i always wondered what those were for

a compilation of some of my favourite composer quotes:

“Too many pieces of music finish too long after the end.”  - Igor Stravinsky

“I am sure my music has a taste of codfish in it.” - Edvard Grieg 

“Never look at the trombones. It only encourages them.” - Richard Strauss

“He’d be better off shovelling snow than scribbling on manuscript paper.” - Richard Strauss on Schoenberg

“I liked your opera. I think I will set it to music.” - Ludvig van Beethoven

“I have written a chorale both sober and suitable. In it I have put everything I know about boredom. I dedicate this to those who do not like me.” - Erik Satie

“ Mr. Wagner has beautiful moments but bad quarters of an hour.” - Gioacchino Rossini

“What a good thing this isn’t music.” - Gioacchino Rossini on Berlioz’s Symphonie Fantastique 

“Oh how wonderful, really wonderful opera would be if there were no singers!” - Gioacchino Rossini

“In opera there is always too much singing.” - Claude Debussy

“Bring me coffee before I turn into a goat!” - Johann Sebastian Bach

“Listening to the 5th Symphony of Ralph Vaughan Williams is like staring at a cow for 45 minutes.” - Aaron Copland 

“The audience expected something big, something colossal, but they were served instead with some agitated water in a saucer.” - Louis Schnieder on Debussy’s La Mer

“He gives me the impression of being a spoilt child.” - Clara Schumann on Liszt 

“What a giftless bastard!” - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky on Brahms

“Handel is only fourth rate. He is not even interesting.” - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

“Bach on the wrong notes” -  Sergei Prokofiev on Stravinsky 

And, saving the best for last…

“Lick my ass up and down” -Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 

Feel free to add more! (Also please don’t think that I agree with all of these, I am a huge fan of Symphonie Fantastique and La Mer!!)

Why Wonder Woman was so Important to Me

I had the opportunity to see Wonder Woman recently, and I was left awestruck.  Wonder Woman is such a timeless character, and I feel this story and the way the film was made really captured the heart of the original character.  With DC’s track record, it had a high chance of being lazy and bad.  But it wasn’t.  It was original. Refreshing. I cried a lot, and here’s why.

1. Women Are Strong 

I’m not one to loudly complain about the misrepresentation of women in media (though we often are).  We’ve had some really awesome and strong female characters over the past couple years.  But somehow, Wonder Woman took this in a completely new direction.  Watching the Amazons fight the invaders on the beach nearly brought me to tears.  It was so special for me to see women take on roles we rarely see them in.  They were the fighters, the protectors, the providers.  There are many women out in the world right now who are fighting their own battles, much like the Amazons.  They’re providing for their families or serving their countries through the military.  It was a pleasant reminder that while men and women have differences, they are equally strong and skilled.

(Also yay for a female director!)

2. Actions Speak Louder

Many times, Wonder Woman is questioned.  She’s scoffed at for being a women (which would have been very common during that time).  She’s underestimated.  But what’s so amazing here is that she never has to prove herself to the men.  It would’ve been so easy for the movie to fall into that common trope.  She never argues with a man and she focuses her attention on others instead of herself.  She wants to kill Ares and stop the war. And in the end, her actions speak louder then her words ever could.  What I took from this is to rise to action.  Stop talking and start doing.  Ignore what others say, because you know what you can do.  Hold your head high and rise above.

3. Mutual Respect Brings the Most Success

As I said before, it would have been easy for the film to fall into certain tropes.  A trope we often see nowadays is a woman proving that she (or all women) are better then men.  That’s never a point of conflict in this film.  Her love interest, Steve, fights as her equal.  He isn’t clumsy or weak to make Wonder Woman look stronger.  He believes in her and helps her to the best of his ability. When they become interested in each other romantically, they both hold their own.  They love each other but are not dependent on one another.  We see the rest of the men in their gang react the same way later on.  They all eventually come to love and respect Diana.  It’s a great reminder that feminism is about collaboration and equality, not one gender being better then the other.  We each have something to bring to the table and our differences are what makes us stronger. 

4. It’s Okay to not be Okay

There’s a really interesting character in Wonder Woman’s gang named Charlie.  He’s supposed to be the world’s top shooter, but time and time again he fails.  He seen some things that have damaged him pretty heavily.  What’s really interesting about this character is that we never see this issue resolved.  He doesn’t have his big “hero moment” where he is suddenly able to shoot and save the day.  This is so much like real life.  We’ve all been hurt, and it’s ok to be damaged.  You have nothing to prove, but your great efforts will help everything to turn out right in the end.  At one point, Charlie even says to Diana “You don’t need me, you’re better of without me.” To this she replies “No, Charlie, if you’re not here, who will sing?” This implies that Charlie is still a valued member of the group, despite his shortcomings.  His friends are able to recognize his other strengths when he cannot.  


5. There is Much Darkness in the World, But Love Will Save the Day

Not much to say here, as Diana said it all in her own monologue:

“I used to want to save the world, to end war and bring peace to mankind. But then I glimpsed the darkness that lives within their light. I learnt that inside every one of them there will always be both. The choice each must make for themselves - something no hero will ever defeat. And now I know… that only love can truly save the world. So now I stay, I fight, and I give - for the world I know can be. This is my mission now, for ever.”

Often times love is portrayed as a great weakness. But it isn’t.  To love is to truly see beauty in the world.  To love is to be brave and strong.  Love is the greatest power of all.  

Additional Notes:

We must learn to forgive.  Diana had the opportunity to kill the chemist responsible for Steve’s death.  And she chose not too, instead focusing on the larger problem at hand and in turn leaving the past in the past.

There were not gratuitous or sexualized shots of the women in the film.  The framing was based around the action.  The women were all beautiful, but the film relied on it’s story and the strength of it’s lead rather then her beauty. 

There will always be hardship. There isn’t always one bad guy to fight.  We all will have to continue to fight our demons and endure through our trials.  But it’s the light and the love, those precious moments, that we fight for.

Thanks Wonder Woman.  You inspired me, and I’m so grateful.  I don’t think I’ve seen a superhero movie with more heart.  There will be many days ahead where I think “What would Wonder Woman do?” 

*I may edit and add on to more of this at a later time, but I wanted to get my initial thoughts out!

For a while, you were my every poem. I knew I couldn’t draw, so I tried to write you down instead. I don’t think any of those pieces did you justice. No metaphors or similes I could pen could actually encompass what it was like to experience you. I wonder if you ever came across any of them, if you smiled or laughed or maybe even cried, depending on the content. They weren’t always happy pieces. I never did feel right seeing a sunset without you. Your voice was the only song I would never think of skipping if given the option, so when I was no longer allowed to hear it, I longed for it. I guess that’s how it goes when someone you love leaves. You wish you loved them harder and held onto them tighter when you had the chance, as if somehow the fault is in the strength of your muscles. Some would say that Shakespeare got it wrong, that the fault really is in our stars, that they just weren’t meant to be. I don’t know what to say about us. Maybe fate had something to do with it, but what about free will? You didn’t have to go. You could’ve stayed, we could’ve tried to make things work, but you decided to walk away anyway. How could I blame the stars for that?
—  maxwelldpoetry | The fault in ourselves.

“What if I didn’t care too much? ” he said while looking at her, trying to imagine that she’s someone else. That he’s not asking this question to someone he loves truly—for the fact that he doesn’t want to hurt her. He never wants to cause heartbreak, especially to her. But because he can’t take it any longer, he took a deep breath and continued, “You don’t need to answer me. I just…you know…I just really have to let this out. Because it’s hard. I know you’re not even asking me to care about you this much, you didn’t even ask me to hold you up whenever you feel that you’re about to shatter and fall to the ground. But I care, hell I still care. And you know the only reason why I do. Why I always claim to be—that person who is always on your side—and it doesn’t matter whether you’re on your darkest times or brightest hours. I’ll still be there, to cheer you up when you’re down, and to clap my hands for you, to hug you warmly and to congratulate you every time you achieved something you always wanted.”.

He paused reminiscing all the good and bad times that they were together. He remembered the times she tried pushing him away. But he never left her. Because he knew that time was the moment that she needed him the most.

“Yet now, I wonder. What if I didn’t fall in love with you? Will I still care about you? Will I’m going to be one of those people who left you once they were ignored by you? Will I’m still going to be here—standing firmly next to you? ”. he said. He didn’t wait for her answer, instead he continued saying, “I honestly don’t know what exactly I would do. Because the moment I saw you, I never imagined being away from you. I never saw myself leaving you. I never ever saw myself not caring this much about you. And that’s the reason why—it hurts at the same time.”.

He looked at her just to find her staring back at him. With her eyes so beautiful that the stars weren’t enough to describe the way her eyes shone that night. He slowly grabbed her hands, closing it with his.

And when he looked back at her, both of them have tears in their eyes, as he said “Because the truth is, no matter how hard I try to move my feet miles apart from you, I can’t. I just can’t run away from you.

—  ma.c.a // Love Pushed Me To You
Ruin my chances at my dream job, will you? Please, let me return the favor.
(long story. tl;dr at the end)

I am a nurse. When I was in nursing school, I loved my rotation through ICU and wanted nothing more than to be an ICU nurse, because I eventually wanted to become a nurse anesthetist (ICU experience is required for anesthesia school). My first job after graduation was not in ICU, but after 10 months as a nurse, I was offered a position in a Multi-system ICU. It was a training program for new nurses and I was told I would get 16 weeks of training. Fantastic! I was so excited! Then right before I started, I was told, oops, no, you actually only get 6 weeks of training. Um, okay, kind of concerned that that’s not enough time, but I’m going to try my best. I was somewhat apprehensive, but still excited. Until I met my preceptor.

This girl was undoubtedly intelligent and knew her job, but she was so mean to me that I was regularly having near-panic attacks in the few weeks I worked there. She would send huge emails to the educator about how much I sucked, and would ream me out in front of other staff and patients (one time one of the other nurses had to intervene). The other girl who started the program at the same time as me even said how awful my preceptor was being to me. She was also arrogant as fuck, and always bragged about shit, like how her fiancé (who was a practicing nurse anesthetist and made a lot of money) paid all this money for her engagement ring, and paid all this money for his surprise proposal, and how once they were married and had kids if she wanted a thousand dollar baby stroller, that’s what he was going to buy her, and how her wedding was going to be so big and fancy and expensive and perfect. And she was one of those people who was “super Christian,” and was fake nice and passive aggressive when talking to you that it starts to make you wonder if you’re crazy for seeing the vile in them. I hated her with the fire of a thousand burning suns.

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  • Sakura: I know someone who has a crush on you ;)
  • Naruto: Is it-
  • Sakura: Not me, baka.
  • Naruto: Oh... Who, then?
  • Sakura: Well I promised I wouldn't tell but... If you guess who it is, it's won't be a problem, right?
  • Naruto: Uh right! Right! Give me a hint!
  • Sakura: This person has pale skin, and black hair, and they're from a very old, powerful clan
  • Naruto: Um...
  • Sakura: Also, when we were in the academy, they were always watching you, though you never seemed to notice
  • Naruto: Eto...
  • Sakura: They have a rare bloodline limit
  • Naruto: *scratches his head and squints*
  • Sakura: It gives them very special eyes
  • Naruto: So, you're telling me this person... *counts on his fingers, muttering* and they... Aha! I get it.
  • Sakura: Finally
  • Naruto: Hehe, Sasuke, that bastard must be pretty embarrassed
  • Naruto: Oh well, I guess it makes sense
  • Naruto: Though it's weird that we're both guys...
  • Naruto: Don't tell him I said this, but I always thought he was really pretty, not like a girl, just, um, in a different way
  • Naruto: And he's really cool, but, but sweet too, like awkward in a cute way when he tries to be nice. Plus we understand each-other.
  • Naruto: Even though we fight a lot- hell, even fighting with him is really fun.
  • Naruto: And those times we kissed... They were an accident, but damn, that bastard had soft lips. I wonder if- uh *blushes* never mind.
  • Naruto: All things considered, it could be a lot worse
  • Naruto: I wonder if I should ask him out on- Sakura-chan?
  • Sakura: It's- It's-
  • Naruto: Sakura-chan, your eye is twitch-
  • Sakura: HINATA
  • Naruto: What?
  • Sakura: HINATA, SHE'S THE ONE WHO- HINATA, SHE'S A GIRL, SHE'S ALWAYS- THE CHUNIN EXAMS, NEJI'S COUSIN, YOU CAN NOT BE THIS DENSE, BAKA NARUTO!
  • Naruto: ...
  • Sakura: ...
  • Naruto: I don't get it. What does Hinata have to do with Sasuke and me?
  • Sakura: You know what, never mind. Yeah, take him out to eat ramen. Figure out how you'll revive his clan together while you're at it. It's not going to be easy since you're both guys, but when was anything ever easy for you two? It never stopped you before.
  • Sakura: Kami-sama, I tried. I really did. I'll leave the rest up to you.
  • Naruto: Sakura-chan, you're not making any sense. Where are you going? Oi, Sakura-chan!

anonymous asked:

Aurie, about the part in the Uprising Arc where Eren tells Jean not to bring mud tracks onto the floor and adds that it will displease Levi, most haters/non-shippers argue that Eren acted that way because he was worried and was afraid of what Levi might do to him. Your thoughts?

This made me laugh, because from all the things people could say from that moment, that one is probably the one I less expected!

But if, as you say, they were haters, it isn’t rare that they will try to interpret the facts on a way that suits their intentions…

My opinion on that scene is way different from that though!

It happens during chapter 51, they are preparing things before Levi arrives to the cabin. Eren has been of course cleaning because of this, but Jean, Sasha and Armin accidentally ruin his work while bringing the supplies inside.

Eren is definitely not happy with this! And he clearly tells Jean that Levi won’t be satisfied with their actions. Eren has been on Levi’s squad for longer, and he knows what Levi will be expecting of them on that regard.

However I do not think this has anything to do with fear! Eren isn’t scared of Levi’s reaction, or anything of the sorts. I’m going to jump a little bit further until the start of Chapter 52, after Levi arrives and when he discovers they haven’t cleaned as well as they should have.

Eren’s reaction in here always makes me laugh, haha. But I want to focus on Levi’s. He simply acknowledges their “lax cleaning job”, but he barely reacts to it. Yes, he has other priorities at the moment, but also this is just not such an important thing, and definitely not something that would upset Levi that much.

Fandom sometimes exaggerates things, and both Levi’s obsession with cleanliness and his violent tendencies are probably the two things that get exaggerated the most.

It’s true Levi has been violent on some occasions, but only when he truly has a reason for it. I might not agree with his methods in that regard, but he’s not going to beat them up for not cleaning some dirt under the table! And he might want things to be clean, but he isn’t going to suddenly go crazy if everything isn’t perfectly inmmaculate.

So I do not think Eren is scared of Levi reacting that way. I personally think Eren is not scared of Levi in any way. He respects him, I’m sure he’s careful around him, and probably feels a bit intimidated by him, but he doesn’t fear him.

So why was Eren so worried about this? Well, there are many reasons we could find. Of course Eren wants to please Levi, as he respects and admires him. He also wants to be a good soldier, since he always has wanted to be in the Survey Corps, and he takes his duties very seriously.

But I want to focus on something else:

We’re back to Chapter 51, this scene happens just after the one with Jean. Armin is wondering why were they chosen for the new squad Levi, and questioning if they’re good enough. Notice Eren’s expression while listening to this conversation, and how his immediate reaction is telling them again how they have to finish cleaning before Levi arrives.

Like I said before, Eren has been in Levi’s squad for longer, and knows what Levi will expect of them. And how high those expectations have been set by those who came before them.

I think it’s pretty clear after seeing this page what Eren was really thinking and why he reacted like that. Here he remembers how things were with Levi’s old squad and how good they were. He wants the new squad to work hard and be just as good. And the pain on his face is also obvious.

We know Eren had been feeling guilty for their death. Eren puts the weight of their deaths over his shoulders himself, as well as any other deaths caused by his decisions or somehow in relation to him, so this isn’t rare.

But I don’t think his actions here are only caused by him feeling guilty. And not just because he wants to please Levi, or because he simply wants them to be good soldiers. 

I think it’s possible he doesn’t want Levi to notice the difference that much, and miss the presence of his old squad. He wants everything to be perfect for when he arrives. That way Levi won’t have to make comparisons, or think about of how things would have been if the others were still alive.

People don’t often give Eren the credit he deserves on matters such as this. I think it was very thoughtful of him to worry about Levi and his feelings this way, trying to make the transition as easiest as possible for him, and wanting to save him the pain of feeling the absence of the ones who aren’t there anymore.

"I'm not your blind date but you came over and I was eating alone so I went with it and now you're calling me by a different name" AU

I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymore

Lena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.

So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.

She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.

The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.

“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.

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For a while, you were my every poem. I knew I couldn’t draw,  so I tried to write you down instead. I don’t think any of those pieces did you justice. No metaphors or similes I could pen could actually encompass what it was like to experience you. I wonder if you ever came across any of them, if you smiled or laughed or maybe even cried, depending on the content. They weren’t always happy pieces. I never did feel right seeing a sunset without you. Your voice was the only song I would never think of skipping if given the option, so when I was no longer allowed to hear it, I longed for it. I guess that’s how it goes when someone you love leaves. You wish you loved them harder and held onto them tighter when you had the chance, as if somehow the fault is in the strength of your muscles. Some would say that Shakespeare got it wrong, that the fault really is in our stars, that they just weren’t meant to be. I don’t know what to say about us. Maybe fate had something to do with it, but what about free will? You didn’t have to go. You could’ve stayed, we could’ve tried to make things work, but you decided to walk away anyway. How could I blame the stars for that?
—  The fault in ourselves. // Maxwell Diawuoh
Hands.

Pairing: Bucky/Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Metal arm porn, fingering, dirty talk, Bucky being a cocky lil shit. Me loving my Buck-Buck.

Word Count: 2631.

Rating: 18+

So… @sexylibrarian1 once wrote me something about Bucky’s hands and I had this floating around (obviously what she wrote is 1000% better than this, go read it) and I decided to post it. My wife is inspiring, if I was John Legend she’d be one of my Chrissy’s because @thecrownedrose would be the other.

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‘’Sometimes, I think, it’s better if we are like what we fucking are now-

       And those times, I regret for not doing anything for him.
   
               For hurting him, for punishing him for being born quirkless…
 
                       I wonder if he hates me as much as I love him.’’

Anan translation - Endo Aya’s strategies for going after the sextuplets.

Totoko’s voice actress’s comments about what the brothers might be like to go out with and her tips on how to win them from the recent Anan special magazine. 

Endo Aya’s strategies for going after the sextuplets.

Totoko-chan, the super cute only girl in the group. She’s very popular with the sextuplets, and we’re as jealous as could be. Together with Endo Aya who performed her, we’re going to examine their manly charms in a somewhat serious way!

She’s Totoko-chan so she understands?! The sextuplets “manly charms.”

The beloved heroine Totoko, whom the sextuplets never stop admiring. Since she is approached by them constantly on a daily basis, she’s bound to know about their attitudes towards love, and (we’re not sure whether or not they actually have any) their manly charms. Therefore, we threw Endo Aya, who played Totoko the closest observer of the sextuplets for half a year, the silly question, “What are they like as men?”

(Endo) To start with, whatever they may say, I think that they are kind boys. No matter how selfish Totoko gets, they face her head on and take the blow. This time, I tried thinking about each of them carefully, but even though they are jobless virgin NEETs who sponge off their family, there are moments when I suddenly felt like they were “good men” and I got flustered, lol. Despite telling myself that “If I went out with them they’d definitely be a burden,” I had a hard time keeping my cool. (Lol)

So she has analysed each of their manly charms, from Osomatsu to Todomatsu, and has proposed her strategies for going after them.

With this you can be just like Totoko… perhaps?

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“Yes,” said Eustace, “and whenever you’ve tried to get her to come and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia, she says ‘What wonderful memories you have! Fancy you still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.’ ”

“Oh Susan!” said Jill. “She’s interested in nothing nowadays except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grow-up.”

“Grown-up, indeed,” said the Lady Polly. “I wish she would grow up. She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she’ll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age. Her whole idea is to race on to the silliest time of one’s life as quick as she can and then stop there as long as she can.”

“Well, let’s not talk about that now,” said Peter.

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(Your boyfriend Jin is reluctant to allow his sexual fantasy to become a reality.)

Warning: Smut, male dom, female sub, spanking, fellatio, teasing, intercourse, dirty talk. I am so going to hell for writing stuff like this.

“Jin.  Jin!  Jinnie! Yah, KIM SEOKJIN WAKE UP!”

Your attempts to gently nudge your boyfriend awake had failed, so you shook him awake instead.  You had already been up for an hour, had showered, dressed, did your hair and makeup and were ready to go do something fun for the day.  Your boyfriend, Jin, was always so busy with work it was rare to have a whole day for just the two of you.  You had spent the night at his place so you could get an early start on your plans for the day.  First was a bike ride in the park, then a picnic lunch, a trip to the aquarium, a puppy café, a movie, dinner, late night bowling and drinks.  Jin had laughed at you when you told him your list of what you had planned, and he was right, it would be impossible to do everything, but you wanted to try to do as much as you could.

Jin wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down onto the bed so your head was against his chest. He held you tightly so you couldn’t move much. “Baby, why don’t we just sleep a little while longer.   You wore me out last night.”

You smiled thinking of last night.  Making love with Jin was always such a pleasure.  He wasn’t adventurous in bed, but he was a generous lover, always making sure you were well taken care of.  You sometimes missed the wilder sexual activities you experienced with previous boyfriends, but you wouldn’t trade Jin for anyone else in the world. He was by far the kindest boyfriend you had ever had.

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Imagine This Scenario...

I’ve always wondered what PLL would be like if it was on a different network. Maybe a more adult network? What would it have been like if it didn’t turn all about romance? If MK & Co didn’t listen/believe Twitter was the voice of the entire fandom and write to please them? What if there weren’t as many restrictions? What if they had different, more focused writers who were intent on making A a true villain that would scare fans for years to come? What if motives were serious and everything made sense? With all those “What if’s”, I came up with a scenario how I would write an interaction scene between A and the liars just to demonstrate how sick and twisted A really is with no pushback from a subpar network….

This would take place in the Dollhouse aka the arc that had SO much potential but ended up being only two episode long. (Use your imagination with this one, it’ll make it much more real)

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Why Aquamarine is what got me back into Steven Universe

Ok, so let’s talk Steven Universe.

I’m sure most of you are familiar with the show at this point. You’re most likely either a fan of it, or one of the people who think the show is grossly overrated. Honestly I only ever see two people in those categories. You either love the show to death or think people should stop talking about it. Me, however, I was always in the middle. I liked the show and it’s humble beginnings, it was a nice show with amazing art direction, wonderful use of colors, a cast of amazing character that are mostly female, and some really interesting plot points…

That’s what I used to think of the show. As time went on I felt like things started to slow down too much. The pace went from steady and interesting to something of a crawl. Characters were starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel for character interaction, things started getting less interesting and dare I bring up the inconsistent character proportions? I didn’t start hating the show, I just thought it was loosing my interest. I still think of the show fondly, even during that slow period but I just kinda stopped. I felt the show lost something of an edge that it had, some real conflict to give way to some good character interactions. Not that the show was bad, I don’t think I can really ever say the show reached a point where I can say it’s poorly made (even baring the Finger Cats in mind). 

Than, Aquamarine showed up.

Oh boy, Aquamarine. Where do I begin? Well, let me just say this for clarification. I stopped watching Steven Universe but I knew very well what was going on in the plot. I knew about Blue Diamond, The Zoo, The thing with the one Ruby, etc. So when I watched the two episodes with Aquamarine I wasn’t clueless and knew enough to continue watching. When I first saw her I thought “Daw, that’s a cute character design. I’m guessing that seeing as she’s asking for her dad, maybe we’ll see our first male gem? Or maybe younger gems see their Kindergartens as parental figures, or they have Male father figure gems in Kindergartens?” And watched these episodes to see what this cutie was going to do.

And than she showed up in I am My Mom and…holy fuck.

Aquamarine is a cold hearted bitch. She’s such a volatile, destructive, commanding, vindictive little fairy bitch…

And I love it.

This is the sort of conflict I was WAITING for. Sure, there was enough conflict before to keep the story going but I still felt that the show was going too slow for me to want to keep watching. This however, kicked things into high gear and I love it. Aquamarine reminds me a lot of how people saw Peridot back when she first showed up, but honestly, I think Aqua’s introduction to the show FAR surpasses Peridot’s. Not to say I don’t like Peridot (even though I personally think the writers of the show have been making her a bit…less interesting. I prefer the sassy smack talking gremlin we had, so hopefully this conflict will help bring that back)

But with Aquamarine, she was shown to be so cold. Remember when Peridot showed up and she just destroyed one of the orb robots with her foot? That was pretty intimidating. Although Aqua takes it to a whole new level by threatening Jamie with death. This is an important moment in the show because, well, think about it.

With most of the antagonists we’ve had their main mission is the destruction of Earth. Of course, that’s a bad thing. Although this is the first time the steaks are personal. We’re not dealing with a huge, cosmic destruction that will harm millions. This is a personal, hostage situation. Aquamarine is threatening to kill not just Jamie, but everyone she has captured if she doesn’t get her way. And considering the tone of the show before this, that’s a big deal.

Another one of my favorite things is when she says this line:

“But the Diamonds needed me, that’s the burden of being the best.”

Notice the wording of that sentence. Before this, all the gems working under the Diamonds have talked about them like the Diamonds are gods. People to be worshiped and feared, to the point where those gems felt The Diamonds completed them. This is completely different. Aqua is talking about The Diamonds like they need her. Like if Aqua wasn’t around, The Diamonds wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. Meaning that in a way, Aqua thinks of herself more highly than The Diamonds.

Let that sink in.

Aqua thinks more highly of herself THAN THE DIAMONDS.

That is a big deal to me because it goes to show how far Aqua might go for whatever sick goals she has in store. Something tells me there’s more to Aqua than her allegiance to The Diamonds. Honestly Aqua reminds me a lot of Fawful from the Mario & Luigi series.

Fawful, from the games he comes from, was an underling to the antagonist of Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga. At first he seems like something of a ratty underling to a higher power, until his resurgence in Mario & Luigi: Bowser’s Inside Story where he becomes one of the strongest antagonists in the Mario Universe, and comes the closest in all of Mario History to destroy everything.

By the way, if you haven’t played the Mario & Luigi series, do yourself a favor and change that. You’re really missing out. There’s some rumors going around that a remake of Superstar Saga is coming soon so if that’s true, than snag that as soon as it comes out.

Back on Aqua though, I really look forward to more of her, and hope she’s truly as diabolical as I hope she is.

Sleep

Draco let out the breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he stepped through the fireplace and into his own living room. He could feel the tension in his shoulders slowly melting as he went through the familiar and comforting routine of stepping out of his shoes and placing them neatly against the side of the mantelpiece. He straightened the pair of ratty trainers next to his with a small fond smile on his lips.

Straightening up he headed to the hallway that lead to their bedroom through the living room, taking in the comforting feel of Harry’s magic as it gently caressed any patch of bared skin it could feel.

Opening the bedroom door, Draco’s smile widened as he took in the sleeping figure on their bed. All he could see of his husband was the top of his hair sticking up over the top of the quilt and one foot that poked out of the bottom. He could hear the light snores that told him Harry had been asleep for a while.

The magic he felt was stronger now, he could feel in envelope him more now he was in the bedroom and he didn’t mind one bit. When he had first discovered that Harry’s magic seemed to have a mind of its own when Harry slept, it had been a bit unnerving. What if it attacked him? But now, after ten years of being together, it was comforting. He knew he didn’t have anything to be truly worried of. When Harry’s magic did this, it was just echoing the last feelings that Harry had had towards whatever it touched. That was probably why every muggle alarm clock Harry had ever brought in here was always found smouldering in the corner the next morning.

Draco disrobed and hung his outer robes back up in his side of the wardrobe and threw everything else in the white plastic standing washing basket on his way into the small bathroom off of the bedroom. He quietly closed the door behind himself and set his wand on the sink before casting a silencing charm and turning on the shower. 


The bathroom smelt like Harry’s shower wash and it made Draco smile even wider. No matter how many times he smelt or experienced it, it was always comforting on a very deep level knowing that his husband had been in here and done very normal things in the same space Draco had. He had felt safe and comfortable enough to do so. The apartment felt lived in and happy. Compared to his old one he had on his own. It was not empty and cold.

After taking as long as he could in the shower, he emerged from the bathroom in a puff of white steam with a large white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair hung limply on one side and dripped water into his eyes. He dried himself off as efficiently as possible, getting rid of the remnants of his day, leaving him clean and dry.

He summoned a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms from the top draw on the other side of the room and slipped them on, his back to the bed. Draco wondered what he should make for dinner, or whether Harry already had. There was no use in guessing whether Harry had by checking if he could smell anything. Harry hated the smell of lingering food and always spelled away any stubborn sent as soon as they were done eating.

Draco turned around back towards the bed and found two very intense green eyes staring back at him from the top of the quilt. He still felt his breath catch every time he caught those beautiful eyes looking his way.

“Did I wake you?” He asked softly.

Harry just shook his head and stretched. Draco followed the outline of his body through the quilt. He looked back up as he saw Harry reach an arm out.

“Come here” Came a very sleepy voice and Draco lifted an eyebrow. The hand made a grabby motion when Draco didn’t move and he couldn’t help the snort that left his lips.

“So demanding” He tutted but couldn’t help himself from walking towards the bed.

A small huff came from under the blanket as Harry fell back when Draco perched on the edge of the bed next to him. He lifted his hand and ran it through the unruly hair that fell into Harry’s eyes and fanned across the pillow underneath it.

Harry made a satisfied hum in the back of his throat and before Draco knew what was happening, a hand shot out from the quilt and pulled him forward by his arm. He ended up sprawled out, with Harry putting his head into the space between his neck and shoulder, nuzzling slightly. Draco let out a pleased sigh as he felt Harry’s stubble scratch across his skin. He really should pull away and let Harry sleep. He really didn’t mean to wake him up.

“You smell nice” Harry’s voice was thick with sleep and Draco tried his hardest to stop himself from wrapping himself around his husband.

“I showered” He murmured back, kissing the top of Harry’s head lightly.

“Mmm, I made dinner, it’s in the oven” Harry sat up a bit, his head resting on his elbow right in front of Draco’s. “I was going to wait up for you, I’m sorry” He looked apologetic and Draco just smiled even more.

“It’s okay” He took in the slight redness of Harry’s eyes and the small bags under his eyes “You can go back to sleep if you want”

Harry just smiled back at him “But I missed you” He reached a hand up and smoothed it through Draco’s hair making him tilt his head back slightly. “A lot” Those last words came out in a breathy whisper before Harry had moved forward and started kissing the length of Draco’s throat, purposefully rubbing his stubbled cheeks across the skin as he went.

“Harry” Draco warned in a slight moan, tilting his head back further. Harry needed his sleep, this is why he was just going to head straight to the kitchen. Harry was honestly insatiable and Draco needed to make him sleep if he needed it.

But Merlin, the way Harry’s lips felt ghosting across the sensitive skin under his ear and the sound of his soft breaths were making it hard to focus.

“Draco” Harry whispered back, nipping at Draco’s earlobe.

Draco closed his eyes and gripped the back of Harry’s head, moaning softly as Harry’s free hand slid across his side and pulled him closer. Harry was so warm, and he smelt so fucking good, Draco all but forgot about making him sleep.

It wasn’t until he was staring up at Harry, on his back that his senses came back to him. He wrapped his leg around Harry’s and flipped them.

Harry left out a breath and Draco pinned his hands next to his head, his hands around his wrists. He leaned down, ghosting his lips across Harry’s soft inviting ones and pushed his hips down, keeping Harry from bucking up.

“Go back to sleep Harry” He murmured.

Harry just stared up at him, a small pout on his lips but Draco wasn’t having it. He remembered the last time Harry had neglected sleep and he didn’t really want a repeat.

He pulled away and rolled off of the bed, tossing the covers back over Harry and purposefully tucking him in tightly ignoring Harry’s weak protests. That is how he knew Harry was exhausted. Normally he would have easily been able to push Draco off and manhandle his way out. Instead, he was just lying there with a pout on his face with his eyes half open.

“Sleep” He pointed at him, grabbed his wand and walked to the bedroom door. He waved his wand, sliding the curtains closed and took one last look at Harry. “I’ll see you in a bit love” He murmured and smiled at the way Harry’s mouth curved upwards at the name.

“Yeah” Was the sleepy reply he received. He pulled the bedroom door slowly and quietly shut behind him.

Jack Maynard Imagine - Yoga Challenge

“Hey, guys!” You waved at the camera. Jack stood besides you, smiling to your invisible audience “Today I’m here with my not-so-lovely best friend, Jack Maynard!” You joked, cheering after you said his name.

He pushed you aside, a big smile plastered on his face “I don’t even know why I still hang out with you” he joked, watching you as you popped your head into the shot again.

“Today we’re doing the Yoga Challenge!” You said, ignoring him “I would do it with my boyfriend, but I don’t have one of those” you said, pouting slightly.

Jack rolled his eyes playfully “Why would you need a boyfriend when you have me, huh?” He teased. You knew he was just doing it for the Y/S/N shippers. He was like that off camera as well, but you knew he was always a more indecent teaser when the spotlight was on both of you.

“Stop trying to get out of the friendzone, Jack” you teased back, giving him a playful look.

He put a hand over his heart, and moaned dramatically “It hurts, babe” he said, and you couldn’t help but blush by his words. Him calling you a babe was your weakness, and he knew it. So he used it against you all the time.

“Anyway, lets go back to the video” you said casually before things could get any more awkward “Conor has chosen some random pictures of yoga poses and he’s sent them to me, but I haven’t opened them yet so I don’t know what to expect”

You looked at Jack, who nodded “And since I’m still a great personal trainer, I will make sure we ace those yoga poses” he smiled.

You rolled your eyes playfully “You were a personal trainer when you did it with Josh and let me tell you, it wasn’t brilliant” you laughed.

He pushed you again, making you squeal “Let’s get started!” He cheered.

You grabbed your phone and opened Conor’s chat “Alright, this one should be easy” you said, showing him a picture of a couple with their backs bent and holding their elbows.

You adjusted your yoga clothes. It was just a plain pair of thick black leggings and a grey tank top that showed a little bit of skin on your belly. Your hair was up on a high ponytail, and you were just on your black socks. Jack, on the other hand, was wearing long running pants and a tight Nike t-shirt that revealed a little bit of muscle.

When Jack proposed you did the Yoga Challenge together for you channel, all you could think about was him all sweaty in sporty clothes. You would be lying if you said you haven’t been feeling a little bit weird about him lately. It was just the way he looked at you, touched you, made you laugh, took care of you. It drove you insane.

Why did it take you so long to realize he was such a good guy for you?

But you always shook your head at that kind of thoughts. He was just your friend. You were just a friend to him. It would be wasted effort to try to be something you obviously were not. But still, you couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to have those full lips on yours.

The second and third pose weren’t much of a challenge themselves. All in all, you were quite the talented yoga couple. But then, the fourth pose came. You should’ve seen it coming. It was Conor choosing the pictures you were talking about.

“So, I basically have to hold you by the ass” Jack said, laughing out loud as he saw the picture, showing it to the camera afterwards “I can go for the waist if you want”

“It would be more appropriate” you said, getting ready just above him. You carefully leaned back until you felt Jack’s hands holding you steadily on your waist. Or maybe not so steadily.

You accidentally slipped from his grip, and lost balance. But before you hit the floor with the loudest bang you would’ve ever heard, Jack moved quickly just so his body was under yours. You fell on top of him instead, as his hands never left your sides.

“Shit, are you okay?” He asked you, getting up immediately to check if you were hurt. You chuckled, holding onto his arm to sit up.

“Good catch, I have to say” you laughed, making him laugh as well now that he knew you were alright.

“I’ll always catch you” he mumbled, but you weren’t sure if you had heard it well, so you let it go.

The rest of the video went fairly well. You were lucky Jack was so strong - and patient - or else the challenge would’ve gone way worse. You fell off him a couple of times, nothing too serious. But Jack’s touch on your skin sent chills down your spine every single time, and you knew you were screwed. Your attempt to forget your feelings towards him had failed miserably.

“And that’s it for this week’s video, I hope you liked it” you started your outtro, the ponytail that once laid perfectly on top of your head, now fell off it not so perfectly. Jack breathlessly ran a hand through his sweaty hair behind you “Don’t forget to subscribe to me and…” you looked back at Jack “Never mind! See you!”

“Hey!” He protested, pushing you again.

“Alright, alright! Subscribe to Jack, bye!” You mid-shouted. Jack laughed as he turned the camera off for you.

“That was intense” he commented as you lied down on the floor, aching for some coldness “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Not a single bit” you breathed, running a hand up and down your flat stomach. You noticed Jack looking at you “What?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow playfully.

He then lied down next to you, making you laugh “You know what?” He said, running a hand up his stomach as well “You’re quite fit for a couch potato”

“Hey!” You whimpered, hitting his arm as hard as you could. But his muscle was hard enough, and you hurt your hand “I hate you so much” you said, wiggling your hand to ease the pain.

“Here” he suddenly took your hand and placed it under his lips, kissing it carefully like mothers do to their children “All better?” He asked, looking directly at your eyes, and you thought you had never seen him look so soft-like.

You nodded, not being able to look away from his eyes. His fingers interlocked themselves with yours, and he pulled you in for a hug, so you were lying on top of his body. Your head rested on his chest, which was moving up and down quickly. And without saying a word, he started stroking your hair just the way you liked it.

“Relaxed?” He asked you after a while. You mumbled a ‘yes’ before closing your eyes and breathing in his strong, sweet scent again.

His chest was unbelievably comfortable. You had never shared a bed with him at night, but you could picture how good it would feel, to have his strong arms wrapped carefully around your body while you sleep. You almost dozed off, but the feeling of Jack’s lips on top of your head made you open your eyes again.

“How about we get out of these dirty clothes and take the couch for the rest of the evening?” He mid-whispered as he rubbed your back.

“Sounds amazing” you mumbled, half asleep, as you tried to push yourself up. Your struggle made him laugh “Not funny” you said, but it only made him laugh more.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms under your legs and behind your back, lifting you up from the floor in one swift move. You immediately wrapped yours around his neck, holding on for dear life.

You closed your eyes again “I love you, Jack” you said, not really knowing why you said it. But there was no going back and you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would.

Jack then laughed and kissed your temple “I love you too, Princess”

“Do you really think I’m a princess?” You asked, not really sure if you were drunk or just sleepy. Both alcohol and sleep had the same effect on you, anyway. You usually hated yourself when that happened, but this time, you were amused.

“Of course you are” he said, smiling, knowing that you were just tired “And whoever says otherwise is lying” he reassured you.

You opened an eye to look at him “Then why don’t I have a boyfriend?” You asked him, and your heart sunk while the words left your mouth. You always tried to deny it, but being the only one of your childhood friends who wasn’t in a relationship yet made you insecure. At first, you thought there was something wrong with you. Then, that there was something wrong with boys. And now, you didn’t have a clue anymore.

“Because you don’t deserve any of those jerks, that’s why” Jack said, putting you down on your bed. You held his arm, gesturing him to lie down next to you. And so he did.

You stayed in silence for a moment “Then what kind of guy do I deserve?” You asked him.

He was lying on his side, resting his weight on one of his elbows, so he could get a better look at your face. His other hand was traveling up and down your arm, caressing it like you always said you loved it “The best there is” he said “Someone who knows all your weaknesses, but who never uses them against you. Someone who helps you overcome them” you turned your head to look at him “Someone who makes you laugh, loves you like he loves himself, respects you, treats you like the princess you are” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but to smile back.

You nodded “Thanks for being so sweet” you said “I’m glad I got you”

“Hey, I was just talking truth” he smiled. He then cupped your face and gave you a small kiss on your cheek “I love you, Y/N, okay?” He said, and you nodded “And whoever hurts you…well, consider them dead already”

You chuckled at his protectiveness. But deep inside, you were happy you had someone like Jack by your side.

Suddenly, you noticed that his hand was still on your cheek, and that his eyes were still fixed on yours. You put your hand over his, drawing small circles on his skin with your thumb as he caressed your cheek with his.

You were confused, and you could tell he was as well. Because now you were looking at each other’s eyes. No words were needed, and he already knew he had been so fucking blind all this time.

How couldn’t have he realized it sooner?

You were the reason he woke up with a smile every day. Seeing you happy made him happy, and seeing you sad broke him inside. You were the first girl he had ever opened himself to. The first girl he introduced his family to. He didn’t want to have a little fun overnight and leave you the following morning, because he would feel empty without you. So fucking empty.

He had seen you as a best friend until he realized you weren’t his. Until he realized that you could eventually grow feelings for another boy, and that you could leave him for someone else who made you happier. And he wanted to be the one who made you happy, no matter how selfish it might sound.

And that, according to Conor, was called being in love. Not only that, but being in love with your best friend. Shit.

And as Jack thought he was crazy, he leaned in, and you didn’t stop him, because deep inside you wanted this as much as he did. Your lips touched in a soft, careful move, and the taste of each other’s mouths left you wanting more.

You found yourself on top of Jack again, but this time, it was far better. He held you tight as his tongue worked its way inside your mouth, making you feel things you didn’t even know were possible. And shit, you were kissing your best friend. Your freaking best friend. But then again, was there really another man who loved you as much as he did?

“You okay?” He asked you when you pulled apart, his blue eyes fixed on yours, calming you down with his stare.

“I am now” you whispered before closing the gap between your lips again.

And that’s when he knew. It didn’t matter if you were his best friend. It didn’t matter if he had seen hundreds of girls before. You were the one.