i can't shake you off of me

anonymous asked:

You're post about Minghao being so gorgeous that you get angry hits me at a spiritual level. Like goodness that boy needs to be stopped I can't take much more of it

he went from being the purest bean

to being legit hawt af 

like…how the fuck?

did he do that?

please minghao don’t hurt me anymore 

i’m shaking 

I can’t do this 

If i ever leave this fandom it’s bc of him just so y’all know. fuck this guy. fUCK! HIM!

and tell him to wipe that smug ass grin off his face like he don’t know what he’s doing. great now I’m mad again.

anonymous asked:

Pk, I wasn't originally planning on sharing this story because it felt so special to me, but here we go: my friend and I recently visited Scandinavia and one stop obvs was Oslo. So we're there for 3 days and on our second day we're in this park whose name I just can't recall like I've been trying so hard it's driving me insane, but anyway. We sit down on a bench and I hear someone laugh and I turn my head and like 20m away from us is Henrik, sitting on the grass with friends. (1)

(2) and you can imagine how I felt, I was really baffled and intimidated and unsure what to do next as he was with his friends. So, I just tried to shake it off and me and my friend enjoyed the nice weather that day. But in my head I was obviously still thinking about Henrik fucking Holm sitting literally right beside me and I kind of tried to steal a few glances every now and then and my friend kept telling me that if we approach him carefully he surely wouldn’t mind us chatting with him.

(3) but I didn’t want to so I snapped at her (which I regret now). The , like 30 minutes later, I saw Henrik and his squad get up and they all literally walked our way and he seemed to be in a really good mood so I thought, fuck it, why not. So I got up and when he passed us I was like “excuse me, I hope you don’t mind, but I thought you looked familiar, do you happen to be Henrik Holm” and he like smiled really brightly as us (you know when his eyes do that crinkly thing? They did that)

(4) and he was like “yeah, that’s me, how are you” and so I proceeded to tell him how much I love his work and how talented he is and that his depiction of depression was so realistic and that his entire performance really hit the nail on the head and he was so….sweet and surprised almost? Like he looked really smitten, he was like “thank you, thank you, that’s always so nice to hear” and he obvs has heard it before but it still felt like it meant the world to him to hear it again?

(5) and so we talked a bit, he asked us where we’re from and how long we’re staying and what we’re planning on doing and he said we should come to his mum’s restaurant and we were like yeah maybe we will (we didn’t go there) and his friends were just waiting for us to finish up in the background they were so sweet and then as the conversation came to an end, HE was like “can I give you a hug?” which was very surreal and so we hugged and he like rubbed my back and squeezed my shoulder and stuff 

OH GOSH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU! ❤❤❤ You got to talk to and hug THE sun! And I am in no way surprised how nice Henrik was because he’s a literal sweetheart. I was so happy reading this. I’m sure he gets smitten all the time people give him these compliments which he deserves. All of them! Literally all of them! Thank you!

Fic: Breathe In

Title: Breathe In

Author: Billowsandbreeze

Rating: T for fluff and angst

Pairing: Jaal Ama Darav x Sierra Ryder

Summary: Emotions are raw. Jaal and Sierra need a moment alone.

Author’s Notes: I really needed to write this scene to address how I felt Jaal and my Ryder would react to that final mission on Meridian. Spoilers for endgame stuff.



Jaal can remain silent no longer. The world dims, narrowing his focus only to her, and he slaps the switch to stop the shower.

Sierra doesn’t even turn. Her palms are flat against the smooth metal, and her shoulders curl in. She knows, must have known when he followed her in here after the mission was done.

“Jaal…” she begins, but he doesn’t let her continue.

His arms rush out, wrapping her in his embrace and pulling her close. The wetness of her skin and hair seeps into his clothes, but he doesn’t care. He needs to touch her, needs to feel her life within his grasp.

Tears well in his eyes as her chest slowly expands—the breath he had prayed and begged for in his panic. “You were…” His voice chokes, and he squeezes her closer. “Dead.”

Images flash—memories of her final gasp, her hands ripping at her hair, before she collapsed to the floor…lifeless. Memories of Liam pushing on her chest, pressing his mouth against hers and giving her his air. Memories of his own body shaking, slamming against the thick metal doors, trying anything to get them free.

His body shakes now too, as he holds her. He has never before considered her anything but strong, a force of nature to behold. And maybe she still is. She is the one doing the comforting, running her hands down his back in soothing and firm strokes. Maybe it is he who has been struck weak.

“I’m okay,” she whispers, nuzzling her head into his shoulder, but he can feel her slight trembling, a gentle reminder that she is not infallible against his skin.

His heart almost stops knowing she could have been so easily lost.

“I know,” he responds, swallowing thickly around his tears. He takes in a shaky breath and pulls back so that he can cup her face in his hands. “I just need a moment to…touch you. Feel you. To assure myself that you are still here.”

He slides his thumb over her brow—across her jaw, down her neck—until his palm rests flat against her chest. There. The steady beat of her heart. He closes his eyes and focuses on its rhythmic thump.

Alive.

Her fingers lightly curl around his. “We have to go back out there,” she says quietly. “I have to get ready.”

Jaal opens his eyes, and he nods, but she doesn’t move. Her lips part and then close, her jaw clenching as a sweep of emotion enters her eyes. Grief, he realizes, and angry pain.

“He has my brother,” she finally says. The words are whispered and harsh—a slight, frightened crack in the steady calm she projects. Her fingers curl harder around his hand. “I can’t lose him.” Her chest heaves. “I have to go. I can't…”

Jaal cuts her off with a gentle hush and pulls her close. “I know, Darling One. I know.” He kisses her brow. She is shaking fully now, whether in fear or rage, or both, he doesn’t know, but he holds her tighter.

“We will get him back,” he declares firmly, hoping to lend her his own strength to bolster hers. “The Archon will not have him.” His hands smooth up and down her back, stroking her just like she stroked him. “Whatever you need from me, it is yours.”

Her breath is uneven, but deep—a steadying action before she pulls back. “Thank you,” she says with a nod. She smiles then—small, barely creasing her soft cheeks, but it warms him—proof that her inherent light has not entirely dimmed.

“I will prepare,” he says, not wanting to let her go, but doing so all the same.

He turns towards the door, but a gentle touch on his wrist causes him to pause.

“Will you stay with me?” She asks, her eyes searching as she backs into the shower to make room. “At least for a little while?”

Warmth and love flows over him, so fierce it seems to constrict his very being.

“Of course,” he says, his voice rough and hardly more than a murmur. Slowy, he reaches for the clasp of his rofjinn and strips, watching her as she watches him in return—drinking in the sight of her body and her spirit, whole and well before his eyes and so precious to his heart. She turns the water back on, and he steps under its spray, letting the hot streams flow down his back as he pulls her close. “As long as you need.”

The Cookie (IwaOi)
  • WARNING: this concept is not mine. It is from a fanfic and I thought it was amazing and had to post it. I do not own it. The inspiration for this post was a fic called: “you better catch it” by laubear, I recommend you read it, it's awesome. The scene is set as follows: there is a cookie between Iwaizumi and Oikawa, they are to pretend they are on a stranded island and the cookie is their only means to survive. This is how they deal with it.
  • Iwaizumi: Eat the cookie.
  • Oikawa *crosses arms and shakes head like the baby he is*: Nuh uh.
  • Iwaizumi: Eat. The. Cookie.
  • Oikawa: You can't make me, Iwa-chan. Unless you want to feed it to me?
  • Iwaizumi *aggressively wrestles Oikawa to the ground and shoves the cookie down his throat, so much so that Oikawa is forced to swallow and eat it*: There.
  • Oikawa *wipes crumbs off face*: I said feed it to me, not choke me with it.
Cause I believe Kimberly is scared of making Trini hate her as well
  • Kimberly: (giggling) Oh what you mean like that time you tore open your shirt in gym cause you shoved too many Dodge balls up there.
  • Zack (in the background): Wait what. Please Kim, tell me this story.
  • Trini: (now annoyed) thanks Kim, now he's never gonna let this go, I asked you not to tell anyone. Christ, you can be really annoying sometimes, you know that?
  • Kimberly: (face falling) oh-oh right. I-I'm sorry. I didn't realise how- I'll just go.
  • Kimberly stands up, grabbing her things. Trini notices her bottom lip trembling, Kimberly obviously trying to mask her pain.
  • Trini (suddenly feeling very guilty): shit Kim. I didn't mean it like that. Don't go.
  • Kimberly: no. No it's fine, I'll leave. I'm the one who should be sorry. I promised I wouldn't tell anyone and I broke that trust.
  • Trini (grabbing Kimberly's wrist, speaking softly) Kim. I'm not Amanda, I don't hate you. I was just annoyed, and you didn't betray me. You don't have to go.
  • Kimberly: you don't have to say that cause you feel guilty.
  • Trini (pulling Kimberly down next to her, Zack noticing this and leaving, giving the duo some privacy): I'm not. I say things I don't mean when I get annoyed or angry. I wasn't angry at you, I was annoyed cause I knew Zack would use it against me in some way. I didn't mean to make you think I hated you.
  • Kimberly (struggling to keep the tears from falling): it's just... After what I did to Amanda. I'm so scared everyone's going to hate me and leave when you all realise how much of a bitch I am. I'm scared you're going to leave me and I-I... I can't lose you too.
  • Trini (quickly pulling Kimberly into a tight hug, the Pink Ranger's body shaking as she sobbed into the Yellow Ranger's shirt): we're never leaving you Kim. I'm never leaving you. You're stuck with me.
  • Kimberly: you say that like it's a bad thing.
  • Trini: to most people it is.
  • Kimberly (she murmured, leaning slowly up to the Yellow Ranger): I'm not most people.
  • Trini (her voice breathy): Kim. W-what- what are you doing?
  • Kimberly: something I've wanted to do since we jumped off the cliff.
  • Trini: you mean when you dragged me down with you.
  • Kimberly (giggling slightly): eh. Tomato tomato.
  • Before Trini could retort with a sarcastic comment, Kimberly softly pressed her lips to Trini's. The shorter girl tasting the soft tears on Kimberly's lips.
  • Trini (after pulling away, causing Kimberly to whine): I take back what I said earlier. You are definitely not annoying.
  • Kimberly: if that's what you think after I kissed you, maybe I should do it a bit more.
  • Trini: maybe you should.
  • Before they could though, they heard Zack cheering in the background.
  • Trini (seething): I swear, if he watched all of that, I'll use him as my personal piñata.
  • Kimberly: have fun.
  • She watched as the shorter Ranger chased Zack, hearing his screams as he ran out of the room, Kimberly wiped away her tears, all previous fears leaving as she gently touched her lips.
  • Kimberly (whispering to herself): yeah I'm definitely fucking bi. Without a doubt.

Taylor Swift has that music that you could either listen to in your room alone and cry and relfect on life or you could jam out to it with your girlfriends while baking cookies and getting ready or you could dance around to it with your boyfriend at midnight and be all cute or you could sing along to it with your family on long car rides and I think that’s why she’s so universal and loved.

can't shake what you've done no matter how far you outrun it

pairing: thomas jefferson x reader

warnings: cheating

the title is a clipping. lyric from ‘baby don’t sleep’

I clutched the papers in my hand, looking down at them again. I heard the door open and I turned to see my husband enter the house before taking his coat off and hanging it up. He glanced at me, smiling. He did a double take once he saw my expression and he quickly made his way over to me, reaching out to grab my arm. I stepped away from him quickly and he looked at me, confused. He looked down and upon seeing the fact that I was holding pieces of paper, his gaze darted from the papers to me.

“Who sent you a letter?”

“Alexander.”

“Did he send you a sequel to the Reynolds Pamphlet? If so, I would love to read it.” He joked, trying to cover up the nervous tone in his voice.

“Funnily enough, yes. But it’s not titled anything because neither him nor Lafayette know how many women you’ve slept with in France and that wouldn’t make a good title, would it?” I asked him and he looked shocked.

“So ruining his own marriage wasn’t good enough for Alexander, he had to ruin mine as well.” He frowned and I rolled my eyes.

“No, that was you Thomas. You ruined our marriage, not him.” I corrected him and he tried to reach out for my arm again. “Don’t try to make this right because you can’t Thomas.”

“What-”

“Stop. I trusted you. I trusted that you could control yourself while you were off hiding in France for several years. And you broke it.”

“Your trust?”

“That and our relationship. You killed our relationship when I was across the ocean when I thought that you loved me and that it was only me. I trusted you and now god knows how many other people you’ve slept with.”

“I can explain.”

“No you can’t, you coward! Why can’t you just admit that you did it?
"I did! Is that what you wanted to hear? That I knowingly cheated on you and went behind your back for years? Or that I felt awful after every time but I still didn’t say no the next time? What do you want to hear that can possibly fix what I did?” He asked and I approached him, leaning in close to his face.

“I hope that you burn.”

#mollyhadthenightwatch 😔
  • : : *IGNORES SERIES FOUR SUPER HARD...EXCEPT THIS ONCE. MILD SPOILERS FOR THE LYING DETECTIVE*
  • *221B*
  • Sherlock & Molly: *sitting opposite each other*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *reaches for his phone*
  • Molly: *sits up*
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Relax. I'm ordering takeaway.
  • Molly: *frowns*
  • Sherlock: *smiles* For two.
  • Molly: *folds her arms*
  • Sherlock: *sighs; hands over his phone*
  • Molly: *stuffs it in her bra* I'm ordering *goes to the laptop*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • AN HOUR LATER
  • Molly: *eating chips*
  • Sherlock: *staring at her*
  • Molly: What?
  • Sherlock: You answered the door like that?
  • Molly: *confused* Like what?
  • Sherlock: *shakes his head* Nevermind. I could snap you in half.
  • Molly: *raises her eyebrows* Excuse-
  • Sherlock: *annoyed* If I wanted to, Molly. I could easily overpower you. What makes you think you stand a chance?
  • Molly: *giggles* Try me.
  • FIVE MINUTES LATER
  • Molly: *pinning Sherlock to the ground; smug* Satisfied?
  • Sherlock: *his face pressed into the floor* You're deceptively strong.
  • Molly: *stands up; smiling* And don't you forget it.
  • Sherlock: *jumps up; brushing himself down* By the way, that was arousing.
  • Molly: *gives him the look*
  • Sherlock: *sits down* Sorry.
Admin is binge watching all the RTAAs
  • Sun: So yeah Blake hey, I was wondering if you wanted to, y'know. Go ou-
  • Sun's scroll, dinging, in a monotonous voice: New message from Scarlet David.
  • Blake, shaking her head, unimpressed: It was only a matter of time. You know you can't hide from your team forever.
  • Sun, sighs: Yeah yeah, let me just open the message.
  • Sun's scroll, in the same monotonous voice after Sun opens the message: Message from Scarlet David, "You are a punk cu-".
  • Sun, frantically shutting his scroll's volume off: HAHAHA OOOH BOY. That Scarlet. Aha. They sure are somethin' else aren't they?
  • Blake: Yikes...
At my wedding
  • Priest: You have both prepared your own vows.
  • Spouse: I promise to honor, protect, and love you. I am yours, for the rest of my days.
  • Me: *ahem* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. I'm you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right? - What do you mean? We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That's why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I'm the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one's flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But isn't he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
"I can't let you do that."  (a Walking Dead ficlet, Caryl + Tara + Morgan).

I don’t even know what this is, guys.  Speculation?  Wishful thinking?  I really don’t know.  Just me working through some dialogue prompts trying to shake the writer’s block dust off, and I guess I’ve been reading and checking out too many filming spoilers/pics, lol.  This probably has literally zero basis in reality, but eh.  I don’t care.  Anything that gets the creative juices flowing again can’t be all bad, huh?  I’m not 100% happy with it, but then again, I never am, lol. 

Just a moment in an alleyway. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! So I'm a junior in HS and I'm going to be SM of my drama program next year. In the last month, my confidence in my ability to SM well enough has shot down. I'm afraid that no one on my crew will take me seriously, or that I'll say or do something wrong. I feel like I'm being irrational, but I can't shake it off. Do you have any advice as to how I can combat this? Or any tips for getting people to take me seriously/balancing being "the boss" with being a friend? Thank you!!!

The minute you set foot in the audition room, the rehearsal room, or on the stage, you are not their friend. This is extremely difficult to wrap your head around in the high school setting, but the sooner you can, the less fear you’ll feel. This is not to say that you are not friendly; to the contrary, you can definitely influence others with your Mary Poppins personality: “kind, but extremely firm.” Yes, this is an extracurricular, but if the quarterback of the football team was goofing off during practice, don’t you think the coach would get on him? What would happen during the game when his lack of practice became evident? It’s the same thing during rehearsals for a play or musical. You all have a job with specific responsibilities; yours as the stage manager is to keep the train going on-schedule and in the best possible condition.

You will have friends that will take your position lightly; you will have friends that think you’re power tripping (though don’t do that either); you will have friends that won’t take you seriously. I did this professionally and still have this happen. Ask your teacher or director to keep you in check if they see your leadership approach needs tweaking. Seek advice from them. Encourage a discussion with cast and crew about teamwork and how everyone’s position is different but working towards the same goal. Definitely ask your teacher to discuss basic rehearsal and backstage etiquette for all involved. To combat the concerns and fears you have now, talk to your teacher about them. Ask them what strengths they see in you and what they hope you’ll improve upon during your year. Take the criticism as a springboard to improving. Own the fact that you will make mistakes during this process - you won’t be the only one! - and be quick to apologize for and learn from them.

You’ll do great!

SMSG

An early morning drink~ (something with a kick?)
  • AFD!Yang, breathing heavily as she throws a few rapid punches into a punching bag, counting them of: One. One, two. One, two, three. One, two.
  • AFD!Yang, grabs hold of the bag to stabilize it, looking over her tapped shoulder: Oh? It's you. How'd you find me here? I just started going to this gym.
  • AFD!Yang, shaking her head, picking her water bottle up off the ground and turns to face the short acquaintance: Actually. I don't even want to know how you found me. Listen, that whole...thing...was a one time deal. Okay? You need to get over me.
  • AFD!Yang, scoffs and rubs her eyes: Look, those puppy-dog eyes won't work on me. Alright? I'm in a relationship and I just can't do something like this. It's wrong.
  • AFD!Yang, looking down unflinching against piercing eyes that are no longer witholding their anger: Yeah. I'm sorry. But leave.
  • ~~~~~~
  • AFD!Yang, wiping sweat off her face with a towel as she wraps up her workout, then throws it over her shoulder to pick up her ringing scroll: Blake? What's up ba-
  • AFD!Blake, abruptly, cutting Yang off with a sharp attitude, using names with a stinging tone: Someone's here at the apartment Yang. So I expect you to be home soon, to talk to me....and this.../Neo/.
  • AFD!Yang, frozen in place as the call hangs up in her ear, slowly puts her scroll into her pocket, trembling as she walks into the gym's locker room, shakily speaking to herself: I'll just...go home. And explain how it was...a one time thing. A mistake...yeah, a mistake. Won't...won't happen again...yeah.
Aries and Cancer
  • Aries: *eating ice cream*
  • Cancer: Don't eat ice cream, its snowing you're gonna get sick.
  • Aries: LOL I DON'T CARE I LOVE ICE CREAM!
  • Cancer: *sigh* how many times do I have to tell y-
  • Aries: OMG IS THAT A CHIPMUNK?!
  • Cancer: Aries.
  • Aries: *runs after chipmunk* COME HERE CHIPMUNK!
  • Cancer: Aries don't just run off to places like that!
  • Aries: CHIPMUUUNK WHERE ARE YOUUUU??
  • Cancer: Stop running we're gonna get lost!
  • Cancer: ARIES WATCH OUT!
  • Aries: Huh? *falls into a pond*
  • Cancer: OH MY GOD ARIES ARE YOU OKAY? *pulls Aries out of the pond*
  • Aries: *shaking* I-its cold...
  • Cancer: YOU SCARED ME TO DEATH WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE CAREFUL?!
  • Aries: Lol chill I'm okay.
  • Cancer: You could've hit your head on a rock or get kidnapped or-
  • Aries: Yeah yeah whatever, I'M GONNA GO BUILD A FORT AND MAKE A SNOWMAN! *runs away*
  • Cancer: NO STOP YOU'RE WET YOU HAVE TO GET INSIDE COME HERE!
  • Virgo: *watching from a distance* Geez Aries is like an overly-energetic 5 year old and Cancer is like his mother...
1989 Polaroids & Their Respective Songs
  • Polaroid #01: Out Of The Woods; We were built to fall apart, then fall back together.
  • Polaroid #02: Blank Space; So hey, let's be friends! I'm dying to see how this one ends.
  • Polaroid #03: All You Had To Do Was Stay; You were all I wanted... But not like this.
  • Polaroid #04: How You Get The Girl; Broke your heart, I'll put it back together.
  • Polaroid #05: Out Of The Woods; You took a polaroid of us.
  • Polaroid #06: Blank Space; Rose garden filled with thorns.
  • Polaroid #07: Blank Space; ... And I know you heard about me.
  • Polaroid #08: Out Of The Woods; When the sun came up, you were looking at me.
  • Polaroid #09: Clean; I think I am finally clean.
  • Polaroid #10: This Love; This love is alive, back from the dead.
  • Polaroid #11: Clean; When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe
  • Polaroid #12: Clean; Just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it.
  • Polaroid #13: Blank Space; Nice to meet you. Where you been?
  • Polaroid #14: Blank Space; You look like my next mistake.
  • Polaroid #15: This Love; These hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me.
  • Polaroid #16: This Love; This love left a permanent mark.
  • Polaroid #17: Blank Space; So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames.
  • Polaroid #18: Style; We never go out of style...
  • Polaroid #19: Blank Space; Love's a game // wanna play?
  • Polaroid #20: Bad Blood; If you love like that, blood runs cold.
  • Polaroid #21: Welcome To New York; Kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats.
  • Polaroid #22: Blank Space; You know I love the players and you love the game.
  • Polaroid #23: Blank Space; Darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.
  • Polaroid #24: Clean; Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you.
  • Polaroid #25: Welcome To New York; It's been waiting for you.
  • Polaroid #26: Style; You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye.
  • Polaroid #27: Style; I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt.
  • Polaroid #28: Wildest Dreams; He's so bad, but he does it so well.
  • Polaroid #29: This Love; You showed up just in time.
  • Polaroid #30: I Wish You Would; You always knew how to push my buttons. You give me everything and nothing.
  • Polaroid #31: How You Get The Girl; That's how it works. That's how you get the girl.
  • Polaroid #32: This Love; In silent screams, in wildest dreams // I never dreamed of this.
  • Polaroid #33: Blank Space; Boys only want love if it's torture.
  • Polaroid #34: Welcome To New York; The lights are so bright, but they never blind me.
  • Polaroid #35: I Wish You Would; We're a crooked love in a straight line down.
  • Polaroid #36: Bad Blood; Baby now we got bad blood.
  • Polaroid #37: All You Had To Do Was Stay; People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.
  • Polaroid #38: Blank Space; I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.
  • Polaroid #39: Welcome To New York; Everybody here was someone else before.
  • Polaroid #40: All You Had To Do Was Stay; Why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?
  • Polaroid #41: Blank Space; Cherry lips, crystal skies...
  • Polaroid #42: Bad Blood; You know, it used to be mad love.
  • Polaroid #43: Wildest Dreams; Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around.
  • Polaroid #44: This Love; Your kiss, my cheek, I watched you leave.
  • Polaroid #45: Out Of The Woods; And I remember thinking // "Are we out of the woods yet?"
  • Polaroid #46: I Wish You Would; Headlights pass the window pane // I think of you.
  • Polaroid #47: Clean; I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing.
  • Polaroid #48: Blank Space; Magic, madness, Heaven, sin.
  • Polaroid #49: Shake It Off; Can't stop, won't stop movin.
  • Polaroid #50: Bad Blood; Did you think we'd be fine? Still got scars on my back from your knife.
  • Polaroid #51: Wildest Dreams; Say you'll see me again, even if its just in your wildest dreams.
  • Polaroid #52: Clean; The flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst
  • Polaroid #53: Welcome To New York; Everybody here wanted something more // Searching for a sound we hadn't heard before.
  • Polaroid #54: Out Of The Woods; The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color.
  • Polaroid #55: Wildest Dreams; Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down.
  • Polaroid #56: Blank Space; Stolen kisses, pretty lies...
  • Polaroid #57: Bad Blood; You say "sorry" just for show // If you live like that, you live with ghosts.
  • Polaroid #58: Out Of The Woods; Are we in the clear yet? Good.
  • Polaroid #59: Bad Blood; Band aids don't fix bullet holes.
  • Polaroid #60: This Love; This love is good // This love is bad.
  • Polaroid #61: This Love; Lantern, burning, flickered in my mind for only you.
  • Polaroid #62: I Wish You Would; Wish you knew that I'll never forget you as long as I live.
  • Polaroid #63: Out Of The Woods; We decided to move the furniture so we could dance.
  • Polaroid #64: I Know Places; They are the hunters. We are the foxes... and we run.
  • Polaroid #65: Welcome To New York; Like any true love, it drives you crazy.

anonymous asked:

I know you've been super busy with school and everything, best of luck to you with it all! Anyway I'm having a lovely overseas trip at the moment but I just had a really bad nightmare and can't shake it off. If you could do some secretly married/unsuspecting rookie patater maybe at an NHL event or something like that, I would really appreciate and love you for it ❤️ I check your blog everyday and it always give me a little boost (I get my secret pens fix here bc I'm a leafs fan)

aaa feel better friend!! I don’t know if this is what you wanted but hope this satisfies the confused rookies part!


Tater is sick, and Tater is almost never sick. The rookies don’t know whether it’s because the guy’s 6’4 and built of stronger stuff than steel and vodka, or maybe Tater’s too stubborn to admit it when he is actually ill, but the only thing certain is that that’s the only reason he’s missing from the Falconer’s holiday philanthropy-something-or-the-other dinner where the players have to mingle with rich sponsors and older women who try to “accidentally” grope them while dancing. The only person really upset about it is Tater. Everyone else is just jealous.

“I’m like socializing,” Tater’s voice says from Jack’s speakerphone. His stuffy noise is obvious, even with the noise already present in the locker room. “Is funny to watch Zimmboni avoid old ladies grabbing him.” 

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  • Qrow: What's shaking, Ice Queen?
  • Winter: Ugh, go away Qrow- I'm not in the mood for your stupidity today.
  • Qrow: Damn, that was colder than usual. You doing alright, Schnee?
  • Winter: No, I'm not doing alright! I feel terrible! I think I caught something from that last mission.
  • Qrow: *leans in, visible concern on his face* Oh wow, you aren't kidding.
  • Winter: ... What do you mean?
  • Qrow: Your face is all red and your nose is starting to swell, your hair is looking really greasy, your eyelids are dark and eyes are bloodshot, the ears are-
  • Winter: IT'S MY STOMACH THAT HURTS, YOU IDIOT! MY FACE IS FINE!
  • Qrow: *smirks* Eh, simple mistake- guess you always look that way.
  • Winter: *growls, ducking her head to look at the ground* Leave me alone.
  • Qrow: *pauses before taking Winter's chin gently and meeting her eyes* Hey, I'm just buggin' ya- trying to brighten your mood.
  • Winter: *avoids his gaze* Well, it's not working...
  • Qrow: I picked up on that. *reaches in pocket, handing her a few pills* These'll help with the pain. It should be gone within the hour.
  • Winter: Oh... *glances at the pills and at him* Um, thank you, Qrow. I... Appreciate it.
  • Qrow: *chuckles* Don't mention it- But I can't give you anything for the face though. That's stuck as it is.
  • Winter: *fails to fight back urge to grin* ... You're a jerk, Qrow.
  • Qrow: *grins as well, touching his forehead to Winter's before walking off* And yet, you can't get enough of me.
  • Winter: *looks at the pills, shaking her head to hide her blush* ... Perhaps I can't.