My Jensen-Misha photo from jibcon8 this morning. I posted this already from the @fandomnatural account I was livetweeting from but thought I would stick it here too. As soon as I can scan a high res version I will do that too.
Background: All I said was, mostly speaking to Jensen, “Given the events of the finale, could you [JA] just give this guy [MC] a hug?” I added to clarify “Like you just got your best friend back.” I didn’t say anything about expressions or how to stand. I actually had been picturing more just a big ol’ happy smooshy hug w both of them smiling, but what they actually did blew me away. What was interesting was seeing them both silently settle on the pose & expression in almost slow motion, like they were both thinking about it. Jensen kept adjusting his face & head angle. That tragic sad frown appeared kinda like he clicked it on, and he then literally adjusted it twice, like “This frown? This one? No, this one,” and his head also started dropping down, and meanwhile Misha was like slowly tilting his head against Jensen’s (which I also had not asked for) and arranging his face into that incredibly touching mournful/resigned look. Misha kept looking at the camera but in Jensen’s final adjustment he dropped his eyes. (Good lord these guys are pros.)
So every nuance of expression & pose is from Jensen & Misha. I think this is Jensen’s real take on how Dean would look if he got to grab onto Cas again. (and I ended up with this weird certainty in my gut that Jensen had just given me a preview of S13)
There’s something so unpredictable and exhilarating about the wild that keeps me coming back for more. I was up in the Yosemite back country a couple of weeks ago on a solo one night trip. I thought I was awake because it felt too vivid to be a dream. I appeared to be staring up at the stars for about an eternity before I decided to whip out my camera and take some pictures.
My initial plan was to pose on this rock with my flashlight pointing towards the stars. I was sitting still focusing and preparing when the most magical thing happened to me. A grazing Stag wondered up onto the same rock my lens was pointed at. I instinctively held unto my shutter, for dear life as we both stared into each other’s souls this for what conveniently felt like an forever. As if to say “shhh, you saw nothing” he jumped off the rock and majestically cantered into the distance.
I had to wake up and replicate what I thought had happened. I can only hope that one day I’ll experience something as intimate and magical as that.
summary: tom and y/n are so in love. from the way he looks at her to being the only one he truly adores. love was made for them. this is the ups and downs of being in love with tom holland.
notes: gif not mine based off the song by nat king cole. this was supposed to be something cute and small i wrote in an evening but here we are a week later with the longest fic i’ve ever written. please leave me your thoughts, i worked really hard on this!!
I still can not believe that there was not a single adult around me who could have said something like, “this is really stupid. Look how sad and uncomfortable he is. Don’t make this kid pose like this.”
I still can not believe that whoever took this picture didn’t care enough to wait for the kitten to look at the camera, or fix my collar.
‘The Columbine High School class of 1999 had it’s picture taken on the bleachers of the gymnasium, with close to four hundred kids packed together like one big, happy family. Up in the far left-hand corner of that picture were Eric, Dylan, and me.
Zach Heckler and Robyn Anderson were up there with us. We learned we would be doing two different poses: an “official” or serious class photo and a silly one. Since he was offering us the chance to do a “silly” picture, the photographer figured we wouldn’t do anything to screw up the serious one. We were instructed to hold still for the extended exposure of the picture, so all of us gave our best “serious looks” to the camera.
When it came time for the “silly shot,” Eric donned his KMFDM hat, and he and Dylan both put on shades. Eric suggested that, since we were having a camera pointed at us, it would be cool to point imaginary guns back. So the five of us pantomimed doing exactly that.
It seemed like a funny thing to do. I never thought twice about it.’
- No Easy Answers: The Truth Behind Death at Columbine by Brooks Brown and Rob Merritt
I feel like these pictures are a good example for why posing matters! I took these pictures of Aethas seconds apart, yet he looks so much bigger in the second picture just by how he was laying and my camera angle.
the horoscope is the moment of first breath. nothing earlier. not on the due date or the conception date. when you took your first little breath on earth
there was probably somebody standing by with a camera, ready to take the first picture of you there was another photographer on standby, but he was ready to take a different photo. when you took your much awaited little breath the cosmos posed for you, the flash of the camera lit up the whole sky happy birthday. the flash captured every last feature of the heavens and earth, the perfect arrangement of planets and patterns just as you had designed, your horoscope. and it was a portrait of you, a magnificent reflection of everything, captured inside you, a still moment of beauty for all of eternity. our birth charts become like graduation certificates when we die, stored in the akashic, confirmation of completed agreements.
The story behind the dishes picture dated March 1975.
“The Year was 1974. I was an elementary school teacher who had temporarily left my teaching career to return to the University of Utah to earn a Master of Education Degree. I began attending church in a “student branch” (a congregation of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, comprised of unmarried college students.) It was there that I met four young men who shared an apartment not far from my home : Wynn Bartholomew, John Homer, Larry Anderson, and Barry Kraus. Wynn was attending law school at the University of Utah. The apartment where these four men lived was quite large, and became the “social center” or “gathering place” for many of the members of our branch : We went there often for parties.
John Homer and Larry Anderson were “stake missionaries” at the time. One day Wynn told John and Larry about a student at the Law School who was possibly a potential convert and who might be interested in having religious discussions with them; his name was Ted Bundy. John and Larry began giving religious lessons to Ted at their apartment. They invited Ted to come to church and meet the rest of the congregation; Ted was always invited to the apartment for social gatherings as well.
Eventually Ted committed to being baptized. Many members of the student branch attended the baptism to show their support. Our branch president, Michael Preece, interviewed Ted prior to baptism… John Homer performed the baptism and his missionary companion, Larry Anderson, pronounced the confirmation. Little did anyone know what dark secrets Ted was hiding!
The ratio of women to men in our student branch was about 4 to 1, so new men coming to our branch were always of interest, and Ted was no exception. He was polite, courteous, intelligent, and attractive. Many of the young women wanted to date Ted; he became quite popular in our group. Ted attended some of our social gatherings, and afterwards, Wynn remembered that to him, Ted seemed quiet and mysterious; at social gatherings he would sit in the background and just watch people silently.
In March 1975, I organized a birthday party for one of our branch members, Sam Green; the party was held at Wynn’s apartment. I was busy washing dishes when Ted walked over and stood beside me.“You look like you could use some help” he offered. I was flattered that he would notice me, and hoped that perhaps he would ask me out on a date. My camera was sitting nearby, and I handed it to Wynn and asked, “Wynn, take my picture with Ted!”Ted pointed a rinsing gun at me as we posed together. It was one of the few pictures taken of Ted outside a courtroom or jail.” - Carol Hall Bartholomew
I rlly liked ur Allura and Lance hc from ur last post,,,do u happen to have anymore??
+Allura one day catches Lance brushing his teeth and she’s like “wtf???are???u???doing????” ° Lance is like “wym…don't your brush ur teeth?” ° So apparently Altean teeth clean themselves ° Cue Lance screaming about it
+At every mall/shop, they pass by Lance looks for anything that can be a makeshift eyeliner ° Eventually, he finds one. At the next sleepover, he does her eyeliner AND SHE LOVES IT “LANCE LOOK” “allura I know I just-” “THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING” ° Afterwards, she tries doing it herself a few times, but she ends up w raccoon eyes
+A good chunk of Lance’s photos on his camera is of him and Allura goofing off. Another chunk is of them posing in the mirror doing ridiculous poses.
+Everyone thinks that once their relationship grew Lance would stop flirting w Allura but NO. It’s WAY MORE FLIRTING THAN EVER ° But like that mutual kind that you have w ur besties. So even Allura flirts back ° ex: “Wow you look really good today” “All for you honey ;)))”
+ “Allura gets very shy around anyone she likes, so here comes Lancey Lance to be her wing man” -Lancey Lance at one point
+“Allura whenever things settle down and I start having a family, I want you to be their god mother.” “God mother?” “Yeah! You are a part of my child's upbringing and also if anything happens to me I’d want you to take care of them.” ° Allura starts crying
+SLEEPOVERS ARE A MUST EVERY WEEK ° everyone needs time to get a good face mask on and talk about the dirt that the mice have on the rest of the paladins
+”Allura me and Keith are wondering why Altean pools are upside down? The other day we went and like-” “You went to the pool w Keith! Oh my, this is great-” “No, Allura it wasn’t like that–” “Lance, please.”
+Never underestimate the power of venting to a friend, they both are teenagers that are growing up in a war. Times aren’t going to be easy. ° One time Allura stumbles into Lance’s room at night crying about how the nightmares are keeping her awake. Lance is up and ready when she finds his way into his arms and cries it out. Bless Lance who has a soothing voice that comforts her whenever she needs it.
+If you pair them up in battle. They are fucking dangerous like lmao no joke ° This one time Allura’s bayard gets flung across the room, and all she has to defend herself is basic combat. But these two creatures are like 3x her size and pretty scary. Lance see’s this from afar, so he calls her out and throws her his gun. Allura doesn't even have to look to know what Lance was doing. In half a second she swiftly catches the gun and shoots these two motherfuckers.
We’d spent that year begging Dylan to get a haircut, to no avail, but I convinced him to tie his hair back into a ponytail with one of my own elastics for the prom. He put his prescription glasses in his pocket and donned a pair of small-framed sunglasses. We thought he looked very handsome.
Alison, our renter, came over and offered to take a picture of the three of us. In the picture, Dylan is clowning around, hamming it up like a professional model, Zoolander-style. The sharp lines of his formal wear stand in stark contrast to the faded flannel shirts and worn blue jeans Tom and I are wearing. He kept his sunglasses on as he posed with us; he wore dark glasses often during the last weeks of his life. I believe now he was hiding behind them.
Tom had remembered to charge the batteries on our video camera, and he filmed Dylan briefly before Robyn arrived. The conversation between them is stilted; clearly, neither of them is comfortable on camera. But we have looked back on this pre-prom video many times, and shown it to others. It is absolutely stunning how normal Dylan seems.
He and Tom talk lazily about baseball; Dylan mimes his hero, Randy Johnson, pitching in an ill-fitting tuxedo. Tom makes some comment about growing up, and Dylan remarks he’ll never have kids. Tom says he may change his mind, and Dylan says, “I know. I know. Someday I’ll look back at this and say, ‘What was I thinking?!!’ ” It is breathtakingly prophetic. When Tom persists in filming over Dylan’s protests, Dylan pinches small handfuls of snow from a nearby bush, lobbing the miniature snowballs playfully at Tom until the camera stops running. The fondness between them is palpable. It breaks my heart.
Robyn arrived in good time, looking lovely in a deep blue-purple dress. Tom taped Dylan presenting her with her corsage, and smiling down at her as she struggled to pin a rose to his lapel. I made paparazzi jokes and asked them to move so I could get a picture without parked cars in the background. Since Dylan had assured us he and Robyn were just friends, I was a little surprised—and frankly tickled—to see him put his arm around her.
In the last few frames on the tape Tom shot, the two of them smile into the camera. Then, self consciously but sweetly, they both begin to laugh.
Everyone knew of the games that Jack and I played. We held competitions, on who could get the most numbers in one night, on who could get a boyfriend or girlfriend first. But the game that I decided I wanted to play would be one to remember.
It was a typical Monday night, all of the buttercreams were at Joe’s catching up on each other’s lives. The boys were waiting for the game of the week to be announced.
“So now the time you’ve all been waiting for,” I say standing up in front of the boys.
“Whats our game this week?” Jack asks taking a swig of his drink.
“Wait,” Joe begins, “Even you don’t know what this weeks game is?” Jack shakes his head in reply.
“Please, keep talking,” I roll my eyes, “Anyway, this week’s game won’t only be for a week. It will be until one of us loses.”
Jack looks at me skeptically. I laugh at his confusion.
“Now I shall explain, How long have you been single Maynard?”
“Fuck you,” He says laughing, “Four years.”
“Ditto,” I say making the boys gasp, “So let’s play a game, lets date, let’s hold hands, let’s kiss, let’s call each other pet names, let’s pretend to be a couple. The catch? Whoever falls in love first losses.”
Jack smirks, “Oh I don’t think you’ll be able to resist, love.”
“You up for the challenge?” I say confidently.
“Game on Y/L/N,” Jack says standing up, offer out my hand for him to shake. But instead, he places his lips on mine. Stepping away from me a few seconds later we each face the boys.
“Let’s lay down the rules.”
“Rule number one,” Jack begins, “You must tell the other when you fall.”
“Rule number two,” Joe say excitedly, “Social media can’t know that this is a game.”
Nodding my head, “Rule number three, this has to be a public relationship.”
“Rule number four, don’t flirt with anyone else,” Josh adds.
“Any more rules?” I ask the rest of the boys.
“Seems like a fair game, Girlfriend,” Jack jokes throwing an arm lazily around my shoulder.
“Wait,” Caspar says opening his phone, “Let’s get the ‘announcement photo’.”
Jack and I pose, neither of us facing the camera, my hair covering the majority of my face and my hand place on his cheek as our lips mend together. One of the boys takes the photo on each of our phones. We pull away.
“Not bad,” he jokes.
Later on that night the photos are posted with blank captions.