go yoga

Actual fantasy

in seven years I’m married maybe , I am a children’s librarian at a school, I love my job and get to see babies every day, I have two adopted mid size mutts, I make enough money to eat nice food and have a clean small apartment and go to the doctor when I need to, if I am married I fully love and believe in my husband and his career which means he is creative and also has politics I can at least sort of get behind , I have a circle of friends who I have dinner parties with , we have a book club, I do go to yoga once or twice a week , I can still go to a park with my dogs on a sunny day

Genji: It is not too late to change your course, brother.

Hanzo:

Vision of myself in seven years as inspired by a Williamsburg park at noon

“You’re too busy,” I say to my husband as he zips up his earth tone Patagonia fleece over his saffron colored button down and prepares to put on his quirky blue work shoes and head off to his tech job shared workspace . “Come walk with me today at lunch.” After he leaves I shower using my organic soaps that smell like pine and I make myself a green smoothie and sit down to work on my painting, which is an enormous wall to wall picture of flowers and dogs which I am being paid $4000 for . I work for two hours and then I walk my wolfhound and poodle around the block . It is a sunny day. I get my yoga mat and go to hot yoga and then shower again in the locker room and chat with the women I have seen at my weekly yoga class for years and go home and get the dogs and I go meet my husband in the park, where he greets me with some kind of dainty sandwich wrapped in something green, either a lettuce leaf or a spinach flour wrap or whatever. our dogs frolicking with other dogs, we talk about our upcoming adoption of a baby and also our plans for the dinner party we are holding. We are making homemade ice cream and serving papaya spears for dessert . The dinner itself will be roasted squash and homemade bread with roasted eggplant garlic chickpea spread and a salad with blood oranges. and then my husband gets back on his bicycle and jets off to a high power staff meeting

this isn’t actually appealing tbh but the saffron button down shirt is a real thing I saw someone wearing that I think is pretty hot

I’m thinking I would actually like a rich husband if he was a writer or a chef idk why I didn’t put that in my fantasy maybe bc then I would actually have to interrogate my desire for the trappings of wealth instead of dismissing it

4

“[On preparing for role in Game of Thrones] I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as much. I was getting quite comfortable. I was even developing a bust – all those jacket potatoes and bars of chocolate were paying off – and then I lost a stone in weight. I started working out, going to yoga, I completely changed my eating habits and didn’t drink for about two months, just in the service of this part.”

If it no longer resonates with my heart, spirit, mind and soul, I let it go.
—  Lalah Delia
Translation of “Føler det du føler” (Feel what you feel)

Text message from Isak’s father:

Hi. I’ve bought tickets to the Christmas concert at Sagene church next week, was thinking you and I could bring mom, it would mean a lot to her.

Even (off screen): That’s thanks for letting me use your shower.

Eskild (off screen): Did you use our shower?

Even: I’ve used your shower.

Eskild: T-the hair products aren’t mine, or like, not all of them.

Noora: No, but you can use whatever you wanna.

(Isak enters)

Even: Hey! Good morning!

(kisses Isak)

Even: I made us breakfast. Oh! (brushes something off Isak’s cheek) I hope you’re hungry, ‘cause I’ve made lots of food.

Noora: Yeah, uh, should we..change to…on the..should we go and change at yoga, or.. yeah.*

Even: Oh, you’re taking yoga class?

Eskild: We’re not taking yoga class.

Noora: Yes, we are.

Eskild: Oh! That kind of yoga! Err…yep. Oh, I’d forgotten. We’re going to yoga class now. Water yoga.

Even: Water yoga?

Eskild: Yes, at Bislett pool. So, I think we just have to…

Noora: We just have to go.

Eskild: But please help yourself to cayenne pepper in the freezer, or in the cupboard, right in the middle of the fridge..So..Bye! Yes, bye-bye!

Even: Listen, I didn’t know what you liked so I just made everything. What movie?

Isak: Movie?

Even: Taste this. Is it good?

Isak: Mhm.

Even: The secret is one spoon of sour cream.

(silence, radio playing)

Isak: When I woke up…I thought you’d left.

Even: Hey you, I was only in here making breakfast. And chatting to your friends.

Isak: Does Sonja know..where you are?

Even: Fuck Sonja. We’re not together anymore.

Isak: But last time you said it was over you made out with her two days later, right. It’s not so easy for me to just give a shit about her, Even.

Even: Well, what you need to understand is the thing about Sonja is that she’s so in control. Sometimes I feel like she knows me better than I know myself, because everything she says is true and…that’s what I’m so sick and tired of. I feel that…she can’t feel the things I feel, or think, for that matter. You know?

Isak: It’s only you who can feel what you feel.

Even: And I haven’t felt like this, ever.

Isak whispers: Me neither.

(new song starts playing on the radio)

Even: This song, or what?!

Isak: Huh?

Even: Gabrielle?

Isak: Are you kidding?

Even: No..!

Isak: Oh my God, this is a hashtag, what the fuck..!

Even: What?

Isak: When you’ve found the man of your dreams and it turns out he likes Gabrielle..!

Even: Am I the man of your dreams??

Isak: Well..

Even: Or what..*looks around* are you talking about me? Am I the man of your dreams??

Isak: That what the hashtag is, you know that..!

Even: No, excuse me, you just said I was the man of your dreams!

(they kiss)

Even: Say it again.

Isak: Hm?

Even: Say it again.

Isak whispers: You’re the man of my dreams.

(they kiss)

Isak: It’s shite..!

(Even sings along; Isak’s embarrassed)


Very roughly the lyrics of the song (sorry I guess it doesn’t make much sense in English), what Even sings along to:

Five hot ladies up in the club, we demand: Turn it right up to Heaven!
If there are five hot guys, doesn’t matter, ‘cause there’s no one else I’d rather do this with.
Maybe we’re a bit dirty, but what does it matter when it no longer is day?
Five hot ladies, standing in line, dancing alone, but we do it together.
Chorus:
You get me to so pumped up, and there’s nothing that can deflate me!
You get everything to burst boiling hot, there’s no one else I’d rather do this with!
Five hot ladies up in the club, we demand: Turn it right up to Heaven!…


Guys, sorry this was so late, I was asleep..But what a dream to wake up to!

(And Noora and Eskild’s utterly unintelligible, awkward exit…oh my god 😂  what they say literally makes no sense in Norwegian either…!)

9

Colin Farrell mood board: 

“ I remember thinking about six months into not drinking ‘fuck, I bet you I’m going to start doing fucking yoga at some stage. Next thing I’ll be a vegan’. I remember feeling embarrassed about this new health buzz that I was getting into bit by bit… I was at home in the garden with a cup of tea and I had nothing to do. Will I go and see a film? No, I’ll go and do fucking yoga.”

So let me get this straight

In the last 48hours or so we have been blessed with not only an array of bts sanvers photos and footage of chyler and floriana chatting with the fans, but also a shit tonne of spoilers that include a Danvers family dinner that Maggie is invited to, but she will have to comfort Alex after, sanvers bumping into Maggie’s ex, and Alex inviting her for dinner, Maggie leaving the address for valentines in a gift for Alex, a definite kiss in 2x17, which is in public, they go on yoga dates, Maggie has a car as well as a bike….

11/8/16

Vote for coffee!

No matter what happens in the next twenty-four hours, I’m reminding myself that we only have now. Living in the moment has always been the best way to truly stay happy. Sip your hot beverage, enjoy the view, breathe and think about the things in your life you are grateful for. This little technique always helps when I get anxious about the future.


Happy Election Day, y'all!
Xx