i am being productive today how

anonymous asked:

You & Shawn are at a red carpet event & the whole night he's getting moved around from interview to interview & constantly getting asked to pose for pictures & the whole night he seems kinda down but u don't say anything until u guys get home. & when u do ask he tells u it's hard getting treated like a piece of property instead of a human being. & u can tell it was from nobody asking how he was doing it was all about the music. I'm sorry if this is a weird request or hard to understand!

I’m sorry this is quite long, I got carried away - and I hope this is what you meant! 


Sparks of camera flashes, the loud roar of chit-chat, screaming fans and arrogant press; the glamorous awards show was nothing but overwhelming. You stood back, allowing Shawn to do him; for everyone to see. You were beyond proud of him, and knew that it meant everything to him to just be nominated for some of the awards. You watched as he casually greeted fellow artists as if they were anyone, people you would be anxious around. Both of you had walk side by side for 10 seconds before someone grabbed Shawn’s hand, causing his other hand to let yours go, and dragging him to his first interview. With every passing moment, he would be moved down to another interviewer, shoved in front of another daunting lens. You noticed his smile become smaller and shorter each time, which was not like him at all. If anything, he was known for one of the biggest and brightest smiles. The concern grew when his answers became shorter too, and he’d end up looking down or around him - anywhere that wouldn’t mean he was focused on what was happening. 

Finally, you were re-united and you asked him if he was alright as you hurried to your table - with him replying with a nod and a kiss on your forehead. Compared to how he usually was with these sort of occasions, he was silent. He would clap twice whenever someone was called for an award, and then fiddle with his fingers or place with his glass on the table - as if he wanted to be somewhere else. Unfortunately he didn’t win any of the categories, and to your surprise he didn’t seem to mind. He grabbed your hand and hurried out of there as soon as it was over, avoiding lengthy goodbyes. The drive to the hotel was quiet, but his hand remained clasped over yours. 

When you finally reached the hotel room, he let out a huge sigh - as if he had been holding his breath the whole night. You followed him over to the bed and watched him tug on his tie, and finally chucking it to the floor. “It’s like taking off a collar,” he chuckled. You looked at him with furrowed brows. “You wouldn’t get it,” he sighed, shaking his head - about to stand up from the bed. You pressed your hand against his chest and pushed him back down, before sitting at his side. “Tell me,” you said softly as you began to rub your hand down his back. He ruffled his hands through his hair, and unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of his shirt. “I don’t feel like this very often, you know that I am very grateful to be doing what I am - and wouldn’t exchange it for anything” he said, looking at you for reassurance. You nodded, worried about where he was going. “But it’s at things like this; I know you were with me the whole night but to me it didn’t feel like that. I didn’t feel like I could be myself, or I could be with you like how we usually are together.” He puffed his cheeks and let them deflate before he continued. You brushed the bundle of curls that had parted from his combed back hair. “Every single interview is the exact same, I end up saying the same crap over and over again. It’s like, I’m promoting a product - or I’m promoting myself as a product. I have to be Shawn Mendes, I have to be the guy everyone sees me being. I don’t know how to explain it,” he sighed, shaking his head. 

You continued to rub your hand over his back, letting your forehead rest on his shoulder. His head rested against yours as he spoke again, “It’s like, no one ever asks how I am? No one has ever asked, “How are you today Shawn?” He paused, and you watched as he twiddled his thumbs in his lap. “It’s always got to be about the music, or some random tweet I didn’t think twice about. Or some photo that blew up over social media. No one, ever asks about how I’m doing. The real me, not the public figure.” Your spare hand wrapped around his bicep, gripping it slightly. It was awful to hear him speak like this, to know that he felt like this. You had always assumed he put on a brave face and just embraced it, knowing it was something he had to do and he didn’t let it bother him. You felt guilty for assuming. 
“The first time I felt like this, was shortly after my birthday. They would ask if I had wild nights with huge names, and when I’d say no; the conversation would end there. No one cared about what I actually did for my birthday, they were just squeezing me to see if I would spill any juicy gossip.” 

You swallowed the small lump in your throat, “I’m sorry Shawn.” He placed his hand over yours and let out a quiet laugh, “What do you have to be sorry for?” You sat up and looked him in the eye, “I should’ve known something was up. I just thought you were so used to this stuff and that it didn’t bother you like this.” He smiled and placed a hand on the side of your face, “I am used to it, I have to be - it’s part of the package. It just gets a little too much sometimes. But don’t feel sorry, you have done nothing wrong.” You smiled, closing your eyes as you felt a rush of relief. “Do you know what kept me going, what made me push through that whole thing?” he asked. You shook your head, biting at the inside of your cheek. “You. Knowing that once it was over, we would be coming back here; just us two in our own world. Because you are one of the very few people I can be completely myself around.” 


so my doctors keep teling me i need to slow down and pace myself and its ok to not be able to do anything for a little while bc i get relly panicky and psychotic quickly but what the f? am i supposed to do? i need to do something its urgent

95/100 Days of Productivity

04/05/2017 || starting a major revision

Next month my final exams start. I started my revision for the math one today! There is so much to revise! All these lessons!
Funny how I am not stressed at all!

Happy studying fellow students!

Bad lighting-perks of being a late night study person

| The College Kid’s Apartment | Yoosung x MC (Reader)

i’ve patched this together during spare moments on the Google Keep app and its surprisingly long oops. i hope you like it though!!

Rating: NSFW, but not too terribly descriptive during shenanigans. Some spoilers ??

Est. Reading Time: 35 minutes (7,268 words)

Pairing: Yoosung x Female MC

Summary: A few months after the events in Yoosung’s Route (but before After Ending), Yoosung takes MC to his place for some much needed alone time. MC stays way later that originally planned and accidentally ends up staying the night. Neither know that the other is still a virgin. There is so much fluff, you could fall into it.

There’s a lot of cute build up. I have added a cut where the nsfw begins so you can ignore that bit if you want to or skip right to it



It was quite warm outside. As you and Yoosung walked away from the college campus, you fanned yourself to combat the temperature. Noticing this, he began energetically fanning you as well, trying to cool down your reddening complexion. You laughed.

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I am a proud Samoan. Oute mitamita o a’u o le Samoa.
I am not defined as a Samoan by how well I speak, or understand Samoan. For those of you who think that the fluency of a language defines the character of a being – you are short changing yourself from the joy of getting to know the essence, beliefs and good will of a human person.

I am not sorry for the education and upbringing I received away from Samoa that has made me the Samoan individual I am today.

For those who believe that I am an inadequate Samoan based on my fluency of the language- I challenge you.
I am a product of a long generation of educated Samoan leaders; high ranking Matai’s and honoured and respected Faifeaus. Their blood runs through my veins. In their vision for a better Samoa- a world renowned Samoa - they sought to leave Samoa to seek wisdom.

Education is the backbone to wisdom.
I am a creation of Samoan ideals. A dream of success from my ancestors because no matter where I go, what forum I speak or what University I attend in the western world. I am Samoan.

I may have grown up in a different land, with a different language and a different community but built into my learning was the understanding of our culture performance and the value system of the Fa’asamoa; Respect, Service, Faith, Family, God and Love.

I am one of many, in a new generation of Samoans dreamt to achieve by an older generation of Samoans.
Regardless of whether you can speak Samoan eloquently or whether your language is basic – we are all tasked with the same duty – to achieve. This is both a heavenly duty, and an earthly dream of generations before.

Learning the Samoan language is a continual journey for every Samoan – regardless of where we start. Some Samoans may be at the start of this journey, others may be in the middle, but even great orators, nearing the end of their journeys, are still mastering the language of old.

I am here to speak to a generation who may feel caught in between two worlds. You devalue your identity as a Samoan when you don’t acknowledge you are a Samoan, not, when you can’t speak Samoan.

Do not get me wrong- we are all tasked to continue to learn more of the language, more of the fa’asamoa, more of the customs – but do not let that knowledge, or lack of knowledge define your identity as a Samoan.

You are a Samoan. Whether full blooded or mixed. You are a product of an older generations dream. You are tasked to achieve on an international level. For the whole world to see, and hear and know that our breed of people in the Pacific exists and our people, for lack of a better phrase, are simply the best.

Latafale Auva'a
—  MISS SAMOA 2015 - answering the question - WHAT DEFINES A TRUE SAMOAN?
Witching and recycling pt 2

Hello! I come with a few more tips on how to recycle, I’m thinking I may make these into a series ?? Let me know if you’d be interested in that.

Today I am covering aluminum.

If we want to get real technical, aluminum is a metal with low weight but high strength, it is malleable and being a metal it is a very good thermal conductor. Because of this, it is a perfect material for industrial production.
Now on to the fun part: aluminum is associated with Earth, mental abilities, travel and image magic and it is abundant and I believe underused in craft so here are a few ideas on how to recycle those soda cans or leftover aluminum foil or pie trays or … you get me.

First of all, remember to clean everything thoroughly and if you’re using cans, you’re gonna need some sharp scissors and to be very very careful cause you can get cut with the can itself and we don’t want that.

Raven’s “Travel safe” jar

You’ll need
-Salt
-cinnamon
-little pieces of aluminum
- Mint or comfrey
- a jar (bonus points for recycled jar)

I believe that the way you add the ingredients to your jar is very personal, just keep your intent in mind.
“As I leave home for adventure
May my path be safe and guarded.
Since I cannot see my future
With this spell my trip is aided”

Close and seal, you may leave it to soak in moonlight if you wish and take it with you. Keep in mind airport policies, though, you may wish to make it extra tiny in those cases.

Another thing you can do, even if it sounds silly, is make yourself a charm from a little piece of aluminum can or a baking tray. Since this is a very malleable element, you may carve a sigil into it or make it any shape you wish. Aluminum is a heat conductor so it may aid you in conducting your energy more efficiently. Keep this in mind when making your charm.
(If you’re interested in my sigil for channeling energy, let me know!)

The last thing that comes to mind is, make a “mental powers” can.

Now, I get that this is not convention but what better way of getting energy than by using a conducting vessel?

Add some bay, corn, lemongrass and thyme to your can, keep in mind your intentions. You may seal the top with some wax and hold the can in your hands every time you need an extra kick of concentration or psychic power.

These are all things I’ve personally done and have worked for me, but remember that your craft is very much your own and you can personalize any of these ideas to fit your needs better. Get creative, have fun! I’m sure you can come up with some amazing spells.

-RR

Mornings (drabble)

Summary: just a lil drabble about Phil trying to get neko!Dan to stay awake in the morning. Super fluffy.

Word count: 647

Tw: none :)

(Context- nekos are hybrids of a cat and a human. Here neko!Dan has cat ears on top of his head, a long fluffy tail and small kitten teeth. He also displays some characteristics of a cat, such as sleepiness and playfulness.)

Phil’s favourite thing in the world were mornings. He’d wake up before Dan every time as Dan needed a lot of sleep and naps all day.

Dan’s long fluffy tail as usual was wrapped around one of his limbs, this morning it was his left thigh, in an unbreakable grip. Phil mostly had to wake Dan up before getting up himself as he couldn’t move the hold on Dan’s tail. His head was as it was when they fell asleep; snuggled into Phil’s shoulder face first. Phil could feel Dan subconsciously softly biting at the sleeve of Phil’s pyjama shirt which was something that Dan had done in his sleep since Phil could remember. He smiled at how adorable his boyfriend was. Dan’s breathing was steady, he was quietly making little noises that sound like a half snore, half purr.

Phil took his phone from the bedside table to see that it was almost 10 am. He decided that he should probably get up now as if he didn’t, the day would just turn into a lazy bed day and he actually planned on being productive today.

“Hey, dan, baby wake up. i need to get up” he said softly as he gently shook dan. dan stirred slightly and shuffled opening his eyes to look at phil. once he was fully concious he quickly hugged phil tightly, their chests clashing as he nuzzled his ears against phils jaw. phil smiled at the affection that his boyfriend was giving him. but his stomach growled and he was reminded that he was about to get up. “come on now”, he motioned to sit up but the weight on top of his was to stubborn to move.

“no, five more minutes. im too comfy” dan protested. phil sighed and lifted his arms to wrap around dan, nodding in agreement. the brunet smiled as he won, relaxing and closing his eyes. he quickly fell asleep again. phil sighed again, it didnt look like they were getting up any time soon.

half an hour later phil starting to feel very hungry. he decided that hed try again. dan was always sleepy and protesting in the mornings,but he was being particually difficult today. he came up with a plan to try to bribe him to stay awake. he scratched behind dans ears (as he knew that dan loved that) waking him up. “its been longer than five minutes now sweetheart”.

“no it hasn’t” dan lied, not moving but purring quietly as phil kept scratching and playing with dans ears.

“lets go to make breakfast? you can have milk, and toast with marmite. you love that dont you?” dans ears perked up at the sound of his favorite foods, phil noticed and knew he had persuaded him.

dan lay lazily on the sofa whilst phil made breakfast. thats how most mornings went. it didnt usually change much throughout the day, phil doing things whilst dan watched. they rarely left the house as phil worked from home on his youtube channel and there wasnt much point in dan trying to get a decent job as opportunities for nekos were not equal with humans. dan loved to paint and sometimes sold some of his artwork but otherwise they were pretty comfortable with phils wage from youtube.

once phil had finished he sat next to dan who then decided to lay his head on phils lap. phil had to move his hand holding his cereal quickly out of the way to prevent it from hitting dans head. “will you ever be fully awake and not laying on me” phil questioned, although he didnt really mind sleepy dan at all. dan shook his head giggling. phil smiled and handed dan his toast. they had a tradition of watching an anime whilst eating breakfast so phil automatically got the remote put on the one that theyd just started.

END

A/N: I wrote this last week. I think I’ve out fluffed myself. I love reading and writing neko!phan.

Thanks ^ω^

Ever since I blocked a bunch of people from my tumblr I feel so much calmer about posting my actual feelings like holy shit I don’t feel like I am being watched by weird ass people anymore.

Like shit fam how have I been? Shit like I have exclaimed like 10+ times today about how I want to die and be dead. I had like one real good day like 17 days ago where I was like productive and now I feel like I have just been falling since then and shit. Been talking to my friends and I don’t think I am making as much sense anymore, like my obnoxious personality traits are becoming more and more pronounced and I know they are ugly but like??? Idk mate like these are the words and the person that I got rn and that all I can do.

Positive post!

The weather is really nice today, despite the freak snow earlier this week. Took my lunch down to the park at the beach, and other than it being windy, it was wonderfully pleasant. Things like this remind me how nice my placement is, when t’s not never ending winter.

anonymous asked:

i don't know how my thinking got so warped. for me, productivity and being a good person are synonymous. i give myself impossible tasks that take forever to finish that aren't even really productive, but that i deem productive so that i can feel like i'm doing something. every little mistake, no matter how small, every little screw-up convinces me that i am a BAD person.

Hey anon. I actually had your exact same issue. Here is a post I wrote on my personal blog about it not that long ago! I still really struggle with that today. It sucks :(

People try to convince me that I’m not a bad person all the time, but I literally just don’t believe them. It’s like, “I know myself better than you do, and I know what’s always going on in my head all the time, and you don’t.” But then again, outside people can also see things in us and our actions that we don’t see in ourselves. So you’ve got to remember it can go both ways.

Productivity/Motivation/Getting Things Done

I know you probably won’t believe me, but you are NOT a bad person, anon. You’re just struggling with things right now that most people don’t ever have to deal with. Give yourself some patience. Forgive yourself when you feel like you’ve messed up. It can go a long way!

Hang in there, Jessi

Mafumafu @ Ryougoku Sumo Hall Live: Morning Glow (071516 ~ 071616)

(Mafumafu’s LINE Message 07.15.16)

Mafumafu: “Good evening. Tomorrow is finally Ryougoku so I’m nervous. For the people who are coming, please enjoy… having fun! (laughs b/c he mixed up two sentences) Good night~”

Mafumafu: “Thanks for everyone’s hard work at ATR Ryougoku Sumo Hall Morning Gloooooooooooow It was fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun I thought I was going to dieeeeeeeeeeeee The stage production and the illuminations were amaziiiiiiiiiiiiiiing the fans were amaziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing pink is so preeeeettyyyyy aaah thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!”

(Source)

(Photo)

Mafumafu: “After the live: Mafumafu-san who is dying after being hyper for too long (Photography: Soraru-san)

Mafumafu: “In the photo from earlier, I had just cut my hair so my hair’s sticking up and you can see the hair whorl on my head, but people are worrying for me that I might be balding. I’m fine. I am not balding. I said I’m not balding so!!!! Don’t screw!! Around!!!! My hair’s tufty ain’t it!!!!! Bark bark!!!

How was our live today..? :(´◦ω◦`) Fidget fidget”

(Photo)

Soraru: “ATR Sumo Hall, Morning Glow has ended!!!! It was suーper funー It was the most fun as well as most scary (the tall stages were) live I’ve had up until now. It was that sort of live. Tomorrow, I’ll try my best tooー I’m excitedー( ^ω^)” 

(Photo)

ATR Info: “[After the Rain Ryougoku Sumo Hall 2016 First Day Performance Has Concluded!] To every one of the guests who came to watch, thank you very much! We’ll be waiting for you tomorrow at the Ryougoku Sumo Hall as well!! #Soramafu”

Soraru: “Goo-san wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww”

Urata: “I hath gone to watch ATR—!

Sorarunrun-san Mafumafumafumafuma, great work—! (*^^*)

It was a wonderful event (^з^)-☆”

(Source)

I am a proud Samoan. Oute mitamita o a’u o le Samoa.

I am not defined as a Samoan by how well I speak, or understand Samoan. For those of you who think that the fluency of a language defines the character of a being – you are short changing yourself from the joy of getting to know the essence, beliefs and good will of a human person.

I am not sorry for the education and upbringing I received away from Samoa that has made me the Samoan individual I am today.
For those who believe that I am an inadequate Samoan based on my fluency of the language- I challenge you.

I am a product of a long generation of educated Samoan leaders; high ranking Matai’s and honoured and respected Faifeaus. Their blood runs through my veins. In their vision for a better Samoa- a world renowned Samoa - they sought to leave Samoa to seek wisdom.

Education is the backbone to wisdom.

I am a creation of Samoan ideals. A dream of success from my ancestors because no matter where I go, what forum I speak or what University I attend in the western world. I am Samoan.
I may have grown up in a different land, with a different language and a different community but built into my learning was the understanding of our culture performance and the value system of the Fa’asamoa; Respect, Service, Faith, Family, God and Love.
I am one of many, in a new generation of Samoans dreamt to achieve by an older generation of Samoans.

Regardless of whether you can speak Samoan eloquently or whether your language is basic – we are all tasked with the same duty – to achieve. This is both a heavenly duty, and an earthly dream of generations before.

Learning the Samoan language is a continual journey for every Samoan – regardless of where we start. Some Samoans may be at the start of this journey, others may be in the middle, but even great orators, nearing the end of their journeys, are still mastering the language of old.

I am here to speak to a generation who may feel caught in between two worlds. You devalue your identity as a Samoan when you don’t acknowledge you are a Samoan, not, when you can’t speak Samoan.

Do not get me wrong- we are all tasked to continue to learn more of the language, more of the fa’asamoa, more of the customs – but do not let that knowledge, or lack of knowledge define your identity as a Samoan.

You are a Samoan. Whether full blooded or mixed. You are a product of an older generations dream. You are tasked to achieve on an international level. For the whole world to see, and hear and know that our breed of people in the Pacific exists and our people, for lack of a better phrase, are simply the best.


Latafale Auva'a, Miss Samoa NZ 2014-2015, Miss Samoa 2014-2015, Miss Pacific Islands 2014-2015.

Photo Credit: Ken Tai Tin

SITS - Reaction from Characters when MC worked to death

Request by hana21012

I will assume that it been a year since MC was gone and it will be based on his POV.

Kyohei Rikudoh
I have disband Revance and shut down Rikudoh Production. I have tried to pick up myself by just being a Producer. However, I would always think of her when I am in work mood. I think of how I had pushed her so hard that lead to her death. I have drunk myself in alcohol days and nights.

The rest of the guys try to convince me to stop my alcohol as that would mean death to me, but I can’t. The moment I am sober, my mind is fill with her. Sitting beside her grave today and with alcohol in my hands, I weep silently. Today is her 1 year death anniversary. I hate and blame myself for her death. I miss her so much.

“_____, you must be lonely up there. I will be joining you soon. Wait for me.” I closed my tearing eyes as I whisper to myself.

Iori Enjo
Today is her 1 year death anniversary. I left my vocation house as usual and walk to where her grave is. I have request for her to bury near my vocation house so that I can visit her every day. I have left Revance and officially move in here. I set up small resorts nearby and it is running fine. It just what my dad want but I not going to take over his business. That place is too painful for me.

Sitting down next to her grave, I start recall the times that we had spent here. I had failed to protect her. Why can’t I do it when I promised her? I should have known she was such a workaholic. Every time I think about it, I hate myself for not able to keep the promise.

“At least I will try to protect our memories here. I promise you ______.” As I close my eyes, my tears flow down.

Kota Igarashi
As I on my way to visit ______, my heart becomes heavier as I reaching my destination. It has been a year but I still can’t get over it. I still can’t believe she left me like that. How come I never notice that she was pushing herself? Why I did not stop her in time.

Finally, reaching in front of her grave, I start telling her what I have been doing. I told her how my script was accepted and it is filming now. Yes, I have left Revance, even left acting and become a Script writer.

“_____, I will help you fulfil your dream. At least this is what I can do. I promise you.” I touched her photo that was printed on her grave with tears flowing down.

Nagito Aoshima
As I left the Japan airport and taking the train to where she is buried, painful memories flash back in my mind. I have left Japan to avoid the pain, the pain of losing her 1 year ago. However, there is no way I will not be here to visit her. I wish I cannot come back anymore, but I need to visit her. This is at least what I can do.

Standing in front of grave, I start to weep silently. Why am I not able to convince her to take it easy? I lost her, my hope of having her as my family member. I blame myself for not able to ease her workload when she always here for me when I need. But now, I need her and she is longer around.

“Hi! I am back. I miss you a lot. Are you comfortable up there?” I weep as I touch her photo that was printed on her grave.

Takashi Ninagawa
Standing in front of her grave, I can’t believe it been a year. I have left Revance since then. There is no way I can sing after she gone. I still compose music occasionally, but it all sad music, which is why my request is significantly reduce than before. I don’t really care about it. There is no way I can compose music that is fill with love anymore. My feeling of love was dead with her gone.

I just hope she can come back to me which I know is impossible. Why I did not stop her in time to prevent her death? It happened before where she overworked and end up in a hospital. Why I have allowed such incident to happen again and this time she was gone.

“I am sorry, _______. I can’t forgive myself. I really miss you so much.” I can feel my tears flow down when I standing in front of her grave.

12/09/16 || I’m deeply sorry for the lack of original content but I’m on holiday so I’m not currently studying wich means no new pictures and updates about that. I’m working on some original posts, like masterpost and tips, but I’m also doing other things so is taking some time.

Today I checked my new schedule for the first and the second semesters of the second year of uni, and I have to say I am not excited for the first semester, such an ecthic schedule I don’t know how I’m gonna keep up with it.

I also checked I have all the books for this coming year and I have nearly all of them and ordered the rest.

10.12.16• this may look calm but i am actually dying from being behind on college apps and procrastinated homework 😩 here’s to being productive today- thinking about how much less stressed i’ll be after (peep my reflection on the screen :/)

NEW ROLE FOR ALEX! Leo Beiler in Mute!

The Wrap (x), Deadline Hollywood (x) and other entertainment news sites are reporting that Alex has landed the role of Leo Beiler in Duncan Jones’ upcoming sci-fi thriller, Mute.

From The Wrap:

Paul Rudd (“Ant-Man”) and Alexander Skarsgard (“Tarzan”) are set to star in Duncan Jones‘ sci-fi thriller “Mute,” it was announced Tuesday.

Set in Berlin 40 years from now, “Mute” follows Leo Beiler (Skarsgard), a mute bartender who has one reason and one reason only for living here — and she’s disappeared. But when Leo’s search takes him deeper into the city’s underbelly, an odd pair of American surgeons (led by Rudd) seem to be the only recurring clue, and Leo can’t tell if they can help, or who he should fear most.

“Mute” is based on a script by Jones and Mike Johnson that was recently rewritten by Damon Peoples. The film will be produced by Stuart Fenegan under the Liberty Films banner he shares with Jones.

Lotus Entertainment has come on board to handle international sales at the upcoming AFM. CAA, which arranged financing for the film, is handling its domestic sale.

Lotus’ Bill Johnson, Jim Seibel, and Ara Keshishian will serve as executive producers on the film, which is slated to start production in March. Keshishian, the president of production at Lotus, negotiated the deal on behalf of the company.

“I’ve been working towards making ‘Mute’ for 12 years now. I cannot tell you how thrilled I am that we’re finally going to shoot this utterly unique film. The fact that I get to make it with Alexander Skarsgard and Paul Rudd makes it all the more exciting! ‘Mute’ is a film that will last. It is unlike any other science fiction being made today,” Jones boasted.

“We’re very excited to work with Duncan and Stuart. They are an immensely talented team that will surely deliver an exciting and cinematic film. Director Duncan Jones is a true visionary filmmaker and the real deal. It’s his caliber of talent that makes storytelling both visually exciting and captivating,” Seibel said.

“Bill, Jim and Ara share the same passion I do for building another vision of the future with Duncan. I look forward to going on this journey with them, and also reuniting with Sam Rockwell and composer Clint Mansell … can’t do sci-fi without Sam and Clint,” added Fenegan.

Ara Keshishian, president of production at Lotus, negotiated the deal on behalf of the company.

Skarsgard recently wrapped production on David Yates‘ “Tarzan” for Warner Bros. and is represented by CAA. Rudd just completed “Captain America: Civil War” for Disney/Marvel and is represented by UTA and Brillstein Entertainment Partners.

Jones, who previously directed “Moon” and Legendary’s upcoming “Warcraft,” is represented by CAA.

Source:  TheWrap.com (x), Photo credit:  SavannahFilmFest Facebook

Deaf

Request: Your prompt thingy is cool 🙃 #9 in AU with Robbie pls

Prompt: 9. You’re trying to ask me for directions but I’m deaf??? And I actually suck at reading lips??? But wow you’re attractive.

Warnings: none

Notes: I was hoping someone would request this one!

You typed away on your phone, in a heated conversation with your mother. You smiling down at your phone, laughing at her responses. Though you were so engrossed in the conversation, you never saw the rushing boy coming your way.

You and him collided, your face slamming into his shoulder. You clutched onto your phone with one hand and grabbed your face with the other. Small pain rose in your face, but it quickly subsided. You looked at the boy.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there, I’m in a rush,” he rambled, but you didn’t understand him. “Anyways, do you think you can help me? I’m late for a show and I have no idea where the building is.”

You stared at him, recognizing him as the one and only Robbie Kay. Robbie Kay. He ran into you. You were so shocked, but you had to keep your cool. But there was a problem with all this. You were deaf. You couldn’t hear a single thing he said. And you sucked at reading lips. The only word you got out of that was ‘sorry’.

Sorry, I’m, deaf. I can’t hear you.” You signed to him. Robbie cocked an eyebrow up. He quickly caught on that you were deaf, but he didn’t have a clue on what you said.

You gave him a look, not knowing how to communicate with him. But then you remembered the phone in your hands. You held up your finger, indicating to wait one minute. You went to your notes on your phone, typing away. Once done, you gave the phone to Robbie.

Hello! You’re Robbie Kay! I’m a big fan. Haha. Anyways, my name is Y/N, and if you couldn’t tell already, I’m deaf, so I didn’t quite understand what you were saying. I suck at reading lips.

Robbie nodded at your phone, making a cute little face. You giggled silently at him. He was much cuter in person. He began typing a response, taking longer to reply. He had no idea how to respond. But he eventually did, and handed your phone back.

Hi, Y/N! The perks of being deaf, yeah? Hah… Well, I was wondering if you could help me find the Ellen Show? I’m a guest start today on the show, and I have no idea how close I am. My phone isn’t working properly, so I can’t search it… Also, sorry for bumping into you. I didn’t see you. Sorry if I hurt you, I think I remember you seeing you grab your face… sorry.

You looked up at him. He was further from the Ellen Show production building than he thought. He wasn’t even in Burbank. 

Okay, you are further than you think! But I know exactly how to get there. If you’re okay with it, I can drive you there. And it’s okay! It didn’t hurt too bad :)

Once Robbie read your short response, he grinned so widely. “Thank you so much, that’d be great.” He smiled, your phone in his hands still. He mentally slapped himself though. You didn’t hear him.

Sorry… But yes, that’d be great if it’s not too much trouble. Thank you so so so much! Haha, I should learn sign language so we can communicate better!

It warmed you up that he wanted to learn sign language now. You loved when people knew ASL.

Let’s go. My car is this way,” You signed to him. Now you nearly slapped yourself. He didn’t know sign language.

You both traveled to your car, Robbie quickly getting in the passenger side. You got in the driver’s, soon leaving your parking space and heading to Burbank. Robbie looked around your car. He noticed the bumper stick that mentioned you were deaf. You even had a warning inside your car. It was next to the warnings and dangers of having a child in the front seat. It was sewn next to it, saying, CAUTION: DRIVER IS DEAF.

The drive took thirty minutes. Robbie didn’t know what to do or say during that time. He couldn’t talk since you wouldn’t hear a single thing. He didn’t know if he could listen to the radio, so he left it. But it was still nice. You were glad to be a help. 

“Thank you so much,” Robbie grinned. “Do you want to come with me? It’ll be my way of saying thanks.” 

Once again, he wanted to face-palm himself. He really needed to remember that you were deaf. He quickly got out his phone, holding up his finger this time.

Come in with me. It can be my thanks to you. 

When you read his message, you looked up at him with surprise written on it. He nodded his head. A smile formed, as you nodded in agreement. Both you and Robbie got out. You locked your car as you walked with him to the Ellen Show.

They let you in with Robbie. You were surprised they did, but then again he probably told them you were his cousin or something. But they let you in nonetheless. You and Robbie followed someone down a long hallway to a backstage room. Both of you sat down on the couch, the woman saying something to Robbie.

What’s your number? So I can text you and all. Make sure you’re okay when I’m out there.

You weren’t expecting that from Robbie. But you typed out your number. He immediately texted you back since he was right next to you. You guys communicated that way. Though conversation was cut short when Robbie was called for something. He sent a text that he’d be back.

Mom! I ran into Robbie Kay, and he took me to the Ellen Show! I’m backstage on Ellen!!” You sent a quick text to your mother who had been blowing up your phone since you hadn’t been answering.

What? That Peter Pan boy? How did that happen?

You explained to your mother everything that happened. She was glad that you met an actor you liked, but she was far more interested in the fact that you were somewhere backstage on the Ellen Show. You took pictures to prove to her that you were in a back room.

On my way back :)” Robbie texted you back. 

Yay, no longer alone!

You laughed out loud, Robbie coming into the room as you did so. He hadn’t heard your voice just yet. Hearing it made him smile. You had a cute laugh.

“Well that was cute.”

What?” You signed.

Robbie quickly sent you a text, telling you what he said. “What was cute?” You had sent back.

You laughed, and I heard it… But hey, can you teach me some signs for the time being? I should be on with Ellen in twenty minutes.

You nodded your head. You texted Robbie which words and phrases you were going to show him. They were going to be the basics. Like Hello, how are you, and my name is. You taught him a few other things, and gave him a Sign Name. So he wouldn’t have to spell out his name, you made up a sign for his name. It was all good fun. 

You and Robbie both had a feeling that a friendship was in the rising.

20/07/16 || Obviously not a study update because I’m on holiday (YAY 🎉) but I don’t want to stop posting so here I am. Today was a great day of shopping, especially books shopping, can’t wait to read so many of the books that see on my tbr. How was your day?

Rant time: Why does the media feed into the portrayal of masculinity being SO FRAGILE. Just watched a commercial in which a Dad accidentally used a Summers Eve feminine wipe on his son while changing his diaper and he was so traumatized that he took his infant son on a series of asinine “manly” adventures to….I dunno “man up” after the horror of touching a “feminine” product. Yes, take your baby to a biker bar, take him sky diving RESTORE HIS MASCULINITY AFTER A FEMININE PRODUCT TOUCHED HIS 4 MONTH OLD BUTT. So funny haha.

Originally posted by mulder-pls