how to look like a movie star

One thing I can’t get over in Star Trek Beyond is how when Spock starts laughing, Bones, for a quick second, looks really happy like damn I didn’t know you could smile it’s a good look for you. 

And then he immediately proceeds to panic because shit waIT THAT’S NOT RIGHT.

Looks™ by Even

lets start off with mr. hot and movie star even, just casually sitting there with his feet propped up on the table like nbd and don’t be fooled, he actually is this flawless 

imma just take a moment to now mention joint-tucked-behind-my-ear even, its crucial to show how extra even really is

and just for the aesthetic, imma add the oh so famous remake of the talk show host scene where even is a literal movie star figure and he just HAS to bring out the shades because he’s that guy

we got some lounging!even w his hood up, no shoes, chilling on the floor action going on. theres more hoodie up action coming up, stay tuned 

now this is just put in here because even is just so effortlessly beautiful but this is even tryna act cool and collected but secretly his heart is beating super fast

now for one of my personal favorites, the time where even got us ALL shook with his extra ass self, with the whole jean jacket shoulder thing going on. honestly, he’s too extra, why is he like dis


next we got wet hair and wet body and wet shirt and just WET even with his shoulders just there being all broad and hot and ugh wow what a look (shook)

hey we got another example of this hood up cute look by even. what a puppy. what a lil baby. isaks lil baby. so cute wow, PLUS he’s wearing our favorite shirt thats been passed around

now we got “hey we just had a magical day which included lots of great conversations and cuddling and i slept over but i snuck out in the morning and haven’t spoken to you in like 2 days but hey im back and imma fuck around and hook up with sonja in 2 days but i look good” look. honestly what even is that scarf

another personal favorite, frat boy, super chill and laid back even. honestly, ill be very offended if i don’t see this kind of guy in frat parties next year when im off at university. that is all.

ok now my heart is breaking at this one but here is “i just broke your heart and my own heart but im just going to watch over you by a distance and hope you’re out and sneak drawings into your locker and pocket and ill still love and wait for you and maybe purposely run into you in the shop” look

heres a lil sad puppy whose terribly in love and just wants to b loved and saved in return and is sorry for leaving but is also really horny and wants to fuck

and now we got even being the flawless being that he is and rocking the whole white shirt thing with isaks grey sweatpants. “mr. cooking in the kitchen the morning after. mr. i didn’t leave this time, im here, i love you. mr. I LOVE GABRIELLE. mr. say im the man of your dreams” look with his signature lil hair piece flopping on his forehead

self explanatory. we can’t forget even’s pale ass getting mAC DONAldSS

bringing back another personal fav: the look where even is terrified and super in love but he’s also really ill and just needs someone to save him and be there for him. protect this boy at all costs please

here we have cuddly and sleepy and ill even but not to worry! isak is there for him, saving him right back. how adorable is he

this look is actual proof that even bech naesheim is the literal sun and he’s very beautiful and deserves all the love and support from the world. isaks grey sweatpants are making a comeback!!! and also the reused hoodie

and to finish off with another one of my favorites, the happy!even look. so cute and happy and disgustingly in love with his lover and its the perfect look to finish off the season and hopefully that look was proof he’s season 4 main LMAO IM OUT

Three SERIOUSLY UNDERRATED Movies I just watched recently:

1. Strange Magic

Originally posted by magically-strange

A work by freaking Lucasfilm/George Lucas himself!

Did not expect it to be a musical, very much cringe worthy—but once you look past that, this movie has stunningly beautiful animation! 

Not to mention the plot is actually kind of interesting. THIS coming from the same man who brought us STAR WARS and we know how well those relationships work out half of the time *cough* Anidala *cough*—but it is a movie ENTIRELY about LOVE! I kid you not. 

Though a few places are indeed very very much a cringe, other parts have me squealing like a fangirl! I wish I would have heard about it sooner!   

2. Epic

Originally posted by zombie-chaser

So I guess 2013-2014 were just the years to have stunning visual animation for forest-related characters, in movies that both basically flop in the box office.

Epic was a little slow at times, but it was funny, unique, and had a few very memorable characters! 

I will not lie to you, I am a sucker for ships, and Ronin and Queen Tara never cease to make my heart ache for a whole week after I watch this movie. T_T If you watch for nothing else, at least enjoy the beautiful visuals, A-list voice acting cast, and the FRICKING relationship between the Queen and the most badass guy in this whole movie!

3. Book of Life

Originally posted by waterinmychest

So, aside from slamming me with the crippling nostalgia of watching El Tigre on Nickelodeon as a kid, this movie is witty, gorgeous, and (again unfortunately) more of a musical than I typically look for. 

STILL! I cannot believe it took me THIS long to watch it! It was fun, exciting, and busted all sorts of chops for various people and stereotypes. 

Plus, the fandom for this movie is ridiculously awesome! Jorge R. Gutierrez is very open with the fans with his info/rumors of sequels, and the voice cast nearly killed me. Channing Tatum was one thing, but DIEGO LUNA is the main character!  We’re talking Cassian Andor with more than 5 lines of dialogue and a leading role! ❤ ❤ ❤

And let me tell you about La Muerte and Xibalba—the OTP I didn’t know existed or that I needed in my life—their personalities are so different from what I was expecting and I love everything this movie did to make me think vs what I saw. 

Plus it is produced by Guillermo Del Toro—I’ve been seeing his name so much recently—seriously, what does this guy not do!?

So those are the 3. This is just my opinions of things based on recent exposure to the films, and they aren’t the best movies I’ve ever seen by far, but they were enough to be exciting and they definitely deserve more love than they were given! —or at least more exposure so it didn’t take me this long to watch…

Silence is her favorite sound,
from the way her eyes lit up
when the smooth air
follows her around.
She chooses
her friends carefully,
knowing them
even more personally,
for she doesn’t want
to get attached so easily.
Fairy tales taught her
that soulmates does exist,
not only on books
she used to read,
and on movies that made
her heart beats.
He is a man
who showed her
how a knight
in shining armor—
an extraordinary prince
on reality looks like.
None of them
can ever tell,
how time manage
to push them
on a single situation
at an unexpected place.
And from that
very first time
the moment
their souls met,
two universes
stunningly collide,
with the stars celebrating
as they sprinkle
tiny lights and
glittered across
the once gloomy
night sky.
—  ma.c.a // When Our Souls Meet
Sometimes, people just love to be stupidly hating.

It causes me a great pain to see people freaking out about Thrawn dying (even though writers flat out stated that he is in for a long game) 

Or how some people were questioning Rogue One even after it came out.

Like they are ready to jump on the gun, to blame and hate Disney for simply owning Star Wars now. Yes, Rebels is child-friendly show, but with a lot of context that only adults and teenagers would understand. Does that make it bad or worse than some shows out there? No.

Look at Rogue One, like it’s really freaking dark, and it was supposed to be lighter in tone. Disney didn’t really interfere. So is Rogue One a bad movie? No.

Get your heads out of your asses, guys. Hating on something aiming towards kids and movies made by complany specializing in making things for children is ouright ridiculous and childish.

Now I do realize that people love Thrawn (even those who didn’t know about it him until Rebels), Lucasfilm characterized him, gave him a whole book and probably even more seasons of Rebels.

But this love also becomes a source of toxic comments like:
“Thrawn dies - Rebels dies” or “Thrawns dies - Rebels isn’t canon anymore”.

Like really?

Also, some people say: “The Rebels are going to win. Like they always did.”

Haha, remember The Clone Wars main characters (except Ahsoka and Rex) losing and dying because of plot armor? Yeah, me neither.

Rebels Season one finale - Rebels do win. Tarkin lost his Star Destroyer. Grang inquisitor died.

Rebels season two finale - Rebels have lost, flat out. Ahsoka is lost to them. Kanan got blinded, Ezra nearly wiped his friends and villains out by activating the temple.

Who knows what the hell is going to happen this time? Nobody. Writers usually outdo themselves with finales, would it be either TCW or Rebels.

anonymous asked:

Funny how Rob seems unease even scared interacting with Karl but not the case with Kristen. Karl is an intimidating man and looks like someone who doesn't like bullshit or joking out of place. For someone like Rob who seems like to joke around and not be serious, Karl is someone not to mess with. I don't think Karl would want to work with Rob anymore. Feel bad for future movies starring Rob as he never be serious when promoting them hence failed to interest ppl.

😂😂😂😂oh anon. You are so full of shit and obviously Karl has no problems working with Rob. Nor vice versa!

But please, leave the reading of situations to the professionals cause you suck!

It’s funny how Rob and Kristen both had photo shoots with Karl recently and neither was seen coming or going from Paris.



Totally pays to wait to respond to idiots like you!

Embry Imagine: An Unmistakable Energy

Request 5

I walk into the familiar house of my childhood. I drop my bags at my sides as I lock eyes with Emily. Her smile fills the room and let me know that it will be all right. She careful sways her body around the counter and wraps her arms around my frame, “I missed you.” I nod as she picks up what I’ve dropped and takes it to the room I’ll be staying at. Once we come back to the kitchen the room is transformed.

There are several men crowding around. They were playfully chatting with one another like they were in a movie that stars the perfect friendship. It looked as easy as how the wind breathes. The one that had long straight brown hair locked eyes with my own. I remembered his name to be Embry from when last met a few summers ago. It was for a brief second; I got the sense that there was an unmistakable energy that screamed there was a connection. I tore my eyes from his beautifully intense glance only to notice that our moment was shared by everyone in the room. I instructively fight the urge to look down at my feet and hope that the atmosphere around drifts me away like the tides do in the ocean.

Embry violently pushed the table in front on him sending the chair he was sitting on to go back. He then abruptly and collectively walked out of the house. Emily puts her arm around my shoulder and soon chases after the man that just left. The silence grew on all of us that was left. Forceful small talk raced throughout our mouths trying to ease the uncomfortable tranquility we found ourselves in.

The next few days played out similarity as the peaceful and casual conversations grips us like a security blanket. However, I haven’t seen Embry since the day he escaped in a rapid and beautiful turmoil. As I make my way to the table for lunch there was a note peached on it. I noticed that my name was neatly written on it. Curiosity sets into me as I pick it  up: meet me on at the beach - Embry. I look down at the watch the rest peacefully on the wrist. Despite the uncertainty I was feeling it told me to go anyway. As I grab my sneakers by the door I can see Sam smirking to himself.

I walk among the beach wandering in any direction my feet carry me in. I see Embry emerge from the tree lines. The wind makes me colder as I attempt to wrap myself more in the cardigan I’m wearing. Ahead there is a blanket set up with a picnic basket on top. As I carefully approach him I can see his eyes start to roll, “I didn’t do this by the way.” I shrug my shoulders.

“Well, we should enjoy it anyway, right,” I cautiously ask him? As we both sit down on the blanket I immediately notice how warm he makes me feel. Conversation flows out of us easily. There isn’t any hesitation with the laughs and the simplicity of getting to know one another. His hand then rests upon mind. I can tell that I start to like him a little too much… But I keep moving forward.

Sometimes (submission)

I fell asleep before submitting this you yesterday, whoops!!! This is based off a song called Sometimes(I Wish) by City and Colour. Where Harry not only gets insecure with how well his album will do with the millions of people anticipating it, but also gets insecure about his relationship between you and him. It’s a little angsty, hope you like it :)
If I was a simple man,
Would we still walk hand in hand?
And if I suddenly went blind,
Would you still look in my eyes?

Harry was a busy man now a days, as busy as a bee, as his mum would say. From just finishing the movie he’s starring in, to just now doing the finishing touches on his album. Harry thought of himself as a confident man most of the time, never doubting himself when it came to his art in music. This time, however, he found that after finalizing the last bits of the album, he was second-guessing himself.
It was very real to him now. The fact that in a few months time, something that he’d pour so much of his personal self into was going out into the public. It would go around the world, be talked about amongst millions, and though the idea was of that sounded cocky, it was bringing him a whole new wave of doubts and insecurity he didn’t know he had.
He sat in his car, biting at the nail of his thumb as he stared into his phone screen, reading his friends reply over and over again. He had asked him, among a few others, to stroll by the studio and take a quick listen to the album and give him their real opinion. To Harry’s relief, they were more than ecstatic about it all.
“You sure? Don’t lie to me all ‘cuz you’re my mates, alright?”
His friend placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders, squeezing them tightly. “Harry, you’re a musical genius. This album will be a hit. Trust in that.”

This made Harry feel a bit better. But as soon as they all left and he had arrived home, he sent a text to his closest friend once more. Just for assurance in case his was trying to be nice around everyone else and not give a shit opinion.

-Have you gone mad?? It’ll absolutely be a smash. I’ve no doubt about it. Be proud! Let’s get a pint soon over it all. -

Though beer wasn’t his thing, he sent a sincere thank you and promised to meet up with him soon for that pint he wouldn’t drink.
Harry had no idea why he couldn’t shake the feeling of insecurity off though. He had double checked with everyone important in his life that he could. Not only his mates, but his family. Gemma was all but thrilled, his mum was on cloud nine over it all.
“But that’s mum”, he thought, “she has to say she loves it. She’s m'mum.”

It was Y/N he was worried about, if he’s being completely honest. Y/N would be the last one to hear it. She grunted and huffed every time she’d asked Harry for a listen and he’d say no.
“At least one song, H. Please?”, she’d beg.
But he was much too afraid to let her. Always telling her some other day, or tomorrow. So right now, as he walked into the kitchen where she’d been making herself a bowl of cereal, he already knew where their conversation was going to lead. And he was petrified for a reason unknown.
He set his keys down on the island in the middle of the kitchen and glanced up right as she turned his way. With a smile planted on her face, she leaned against the counter and moved her spoon in circles in her bowl of cereal as she chewed.

He couldn’t help but smile as he walked over to her, placing a hand at her hip as he leaned in to plant a kiss on her cheek. “'Ey there.”
She giggled a bit wiggling her eyebrows up in response as she popped another spoonful of cereal in her mouth. While she swallowed, he filled a glass with water and took a light sip of it, leaning against the counter a few feet away from her.
“Hiii.”, she dragged out. “How was it today? At the studio?”
Harry pressed his lips together, raising his eyebrows. “Wonderful. Everyone loved it.”
She nodded, looking down at her bowl as she grew silent. He knew what she was thinking and he felt like an ass because of it.
“Of course they did, H. I’m sure it’s amazing.”, she quickly said, forcing pep in her voice. “I can’t wait to hear it.”
With that she took the last mouthful of her cereal before turning to the sink and rinsing out her plate in silence.
Why couldn’t he just tell her? Tell her that he felt insanely insecure about it all. That yes, although everyone who’s heard has told him it’s a smash, he can’t for the love of god believe them. Why couldn’t he tell the women he supposedly adored this? Was he that embarrassed about it?

Why should he be? He’s only human.

I’m only human, he repeated in his head.
He took a long look at her, head to toe, as she washed the few dishes in the sink now. She had grown tired of the begging and pleading and figured that it would do no good to continue to try at this point. It was quiet and he knew that if he didn’t say anything soon, she would silently walk past him, giving him a light peck on the cheek, before heading upstairs.

But, dammit, his nerves just grew on him. Her opinion was, by far, the most important, cherished, treasured of them all to him. Yeah, Jeff and the label, they were important. Nick, Ed, just to name a few of his best mates, their opinions were important. His mum, pop, Gemma’, even Robin who only listened to a song or two, their opinions were very much important. He took all of them into consideration and admired them for being so supportive of the direction he decided to take with his album.

But Y/N?

Shit, hers was… was essential.

She was his muse, after all. His stimulus, inspiration, what ever the hell you wanted to call it. That’s what she was. Most of the songs, if not all, were about her or associated with her. Her opinion was everything to him.

He didn’t know why the album had him feeling like this when it came to her though. With his Another Man issue, sure, he was a bit nervous when she was flipping through the pages for the first time. But nothing compared to how absolutely gut-wrenching nervous he was now.
If he’s honest, it was rather silly of him thinking that she would hate the album. She was many wonderful things, his Y/N, and extremely supportive was one of them. She loved everything Harry did. Of course, she gave her honest opinion with it all, but it was never negative and mean. It was always an uplifting sort of opinion. She was an uplifting sort of person, Y/N.

To her, Harry was a gem to this world. A gem she had found herself after much digging and swore to forever keep. They, of course, disagreed with a few things here and there as most couples do, but in the end, they met hand in hand. Always. Although they still disagreed over where the milk should go in the fridge and other simple things like that, it had never been anything too major. She admired Harry for who he was, she loved him for it. She couldn’t imagine loving anyone else as much as she loved him. She would love anything he did, even if it was a bunch of nonsense- which it never was- she would love it. Because she whole heartily loves him.

Which is why she just couldn’t understand why something so important to him has yet to be shared with her. She was a bit hurt in a way, she couldn’t lie. She wish he would at least let her listen to one song, but it never happened.
After washing the few dishes in the sink, she shut the faucet off, wiping her hands dry and turning back to Harry who was deep in thought. The little pucker formed between his creased eyebrows as his thumb dug onto his bottom lip was giving it all away.

“Everything okay?”, she asked in a small voice.
Harry brought his attention back to right now and stared up at Y/N with gloomy eyes. He thought about how much he truly loved her and he thought about how much she truly loved him. This album was everything to him and to a lot of people around him as well. This was a big deal for Harry, as everyone around him constantly reminded him it was. His mind full of it all, all the meetings, the deadlines, the words of people saying “the world’s gonna love it, Harry! Gonna be a hit!”. The pressure.

But he can’t help to think of the worst. What if it’s not a hit? What if the world doesn’t love it? Would those same people still be by his side and support him?

Would Y/N still be by his side to support it? To support him?

“Harry?”, he heard once again.
She was closer to him now, a worried look on her face this time. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
He gulped, shaking his head and looking down. “M'sorry, I- I dun’ know.”, was all he could muster out. There was no need in lying and saying no, it was obvious that something was wrong.
He could handle it if the world thought he was a failure, a flop, as they would call it. If the world put him into a category of people who tried to make it by themselves and didn’t succeed, he would get over it. He knew how the world and the media worked, he knew nothing would last forever. Especially fame and money and success. They’d forget about him slowly but surely. His name would flicker until it went out like a candle. He could get through it and survive though. That, he knew for sure.

But Y/N? What if she thought those things? What if when he would become nothing but a simple man to the world, he would turn into nothing but a simple man to Y/N? Now that, he wasn’t sure he could survive through.

What happens when I grow old?
And all my stories have been told?
Will your heart still race for me?
Or will it march to a new beat?
If I was a simple man

This time, he felt a tug at his hand.
“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, Harry. It’s okay.”, she spoke softly and tenderly, “Let’s get to bed, yeah?”
Harry gave a nod and held onto her hand as they both went up the stairs. When they arrived to their bedroom, she faced him and started to un-button his shirt slowly. Confused at first, he placed a hand on hers.
“Gettin’ you nice and comfy, that’s all.”, she chuckled.
He couldn’t help but laugh along with her. “Of course.”

He let her continue and he watched her as she undressed him. It was slow and he got the chills when her soft fingers would graze against his hot skin. After pushing the shirt off his shoulders, she knelt down and un-buttoned his dark jeans next, pulling down them.
She stared up at him though her lashes and though his mind was filled with nothing but negativity, he couldn’t help the twitch in his cock over her being knelt down so close to it. The feeling was short lived when she rose back up, grabbing both of his hands before leading him onto the bed.

They both went under the covers and she turned to her side while he was on his back, resting her head down on his bicep as her hand laid softly on his chest.
His thoughts continued on, even with her cuddling onto him so tightly and warm. If the light of his name would eventually flicker out amongst the world, does that mean their love would too? He felt a pang of hurt in his heart when he thought of Y/N falling out of love with him. When no one else remembers him or cares for him- would she?

If I was a simple man,
I’d own no home, I’d own no land
Would you still stand by my side?
And would our flame still burn so bright?

He took the hand from under his head to wrap around her tight, his heart pounding with the fear he brought to himself. He squeezed his eyes shut, gulping as he tried to swallow down the ball in his throat. He couldn’t stand the feeling of not having her by his side, he couldn’t stand the feeling of being alone.

At this, Y/N looked up at him and placed a soft hand against his cheek. As if reading his mind, she lifted her head to place a tender kiss against his jaw. “Love you, you know? Don’t think that I’m pissy over not hearing your album yet. I get it, it’s special. I’ll hear when the time is right.”, she laughed lightly, the sound making him smile a bit. “I know it’s amazing.”, she whispered the last part, laying her head back down and shutting her eyes.
She traced small circles on his chest with her index finger mindlessly and Harry kept his gaze down at her.
“How d'ya know that?”, he croaked silently.
She shrugged. “Everything you do is, H.”
“What if it isn’t?”, he spoke nervously and stared up at the ceiling now. “What if it’s a flop, then? What if I’m a- a flop?”

Sometimes I wonder why,
I’m so full of these endless rhymes
About the way I feel inside
I wish I could just get a ride

She looked up at him now, eyebrows creased. “It won’t be, Harry. You’re not gonna be a flop-”
He unraveled his arms from around her, laying them over his head. “And what if I am? Just answer me that one, will yeh?”
She sat up now, staring down at him incredulously. “Harry-”
He sat up on his elbows now, heaving out a sigh as he he kept his gaze down. “Let’s say s'not a hit, alright? Let’s say it doesn’t do well- I don’t do well. Would ya still…still..”, he faded out, not really wanting to finish the sentence.
Her mouth was open in disbelief. “Why on earth would you ever doubt my support for you, Harry?”, she asked in a hushed tone.
It grew silent for a minute, a minute that felt like ten.

If I was a simple man
And I could make you understand
There’d be no reason to think twice
You’d be my sun; you’d be my light

“The world’s gonna forget ‘bout me one day, Y/N..”, Harry spoke slowly, “Sometimes I jus’ wonder if you’d still be with me if I turned into a simple man.”
She sat up on her knees as she lifted a leg to throw it over Harry to straddle him. She pulled him up by his shoulders and held his head in her hands as she stared deeply into his eyes.
He was serious and she couldn’t believe it.

If I was a simple man
If I was a simple man

“I would still be with you even if you turned into the next Rick Astley, you nut.”, she said in a serious tone. “If you turned into the next rick-roll, believe that I’d still be there. Second-hand embarrassment and all.”

Her words were playful, but there was nothing playful about her tone. She meant it, every word.

“You think that if somehow your album became a total flop and your social status completely dropped on this godforsaken planet I wouldn’t love you the way I do right at this moment, if not more?”

All Harry could do was shrug, grabbing her wrist in his so he could look down.

“No, no, no- you look at me, bub.”, she snickered, lifting his chin up. “Are you listening?”

He meet up with her burning eyes. “M'listening, doll.”

“Really listen to this, really.”, she stressed. “When I say that I love you, I mean it. Your albums a flop? I love you. The world thinks you’re a flop? I love you.”

Harry can’t help the small smile spreading on his lips.

Y/N pushes a hand through his hair, inching her face closer to his. “I love who you are, Harry. For fucks sakes. Not what you are, who you are. You get me?”

There’s desperation in her voice. She needs him to understand this.

Sometimes I wonder why
I’m so full of these endless rhymes
About the way I feel inside
I wish

“Say something, H.”, she asks, pressing her forehead to his.

He brings a hand to the back of her head, closing the distance between them and pressing their lips together for a deep, longing kiss. Though he can’t breathe with the way he’s kissing her, he feels like he’s taken a breath of fresh air. The kiss is desperate and Harry spills all of his emotions out into it and she swears she can feel all of them.

After a few minutes, they pull away, foreheads still touching as they catch up with their breathing.

“Sometimes I jus’..I can’t help to think these things, y'know..”, Harry breathes, “Sometimes I jus’ do.”

Y/N shakes her head. “I’m here to remind you, Harry, that my love for you is stronger than you think it is.”

Harry shuts his eyes at those words, finding absolute reconciliation and peace in them.

She presses her lips ruffly against his once more before pushing him down onto the mattress and laying on top of him, holding him tightly. “I love you forever, H. Forever.”

Sometimes, Harry just wonders why he’s so full of those thoughts. Knowing damn well he’s got you until the end, no matter what happens.

But sometimes;



Oh my god…. I wish I could say I wasn’t crying, but that would be a lie. This brought me to tears. This was beautiful and lovely and very well written. My goodness. Thank you for submitting 💜

I was watching “Jaggernaut” for one particular reason:

Julian Glover as sexy Admiral <3

It was serious movie with plot, drama, hostage situation and all. BUT. Look, how adorable he is

You won’t believe it who else is there!

Yes, human version of stress!

And you know what? They even share same room!

Well, they’re closer here than in “Star Wars”. Look at Glover. He looks like he’s about to serenade a lovesong for his significant other.

Mentioned significant other is not impressed

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Dating Kurt Would Include....

• He’s so super duper shy around you
• The sweetest slightly cheesy dates
• Watching the stars, romantic movies, etc. • When he gets nervous and talks too fast his accent thickens
• “I love you’s” in German • At first he’s too shy to tell anyone you’re dating, but eventually Peter and Scott hear and they’re so proud he finally told you how he felt
• Small surprises like flowers and notes
• Sharing snacks all the time
• He looks after you a lot
• His eyes are so bright and full of love everytime he sees you
• He gives you his jackets when it’s cold
• Adorable nicknames
• Though he’s extremely shy when it comes to PDA, Kurt is always holding your hand
• He goes to Jean and Charles for advice
• Staying up late together, laughing at cheesy movies
• You are one of the few people that really truly understand Kurt and what he’s passionate about
• He wants to learn everything about all your intetests no matter how small or obscure
• Learning some German so you two can talk in secret
• Loving when he blushes and his face turns from blue to pink
• He surprises you with sweets on bad days
• His favorite type of kiss to give you is forehead kisses
• Kurt goes to you when he doesn’t understand something in English
• You two explore the institute together with little adventures
• Scott, Peter, and Jean cover tor you guys when you ho on dates and don’t want everyone to make a big deal about it
• Laughing at them when they tell you about the things they made up to Charles to cover
• Kurt always has a goofy grin whenever he sees you
• He rests his head on your shoulder and sneaks cheek kisses
• Compliments for days
• Kurt being an overall sweetheart who loves and cares for you unconditionally

Yoongi teaches you piano

You were waiting on Yoongi at the studio when you noticed the piano in the corner. You had always been fascinated with the piano. You sat down and at the keys seemed to go on forever. You tried to play a familiar note but it came out like something you would hear from a horror movie. You jumped slightly after hearing someone laughing behind you. You looked back at Yoongi and groaned. “How do you make this look so easy?” You asked. Yoongi smiled and sat beside you. “What were you trying to play?” “Twinkle little star.” You replied quietly. “Oh” Yoongi stated in shock with a playful smirk. “Hold your hands out.” Yoongi instructed after seeing how interested you were. He put his hands on top of yours and guided your hands onto the keys. He repeated the song with you a few times and gradually removed his hands. You successfully played the song by yourself without realizing, until Yoongi started clapping. You noticed his clapping and looked at him in shock. “YOONGI I DID IT!!” You exclaimed excitedly making Yoongi laugh. “You did good, babe!” Yoongi commended you “shall we go celebrate?” Yoongi asked as his stomach growled. “Oh right, sorry!” You apologized after remembering you initially came to eat with Yoongi. “It’s fine you’re cute when you’re focused.” He replied and poked your nose. After that day you and Yoongi made it a regular thing for him to teach you a song whenever either of you was stressed.

anonymous asked:

Hi Operafantomet! Totally unrelated, but Alicia Vikander would be a great pick for your movie-star-as-phantom-cast list. She was born in Sweden, and she learned ballet and starred in several musicals as a child, not to mention her amazing acting. I mean, she's basically real-life Leroux!Christine :)

YEEEES! Add that she’very good with languages too. And looks quite spot on in terms of how I imagine Christine looks. Not like a runway model, but definitely pretty, with that cuteness, that touch of memorable look.

Also, seeing her in costume dramas also is a joy!

(Anna Karenina)

(A Royal Affaire)

In response to early Rough Night negativity....

So, anybody who is familiar with me and my musings here, knows that I consider myself a feminist, I have a wicked sense of humor, and I enjoy movies. Coming fresh of of International Women’s Day, I was thrilled to see the first trailer for the upcoming comedy Rough Night finally premiere. 

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Imagine Chris being a total assuring sweetheart.

A/N: A modified anon request, hope you all enjoy it. :)

“How do you look so good all the time?” Chris quizzed, watching you with his cheek in his palm. You rolled your eyes but your smile was too wide to hide. “I mean- We just got out of bed an hour ago and you already look like a movie star.”

Actually, you looked exactly like a normal human being did; Chris, on the other hand, looked like absolute perfection. They said celebrities were normal people too, outside of the movie sets and red carpet events, but Chris had proven otherwise. That man could roll out of bed, run his hand through his hair, wear a garbage bag, and somehow still look like he was about to do a shoot for Calvin Klein.

“Says the movie star,” you chuckled and he smiled, taking one of your hands in his and pressing it to his lips. “Can a girl just eat her waffles in peace?” You joked and he chuckled, shaking his head. “If you think this is me looking good, I can’t imagine what I’d look like bad.”

“Perfect,” he pecked another kiss on the back of your hand before releasing it. “I’m going to go settle the bill,” he told you as you finished up the last of your waffles. “Do you need anything else?” He asked and you shook your head, smiling. “Alright,” he chuckled softly and kissed the side of your head before getting up.

You watched as he strode towards the counter, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He glanced back at you with a smile that made him look like a dream and you felt your heart flutter when you remembered he was yours.

Every day, you’d wake up next to him feeling incredibly lucky. The man was out of your league and something out of a fairytale. He was sweet, kind, generous, intelligent, and a total gentleman; the complete opposite of your ex-boyfriend who scarred you so badly you nearly declined when Chris asked you out. You thank your lucky stars Chris didn’t give up so easily otherwise you wouldn’t be where you were now, slowly healing your fragile and insecure heart with the perfect man.

“Christopher Evans?” You heard a female voice exclaim and you refocused your attention on your boyfriend who now had the attention of a pretty blonde. “I thought it was you.” You winced, knowing Chris didn’t like the unwanted attention but felt your eyes narrow when he smiled and hugged the blonde instead.

“Kara O'Neill,” Chris chuckled as he pulled away from her. “It’s been a long time, how’ve you been?” He asked with a smile that made your stomach feel uneasy; what made things worst was the fact that you couldn’t hear what they were talking about.

“I’d like to say better than you but- we both know that won’t be true,” Kara joked and they both laughed. “Mr. Big-time-movie-star, huh?” She playfully clipped his jaw and his smile grew; your hand move to nervously fiddle with your necklace. “I always told you you’d make it.”

“And I always appreciated the vote of confidence from my favorite babysitter,” he smiled. “So how is everything with Michael? Mom said you’ve got two boys? What’s that like?” He asked and she chuckled. “I bet they’re a thousand times better than me and Scott.”

“You’d be surprise,” she chuckled. “Things are great, we’re actually looking for a house. California’s great but Boston is still home,” she said and he nodded in agreement. “Of course you’d agree, you’re planning to settle here aren’t you?”

“That’s always been the plan but-” He glanced over at you, hoping you were looking over at them but you were on your phone; you were trying to distract yourself from your interaction. “I can change them for Y/N, as long as she’s happy- I’m happy.”

“Ever the gentleman,” she smiled. “I would love to meet her but I really have to run, say hello for me?” She asked and he nodded. “I’ll talk to you soon, take care of yourself.” You looked up as they shared another tight hug and you felt your heart drop.

“Stop it, Y/N,” you mumbled to yourself. “He’s nothing like Jack.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris tried to tell you about Kara on the way to his truck but you kept changing the subject. You had no idea that you’d feel better about their interaction after hearing Kara was his babysitter who was now married with children. You should’ve let him talk, and you would’ve if Jack hadn’t ruined you; he turned you into the kind of jealous and paranoid girlfriend you swore you’d never become. Chris was slowly working away the wall you’d built up but you were with Jack for five years, and you’d only been together with Chris for one.

“Are you okay?” Chris asked when he realized you barely spoke in the fifteen minute drive home. “You’ve been awfully quiet since we got into the truck,” he pointed out and you forced a smile on your face. “Oh wow,” he commented sarcastically, “I feel much better after that reassuring smile. Seriously, Y/N,” his eyes narrowed with concern. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I’m fine, Chris. I’m just tired,” you told him then reached for the handle to let yourself out of the truck. You opened the door only to have him reach over and close it again. “What are you doing?” You pried his hand off the handle and was about to exit when he locked all the doors from his master lock. “Seriously?” You turned to him with narrowed eyes. “I told you I’m fine.”

“And I know you well enough to know that you’re not fine,” he retorted. “We’re not going anywhere until we talk about what’s bothering you. You were fine at breakfast, you were fine when I left you, so what went wrong? Did you read something about us on your phone? Did you get a mean tweet? What is it? Tell me so I can fix it.”

“It’s nothing, Chris.” You tried to assure him but your tone wasn’t convincing; you sounded hurt and agitated and on the verge of breaking down, and it wasn’t because of him- it was you. “Now can you let me out of the truck?”

“I already told you, we’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s bothering you.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I have all day, Y/N. If you don’t talk then we’re going to sit in this truck until you talk or I figure it out.” You heaved a sigh. “It’s up to you, we can do it the easy way or the hard way.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you bit, feeling your eyes well with tears at how ridiculous you were being. Chris was right, something was wrong but it had nothing to do with him. It was you, it was always you. He’d never do anything to hurt you, so why were you being such an idiot? All he did was talk to the girl, so why were you acting so jealous and upset? “Now let me out of the truck.”

“You’re telling me nothing’s wrong when it’s obvious you’re about to cry, Y/N.” His tone softened as he uncrossed his arms. “What is it? Can you just tell me so we can move on with our lives? You know I hate seeing you like this, so talk to me. Tell me how I can make things better,” he gently took your hands into his.

“Who was that girl?” You asked then spoke before he could answer. “You know what- don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. You’re allowed to talk to other girls, I’m just being stupid so- Ignore me, okay?” He felt his eyes narrow; he forgot about Jack which meant he had no idea why you were acting like this. “You’re Chris Evans, of course you’re going to talk to other girls.” You mumbled under your breath but he heard it.

“Is that the kind of guy you think I am?” You could hear the hurt in his voice. “Do you honestly think that just because I’m Chris Evans, I’m going to talk to other girls and cheat on you? I’m just a regular guy, Y/N. Just because I’m an actor, doesn’t mean I’m a cheater. I would never do that to you, ever.” He told you what you already knew. “If you think that’s the kind of person I am then- maybe I fell in-love with the wrong person.”

“Maybe,” you swallowed, ignoring the urge to start crying. “Maybe we should quit while we’re ahead,” you told him and his heart dropped. “I’m clearly not good in relationships, especially ones with a guy everybody wants.” You said and he remembered what you told him about Jack; he suddenly understood why you were acting the way you were. “I’ll grab my things and go if you’ll just let me out of the truck.”


You reached over and unlocked the doors yourself, hopping out of the truck and slamming the door shut behind you. You started to cry the moment your back was towards Chris; he rested his arms on the steering wheel and buried his face in his arms, cussing under his breath. He knew how badly your ex-boyfriend left you, he promised he’d be patient and understanding, but at that moment- it completely slipped his mind. In fact- he was pretty sure he used the same sentence your ex-boyfriend used when you confronted him about his infidelity.

“Y/N, wait!” He rushed out of the truck and ran towards the house, where you stood at the front door too blinded by your tears to find the house key. “Y/N, I’m sorry.” He turned you around and hugged you tightly. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your hair as you sobbed, hugging him back. “I shouldn’t have said any of that. I should’ve just told you Kara was my babysitter growing up and that she’s married with kids and it was all a misunderstanding.”

“I’m sorry too,” you cried into his chest. “I know you’re not Jack, I just-” you pulled away to look at you, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Chris.” He gently brushed away your tears with his thumbs. “I don’t want to break up with you.”

“Good, because I wasn’t really going to let you.” He told you and you managed a chuckle, despite your uncontrollable crying. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with Chris Evans, whether you like it or not.” He teased and you buried yourself in his arms again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Well, to me, it means it’s comfortable. Familiar, yet deeply moving….It’s beautiful when the weather’s not hot or cold.  Kind of like you don’t notice it. Kind of like it’s perfect because everything is so balanced, that you don’t even feel it. And while you’re feeling that non-feeling, you look up in the sky, and you almost think that’s why. Because how every is, right now. All the stars and planets, and us, and the ground, and the cells, and molecules. Right now is exactly the reason why now is comfortable.
—  Kimberly, Comet (2014) // i never know what that means when people say that. ‘it’s a beautiful night.’  what does that mean?
Daily hazards of being a Ben Whishaw fan

1) Every time you hear a Queen song, you just think of the Freddie Mercury biopic that’s stuck in production hell and get really emotional

2) You imagine how much better every movie would be if Ben was the star… and the supporting cast, and the love interest. Really, just let him have all the parts

3) You constantly have to explain to people that he’s really, actually super hot – and that they just don’t realize it yet

4) Looking creepy when you become visibly flustered by Paddington’s voice

5) …And responding with way too much enthusiasm to virtually anything to do with Paddington

6) You start finding other people’s hair inadequate

7) You develop a scientific theory for how he dances like this:

8) Feeling like a detective as you scrutinize his characters for any and all signs of gayness, however subtle

9) Paying the price of admission just for that 5-second scene of Ben dicking around in the background

10) …And coming out of the theater completely satisfied

11) You catch yourself smiling sometimes when you remember that Ben met Daniel Craig when he was just 17, and now they’re playing l̶o̶v̶e̶r̶s̶ ̶two of the most iconic characters in cinema history opposite each other

12) Channeling Sebastian Flyte when you’re drunk but need to act suave

13) You quote Freddie Lyon like he’s Shakespeare, but nobody gets it

14) Finding people with shifty eyes attractive now

15) Tumblr

Anything I missed?

I don’t understand why in the movies, characters of an ugly girl are portrayed by hot actresses dressed in an ‘ugly’ way. They make her wear braces and glasses and ugly wigs. That’s to show she’s ‘ugly.’

Why not just hire a girl who is not traditionally beautiful in the eyes of this discriminative society to prove the point of the movie that is 'no matter how your external appearance looks, you are beautiful.’

This just shows that sometimes the filming industry can be hypocritical. Mostly, the people who play their stars or main characters are the ones that look good to the public which are of course the ones who are skinny and pretty because that’s what beautiful looks like for the public and anything less than that are deemed to be not as beautiful.

If you’re trying to change the definition of this beautiful into something more realistic and true, why not defy the traditional way of your casting? Like stop casting the fat people as the funny best friend or the sidekick, show that the meaning of beautiful to society shouldn’t always the people with pretty hair and pretty skin because that’s not all. Beautiful can be thick, fat, skinny, whatever color of the skin or the eyes, whatever race, whatever he or she believes in, whatever the sexual orientation, however she or he looks.

Lee Pace’s Favorite Songs:

  • ROCK: “The Hills” - The Weeknd
  • LOVE: “Hysteric” - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
  • HIGH SCHOOL: “All Mine” - Portishead
  • ABOUT A CITY: “Look Out Cleaveland” - The Band
  • DANCE: “Danger! High Voltage” - Electric Six
  • LIVE: “Little Red Corvette” - Prince
  • RNB: “Pyramids” - Frank Ocean
  • DUET: “Poncho & Lefty” - Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard
  • MOM AND DAD: “Drifter’s Wife” - JJ Cale
  • CHRISTMAS: “Lumberjack Christmas” - Sufjan Stevens
  • MOVIE: “Bang Bang” - Nancy Sinatra
  • HAPPY: “Home” - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes
  • REGGAE: “Riding for a Fall” - Delroy Wilson
  • ALL TIME: “Young Americans” - David Bowie

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