a speck of dust on the windowsill. But they impacted you like a car crash. Those whispers of breath became violent winds, the ghost of lips were the sun, the touch of a hand was a promise.

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Hey Bleach characters, what's the best way to make Ichigo smile or laugh?


As requested by anon. :) And also anon. ;)


[Previously - ways to make Ulquiorra smile!]


So, everybody, if you wanted to make Ichigo smile - or even laugh - what would you do?


Ikkaku: Wear a wig.


Keigo: Tell a funny story! Or make a really good joke!


Mizuiro: Mock the person who inadvertently made a really bad joke.


Chad: Offer him an irresistibly cute and furry animal.


Rukia: Demand loudly and repeatedly that he smiles. Until he complies!


Orihime: Smile at him! Smiles are contagious!


Matsumoto: Tickling! Always effective!


Kira: Get him drunk.


Kira: I assume. 


Ishida: …Kurosaki smiles?


Tatsuki: Ichigo always smiled when he saw his mom. Always.


Tatsuki: So I guess there’s no surefire way, anymore.


Urahara: Tell him that smiling is a very important part of his training!


Urahara: No need to give him a reason!


Byakuya: Call forth his inner hollow.


Byakuya: That thing is always smiling.


Ulquiorra: Allow him to successfully rescue one of his fellow humans. 


Kurotsuchi:
 Some drugs can induce smiling.


Kurotsuchi: Or at least a rigor mortis that looks like a smile. 


Kenpachi: Immerse him in the exuberant joy of fighting!


Yachiru: No, that’s what makes *you* smile, Ken-chan!


Kenpachi: Isn’t Ichigo the same as me?


Grimmjow: Let him face off against an opponent who’ll really challenge him!


Ulquiorra: No, that is what makes *you* smile, Grimmjow.


Grimmjow: Trust me. Kurosaki likes it too.


Hichigo: Give ‘im a new cool power! And then let him stab somebody with it!


Tensa: No, that’s what makes *you* smile, hollow.


Hichigo: I’M HIS SOUL


Karin: Ask him directly about his soul reaper activities.


Karin: He’ll smile for sure. While denying - to your face - that he has anything to do with soul reapers.


Karin:


Karin: Or did you mean a real smile? 

O Fortuna Finale

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JOHN: so wait let me get this straight
JOHN: you’re all demons?

KANAYA: Im Not

KARKAT: WHAT THE HELL, JOHN, WERE YOU EVEN LISTENING?

ROSE: John, Kanaya is very obviously human, and Dave is glowing in a suspiciously angelic manner that should be enough in itself to hint towards a difference in status.

JOHN: okay, so what’s dave, then?

KARKAT: DAMN IT, WHY DID I GET THE DUMB ONE?

JOHN: hey, that’s a reasonable question! it’s not like you gave us any real introduction to all this. you just popped out of a piece of paper like a genie!
JOHN: you can’t blame us for taking a few minutes to understand what’s going on.

JADE: i think hes an angel john!

DAVE: shit what gave it away

JADE: hehehe :D

JOHN: wait, but…what’s an angel doing hanging out with a bunch of demons?

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“My father took me to see this film in 1950, when I was eight years old. And I’ve never forgotten it. I wouldn’t know how to begin to explain what this film has meant to me over the years. It’s about the joy and exuberance of film-making itself. It’s one of the true miracles of film history. What keeps nourishing me over the years is the spell the film casts, how it weaves the mystery of the obsession of creativity, of the creative drive. It all comes down to that wonderful exchange early in the film when Anton Walbrook confronts Moira Shearer at a cocktail party. ‘Why do you want to dance?’ he asks, and she answers, ‘Why do you want to live?’ The look on his face is extraordinary.’ Over the years, I’ve thought a lot about that exchange. It expresses so much about the burning need for art – the mystery of the passion to create. It’s not that you want to do it, it’s that you have to do it. You have no choice. You have to live it and it comes with a price. But what a time paying it.”

—Martin Scorsese, on The Red Shoes (1948)

anonymous asked:

Any really well written Logan's POV movie fics?

There is a wealth of AMAZING fic inspired by the movie or taking place immediately after the events of the movie. Amazing. Although, since the movie is from Veronica’s POV, it makes sense that the vast majority of fic that has been written around that time is also from her POV. Here are some, though, that we think will satisfy the Logan POV itch.

And now, lets look at some pretty Logan movie screencaps, courtesy of vmhq, shall we? Kind of a broody set…but…pretty.

Previously on VM Fic Recs:

alilamba, “The Still Point (On a Spinning World),” T, Post Movie AU.

Four weeks after he leaves her, Lieutenant Logan Echolls is dead. Veronica dissolves in her grief, because there’s more to their story. Far away and unknown to her, the man she loves is not gone, but lost. He wakes up in the middle of nowhere knowing one thing for certain: he needs to get back to her.

MachaSWicket, “Lessons on Appropriate Timing,” PG-13, Post-Movie and TDTL.

Probably I don’t care about most of your sad little secrets, though,” Veronica answered, her tone breezy, and he promptly started laughing. Veronica Mars, not caring about someone’s secrets?

New to VM Fic Recs:

down on the corner of first and amistad
Author:
youcallitwinter
Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Romance
Setting:
Post-TDTL
Spoilers: The Veronica Mars Movie
Chapters: 1
Word Count:
2, 358
Status: Complete
Summary: “Let’s go to Mexico.” If it makes any difference; he doesn’t actually mean to say that.
Notes: Logan’s older, more grown up. And he knows Veronica is, too. But a big part of him is worried that Veronica is only with him because the 16 year old version of her remembers the 16 year old version of him. He is, of course, wrong.

gravity is gonna keep you tied down to this city
Author:
youcallitwinter
Pairing: Logan/Veronica, Keith
Rating: T
Genre: Angst/Romance
Setting:
Summer after S3 through Post-TDTL
Spoilers: The Veronica Mars Movie
Chapters: 1
Word Count:
4, 638
Status: Complete
Summary: [your life in extended parenthesis] the lone neon nights and the ache of the ocean, and the fire that was starting to spark. From the love to the lightning and the lack of it.
Notes: Snapshots — the biggest section takes place right after season three where Logan takes two steps towards moving on and one step back. Keith helps with that process a little. Also, youcallitwinter writes in parallels, perfectly layering moments from the series over moments from the movie.

“I Fell in Love Again” Series
Author:
bryrosea
Pairing: Logan/Veronica, Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Mystery/Romance
Setting:
Movie
Spoilers: The Veronica Mars Movie
Chapters: 7
Word Count:
24, 389
Status: In progress
Summary: A series of one shots set in and around the Veronica Mars movie, all from Logan’s POV. These can be read independently. All of the titles are taken from song lyrics from the movie soundtrack.
Notes: So far through the morning after the ‘wait, don’t go’ scene has been written, and it’s been a wonderful journey thus far! The right amount of detail to really let us into Logan’s headspace, and her Logan voice is perfect. Older, more mature, steadier, but still vulnerable and hurt. If this is new to you, or even if it’s not, don’t forget to leave kudos and/or a comment! They only take a few minutes to leave but mean the world to the author.

Spanning Continents
Author:
semele
Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Humor
Setting:
Post-movie
Spoilers: The Veronica Mars Movie
Chapters: 1
Word Count:
943
Status: Complete
Summary: “In five months, you’re going to have sex with Veronica Mars,” he remembers as he lies down every night, and his fantasies go wild, but then five months turn into three, two, one, weeks, days, and suddenly Logan finds himself at an airport, and discovers that he’s absolutely terrified.
Notes: The humor comes from Logan just being…Logan. His joy and exuberance in being with Veronica again but also his thinking this is all a bit surreal feels honest. Wonderful and quick read. Make sure to tell the author you enjoyed it — kudos take seconds to leave, but the impression they leave on the heart is forever.

A Storm in the Form of a Girl
Author:
machaswicket
Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Romance
Setting:
Movie
Spoilers: The Veronica Mars Movie
Chapters: 1
Word Count:
2, 291
Status: Complete
Summary: Logan tossed the phone onto the console and started the car, pulling away from the Emperor’s Pool with a muttered, “Happy orgasms, guys.”
Notes: A missing scene from the movie from Logan’s POV that gets us from “Child, please” to his arrival in Neptune from Hollywood. It’s part character study, inner monologue, where we get to hear from Logan what the past few days, weeks, and months have been like for him. Then he shows up to Gia’s apartment and sees the cop cars everywhere. And then Logan…well…he panics.

The city shines like a great jewel in the desert, sparkling against the ocean. They call the city Los Santos, the city of the saints. The name is a lie; there are no saints here, but sinners all. Look closely and you’ll see the great jewel is merely glass and paste, trying desperately to pass itself off as something more. There’s a lot of that around here.

People hold on to the things they think will make them more important, something that will make them stand out against the filth and rise to the top. Some people choose their looks, flaunting what they have and pretending not to notice what they don’t. Some people choose talents, singing or acting through two-bit parts under the vain hope of being something more. And some people? Some people choose violence, knuckles blood-red and smiles knife-edged, carving their way to the top, damn the consequences. Most of these people never rise far; their lives are short and bloody, a mess of frenzied violence feeding in on itself. The ones that do rise? Well there’s a reason they’re on the top.

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