i hope she makes another movie like this

For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mine until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.
—  for my wife.

For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. (( yo it’s 1:47am))
Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mind until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.

@x-my-mind-is-a-warrior-x
Photo Shoot

Opening your eyes you felt around trying to find the warmth that normally consumed you. Instead of finding him you felt the empty side. Letting out a sigh you decided to get up and get breakfast. When you walked into the kitchen the glint of something caught your eye.

Walking over you looked down to find Harry’s face on the cover. Actually you found three different covers. Picking them all up you made your way to the living room. You remember him talking about the photo shoot but didn’t know it was published yet. You opened all three to find them the same, so you took one and began looking through it.

The photos were beautiful. Harry was very photogenic, although he hated taking them. He wanted to be the one behind the camera. However after his friend Matt passed, he lost interest. It’s been a difficult time for him lately. Photography used to be an escape, but now it was a reminder of how short life is.

Flipping through the magazine it was hard to choose a favorite picture, until you came upon the one of him lying in the field in huge sweater with a huge smile on his face. This was the Harry you were used to seeing. The one who was happy and wouldn’t let anything get to him. It’d been a long time since you’d seen him like that. You began to ache. If only he’d feel like this every day. You don’t mean to sound selfish but you wanted your Harry back. Not the one who only pretended to be happy, but was really in pain.

The photographs were amazing, however they couldn’t compare to the interviews and letter from Gemma. The letter from Gemma was first. If you’d known what she’d written you would have tried to prepare yourself for it.

After reading Gemma’s letter you had to set the magazine down to not get tears on it. You couldn’t fathom why you were so emotional, she’d told you those stories many times. But for some reason seeing them written down for the world to see hit you a thousand times harder. Now the world would have a glimpse into the Harry anyone close to him knew.

When the tears finally stop you pick up the magazine to see what else it had in store. Harry’s interview with Paul McCartney. Even though they weren’t face to face you knew Harry was probably a little nervous. He’s a very confident person but every once in a while he was self conscious. Most of the time it didn’t have to deal with other people, but just how he felt about himself. It didn’t happen very often,  it when it did, it took a great deal of persuading to convince him otherwise.  On a few occasions you had to reassure him that he didn’t need to change in anyway. He always wanted to tone his stomach because the ‘pudge just wouldn’t go away.’ You were thankful he wasn’t a self conscious person because being one yourself, you knew no one should experience that feeling. The interview seemed like it went smoothly and you hoped it did for Harry’s sake. He looked up to Paul and it would have been a shame it something had gone wrong.

Harry’s interview with Chelsea Handler was next. You expected it to be an amazing interview, but you had no idea that it would end up being your favorite interview that he would ever do.

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Mark Hamill’s Carrie Fisher Tribute: “Making Her Laugh Was a Badge of Honor”

Carrie and I occupied a unique area in each other’s lives. It was like we were in a garage band together that somehow hit it huge. We had no idea the impact Star Wars would have on the world. I remember we were out on tour right before the movie opened. By the time we got to Chicago, there was a crowd at the airport. I said, ‘Hey look, you guys, there must be somebody famous on the plane.“ I was looking around to see who it might be. And then in the crowd I saw a kid dressed in a Han Solo vest. Then I saw girl dressed like Princess Leia. I said, "Oh my God, look, Carrie, there’s somebody dressed just like you. She’s got the buns on her head!”
The first time I met Carrie was at dinner in London before we started filming together. I had been the first one to go over to Africa with Sir Alec Guinness and the robots, to do all the desert planet stuff, then I came back to London and then Harrison Ford came over. Carrie was the last piece in the puzzle to come to London. So I said to the production office, “I’d like to meet her before we work together.” They worked out that we’d meet for dinner. You know, she was 19 years old at the time. I was a worldly 24. So I was thinking, “Oh my God, it’ll be like working with a high school kid.” But I was just bowled over. I mean she was just so instantly ingratiating and funny and outspoken. She had a way of just being so brutally candid. I’d just met her but it was like talking to a person you’d known for ten years. She was telling me stuff about her stepfather, about her mom, about Eddie Fisher - it was just harrowing in its detail. I kept thinking, “Should I know this?” I mean, I wouldn’t have shared that with somebody that I had trusted for years and years and years. But she was the opposite. She just sucked you into her world.

I was so middle class. Growing up, the closest thing to a celebrity we had was our next door neighbor, who was a baggage handler who returned Jerry Lewis’ wallet that fell on the tarmac in San Diego. But Carrie was something completely different. She dropped out of high school to be in the chorus of “Irene” on Broadway. I was just in awe of her.

She was so committed to joy and fun and embracing life. She had an Auntie Mame quality to her. I would do crazy things to amuse her on the set. Making her laugh was always a badge of honor. I remember during Empire we were split up storywise; it was a difficult film to shot and there was a lot of tension on the set. I was off in the swampland with the puppets and robots, but at least Carrie and Harrison got to work with human beings. Once at lunchtime she said, “You should try on my jumpsuit.” I said, “The one-piece white jumpsuit? You’re what, 5'2”? I’ll never get in!“ She said, "Just try.” I put on that Princess Leia zipper jump suit and it was so tight I looked like a Vegas lounge singer. If that wasn’t ridiculous enough, she had me put on one of those bald cap masks with the Bozo hair and glasses and nose and then she walked me around the back lot.
The lengths I would go to hear her laugh - there were no limits. I loved her and loved making her laugh. She would do these crazy things and make me do these crazy things, but I really don’t think they were crazy after all. In a way, it was a defense mechanism for her. She was so off the wall, she could use it as protection. Part of what was so poignant about her was that she was vulnerable, that there was this glimmer of a little girl that was so appealing and it roused the protective nature in my personality.

I’m grateful that we stayed friends and got to have this second act with the new movies. I think it was reassuring to her that I was there, the same person, that she could trust me, as critical as we could sometimes be with each other. We ran the gamut over the years, where we were in love with each other, where we hated each other’s guts. “I’m not speaking to you, you’re such a judgmental, royal brat!” We went through it all. It’s like we were a family.
When you were in her good graces, you couldn’t have more fun with any person on the planet. She was able to make you feel like you were the most important thing in her life. I think that’s a really rare quality. And then you could go 180 degrees opposite, where you were furious with one another and wouldn’t speak for weeks and weeks. But that’s all part of what makes a relationship complete. It’s not all one sided. Like I say, she was a handful. She was high maintenance. But my life would have been so much drabber and less interesting if she hadn’t been the friend that she was.

When You Take the Mask Off (Part 1)

Series Summary: Fank’s one-night-stands turns into more than he thought, and this girl is more than she seems.

A/N: Alright, this series is going to be under the tags “when you take the mask off” and “wyttmo series”.  Also, this series will have a separate tag list, feel free to message me if you want to be tagged!

Frank Adler x reader

Word count: 1185

Summary: The Saturday morning rules are broken, but (Y/N) doesn’t mind.

Warnings: one-night-stands, implied sex (no actual smut), little bit of awkwardness (this fic will be a bit more crass than what I normally write, just a heads up)

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Infinitely Wallflowers. (Chapter One)

Eventual Peter Parker X Reader II POV: Third Person. 

A/N: I was watching one of my favorite movies (Perks of Being A Wallflower) and decided that i’d have to make a spin-off with Peter. It isn’t exactly like the book/movie, It’s just my take with the characters from Marvel. I really hope you guys like it! Also, I couldn’t find the name of his friend anywhere, So i just used Patrick.

Warnings: Slight mentions of sexual content, Cussing, Bullying, High School, A little slow paced.

Words: 1,383 (Pretty sure that’s the highest word count i’ve had!)

Song to listen to:  could it be another change.

(Chapter two)


August 25th, 2016

Dear Journal,

I am writing in this because Aunt May told me to. She says it’ll be something ‘amazing’ to look back on in 20 years. I feel like this will be more of a reminder that I didn’t have any friends, that I never slept with that ‘one girl’, and i had those weird powers. Honestly if it were up to me, I would choose to forget these years, instead of preserving them for decades. I also wish I knew what the hell i’m doing with my life, but that’d be too easy. I don’t think anyone knows what the hell they’re doing, though. Anyway, I’m rambling. So, I guess this’ll be my life written down on paper.

Always, Peter P.


The minute Peter knew high school was going to be a disaster was when he took his first steps into the building. He couldn’t believe how boring and depressing the whole school was. Basically, everything was just bland. Bland…from the dimly lit crowded halls, where everywhere you looked someone was getting bullied, to the constantly loud students who seemed to never shut up. He tried to make his way to his locker, but the endless amount of people was so hard to get through.

Peter thought maybe his old friends from middle school would help him find out where everything was…or just talk to him, but the most he got from any them was a “Sorry, who are you?”, “Umm, try someone else,” and ‘Yeah, I don’t want to hang out with you,”…if they even bothered to give him a reply. Anyone else he tried to interact with either shrugged his presence off or rolled their eyes. Within the first hour of school, Peter could tell that High School was so much different than Middle School.

From then on, Peter made sure to keep his head down, stick to himself, and stay out of trouble.

At that point, almost halfway through the first day of many to come, most people were probably envisioning how the rest of their school years would go. But as Peter was almost pushed to the ground for simply opening his locker, he was dreaming about his last day of high school…which looked like heaven from where he was standing.

To pass the time, in one of Peter’s classes, he decided to count how many days until graduation. He thought maybe it’d give him a glimmer of hope - the same kind he had before he walked to school that morning. But it actually made it much worse.

Turns out, it’d be 1,385 days until he was officially out.

1,385 days of pure, fiery hell.

His last class was workshop. It was his easiest class, But also the one he hated the most. because it was taught by the worst teacher in the whole school - Derrick Jones, AKA Ponytail Derrick. He overheard some students call him that, even to his face. Peter could go on forever listing why he hated Mr. Jones, but it was really because Jones happened to be dating his Aunt May. Normally, Peter wouldn’t be so protective over May, but something was off about Ponytail Derrick. Peter couldn’t place his finger on it, but he just couldn’t trust him.

“Kids, I’m going to give you the hardest assignment a teacher can possibly give on the first day, and it’ll only get worse from here,” a student said from behind the teacher’s desk. Peter was pretty sure his name was Patrick. The only upside to being in Ponytail Derrick’s class was getting to witness Patrick’s pure genius. He was easily the best class clown in the whole school. And he even managed to never really come off as being mean-spirited - he was just making the freshmen feel comfortable. And it made basically the whole class roar with laughter.

“Ahem.” Everyone’s eyes went wide, realizing that Derrick Jones himself was standing at the doorway. Hopefully he hadn’t been standing there for the whole thing.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, Mr…?” Mr. Jones huffed in rage, staring down the whole class - even the small amount of people who didn’t laugh. And even though Patrick was getting the death glare, He still stood his ground, With a smirk on his face.

“It’s Patrick. You either call me Patrick, or Nothing.”

“Okay, Nothing. Get back to your seat.” Patrick was surprised to see Ponytail Derrick call him out, He didn’t actually think Derrick had the guts to do it.  He nonchalantly meandered back to his seat, not even a little embarrassed. Peter just couldn’t understand how to not be completely red in that situation.

But that’s what was different from Peter and other kids - he was a shy, socially awkward, know-it-all wallflower…not to mention the fact that he was a fucking superhero. He still couldn’t believe it. Peter didn’t think he could ever be normal, and that’s what everyone wanted, right? To have normal friends and live a normal life. Not having to take risks and be stable. Peter actually longed for that. To finally not be an outcast. If he was ever considered normal even by the slightest, he would be happy.

As soon as Peter walked out of the class, he knew he wanted to try and talk to Patrick. He remembered what May had told him before he went off to school:

“You know, they say if you make one friend on your first day, you’ll do well. So put yourself out there. All you have to do is try. Just try, for me.”

Just one friend. It couldn’t be hard. Except he had gone the whole day without any good interactions directly. Apparently no one was nice. And he didn’t want to force himself to make friends with people he hated. If he was going to have a friend, he would do it right. And the one person who seemed okay could possibly be a asshole. But he really hoped he wouldn’t be.

Peter closed his locker, looking around the hallway to see if maybe Patrick was there. The deal he made with himself was that if he saw Patrick, he would talk to him. If not, then he could go home without having a socially-caused heart attack. He decided that tomorrow would be a better day. He just wouldn’t go through high school doing the same thing every day, wasting away time he could never get back. How he could do better? He had no idea. He just knew that something needed to happen,

And that’s when Peter saw her. “Holy shit,” Peter muttered under his breath. To say he was awestruck  would be an understatement. She was chatting with Patrick, leaning against one of the lockers, laughing at something funny. She had this unconventional look of beauty, not in a weird or bad way, but in a way that he could tell she was one of a kind. Everything from how she dressed, which looked straight from a 90s teen film, to the way she looked when she was filled with joy. A little part of him wanted to make her laugh like that again, but the other part was screaming at him to stop staring like an idiot and leave before anyone noticed.

But it was a little too late for that.

Suddenly, she looked in his general direction, Probably looking for one of her friends or something, but he knew that she saw him. Peter was completely frozen. Of course. And to make it worse, she actually made eye contact with him. Fuck.

But instead of saying something mean, or telling him to mind his business, she just smiled at him. A warm, true smile. Peter basically melted, cause holy shit she just smiled at him. And he managed to awkwardly wave, trying his best not to look like a lovestruck puppy.

“Y/N!” a person shouted, without a care in the world that the whole school could hear them scream her name. The girl whipped her head around to see her friend, hugging them like she hadn’t seen them in one million years.

Y/n. He repeated that name in his head a few times, soaking it in. It was a beautiful name..at least that’s what he thought.

It fit her perfectly.

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mr. clarke & his cute as fuck girlfriend during their movie night – requested by anonymous

anonymous asked:

Same! I knew a lot of eyes were gonna be on harry and critics would definitely not go easy on him so to see so many positive reviews already feels so amazing. And this movie which is being lauded as a masterpiece right now is his first film ever, that's so wild. I feel like this is another massive launching point for harry and I am do beyond proud right now

This is SO exciting it feels impossible to keep it all inside, doesn’t it?? Like I’m legitimately sitting on my hands to keep myself from sending these tweets to everyone I know. He did it and he did it WELL!

(p.s. I hope that ‘same!’ is in reference to you also handing out glossy copies of the harry praise to your coworkers because I am firing up the color copier as we speak!)

Why I Loved Zootopia’s Judy Hopps

Very few times do I ever find a character that ends up meaning more to me than a real person would. And when I entered the cinema for Zootopia, I didn’t think this would happen. From the trailers, it seemed like Nick would be the one I loved and Judy one I’d be indifferent with.

Well, well, never was I more wrong.

Not that I don’t love Nick. I love him, but Judy…gosh, I fell in love with Judy from the very first minute. She was everything I loved in a character, and I ended up rooting for her so much throughout the movie. There are plenty of reasons why I love this energizer bunny, but here are my top four:

She tries.

One of the rules of Pixar’s storytelling is that you admire a character more for his/her trying than his/her successes. I’ m well aware this isn’t Pixar, but for Judy, that was the exact reason why I loved her so much from the beginning.

From the very first scene, I fell in love with how determined she was. I was rooting for her to succeed because I saw how much she wanted it – I saw how much she was trying. Even if the world told her it wasn’t possible, that it wasn’t common at all for a bunny to be a cop, she didn’t listen to ‘em. Instead, she held her head up high and said, “Well then, I guess I’ll have to be the first.”

Since that line, I knew I was going to spend the entire movie hoping she succeeded.

She’s clever as heck.

Damn, this bunny is clever. I’m so happy Disney didn’t just make another cute but ditzy heroine like Rapunzel or Anna – man, this girl’s got the BRAINS. I was so impressed with how she got out of certain situations, like when she got Nick to solve the crime with her, or how she got to go inside the car without having to climb the fence.

Also, her training montage clearly shows how she uses her bunnyness to her best ability. She doesn’t give up because she’s small or weak – instead, she uses her abilities as a bunny to succeed.

Not to mention her one-liners are pretty clever. Like that multiplying joke.

She has flaws and makes mistakes.

One of the reasons why I didn’t like Rapunzel or Anna was how…perfect they were. Even their supposed flaws were passed off as cute or quirky. Well, you won’t get any of that in this movie. Judy Hopps is flawed and the movie doesn’t make light of it either. Instead, they use her flaws to create a more wonderful character – and to further preach the themes, of course.

I guess it’s pretty cliché for me to say I love a character for their flaws, but I’ve noticed that the characters people usually hate, I love. I love characters whose flaws and mistakes aren’t brushed aside. I don’t think Judy Hopps is hated (her plushies sold out faster than Nick’s, and for some reason, that actually kind of makes me happy) but I’m glad even she made mistakes. Mistakes that had consequences.

(No spoilers, of course.)

She and Nick have the greatest chemistry in a Disney movie ever.

Okay, so this is more like a bonus reason. But don’t the two have such great chemistry together?! How could you not ship them? (Doesn’t matter if it’s platonic or romantic.)

So there you go, fellow Disney lovers! Did you guys love Zootopia as much as I did?

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School Boy (Part 2)

Part 1 

(A/N: After requests for a part 2 I have wrote it. I hope you enjoy it and it lives up to your expectations! Also sorry it took so long!)

School went well. You found out that Areum was set to be in your class for most things. She sat a few rows to the left of you, meaning you would catch eye contact a lot while you both daydreamed. Even when daydreaming she was beautiful. Her hair was a natural dark brown -obviously untouched with dye- she wore very little make up and looked gorgeous regardless, her lips parted slightly when she daydreamed with her pencil against her bottom lip. Her face had certain features similar to Jungkook, teeth and mouth for definite. You always called Jungkook a bunny because of his teeth. Whenever she caught you daydreaming in her direction she would grin widely, making you grin too.  

The day dragged on and on and when it ended you met with the cousins who were already waiting by the door for you.

“Took your time Y/N.” Jungkook smirked.

Slapping his arm, you replied, “You ready to go?” They both nodded, so you gripped the strap of your bag and walked off with the two following you.

Conversation started easily as it usually did when you were with Jungkook. You started talking mainly about Areum and why she moved -because her father got a new job in the city closest to the town- and the kind of things she was into. But it wasn’t like a Q&A, where you kept firing questions at her and she answered. One thing led to another, she ranted about the things she liked and you found out that you had a lot more in common than you first thought.

When Jungkook rolled his eyes at the way you were both ranting about your favourite movie, you both snapped your heads to face him.

“Did you just roll your eyes at us?” You asked sternly making his face drop in fear. He really was innocent.

“N-no.” He gulped making Areum laugh and you smirk.

“I sure hope not.” You scolded making him look down at his shoes and scratch the back of his neck.

“Look at little Jungkookie blushing.” Areum laughed and reached across you to ruffle Kookie’s hair.

Batting away her hand, he flashed red and muttered, “I am not blushing.”

You and Areum laughed and him and he continued to not look at you. When your laughter died down you turned back to him. “You know I’m kidding Bunny.” You grinned, rustling his hair like Areum did.

“Whatever.” He brushed you off and kicked the pavement. Knowing him like you did, you realised that there was no point in teasing him further, so you went back to talking with his cousin.

After a while longer of walking, Areum stopped in front of you and pointed down the street next to her.

“This is me.”

You said your goodbyes with a hug and watched her skip down the street until she was out of sight. Then, side by side with Jungkook, you continued your walk home.

“I’m sorry about her.” Jungkook laughed.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry? I love her!” Jungkook looked up at you with a smile.

“I’m glad. I kind of regret introducing you now. Something tells me the teasing will only get worse from here.” He smirked, he suddenly towered over you. The whole walk home you had forgot he was taller from the way he was slouching.

You elbowed him in the stomach and you both laughed lightly. Continuing the walk in silence. With Areum there, you had kind of forgot what the Jungkook you knew was like, confident but kind, smart but stupid, seemingly hard but actually a big softie. He was the perfect mix of everything. Looking up at his face, you realised how well structured it was. He really was beautiful. He was leaning back slightly with one hand in his blazer pocket and the other on the strap of his bag.

“Like what you see?” He grinned down at you, snapping you out of your trance.

“Not particularly.” You laughed, hiding your blush with your hair.

Out of the corner of your eye -and behind your hair-, you saw his hand twitch a few times in his pocket. Flicking your hair out of your face, you looked up at him to see he was looking down at you already. Your eyes caught for a while until he looked away to kick a stone. You looked up at the sky and daydreamed for a while until you remembered something.

“What did Areum mean when she said you couldn’t shut up about me?” You asked curiously, not out of bragging. Your eyes stayed on the sky but his snapped to look at you.

“Urm…” He stuttered, “Well, you’re my best friend. And they ask a lot. You being a… urm… girl and all. They… urm… ask things.” He stumbled over all of his word, both struggling to think of what to say and rushing to get words out. You merely nodded in response.

Jungkook joined you on staring at the sky for the rest of your walk home and when you reached home he walked you to your door like he usually did. Your mum was in and she saw you through the window walking down the path with Jungkook behind you. She waved at you both. Jungkook waved back casually and you smiled at her. The door opened as you approached it, so you stepped inside and turned to Jungkook.

“You coming in?” Your mum asked, she always has loved Jungkook.

“Oh, No. I should… uh… get home.”

“Oh come on, just until dinner, I’ve made extra.” With open arms as always, your mother took Jungkook into the family. Shaking his head and smirking, Jungkook walked in so you closed the door behind him.

After putting your bag down on the floor and taking your bag off, you sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen where seconds later Jungkook joined you. You told your mum about your day and about Areum. She applauded you on making new friends -even if it was still through Jungkook- and you smiled, telling her you would have her over eventually when she asked when.

You and Jungkook eventually migrated to your bedroom to do any homework you had due tomorrow -because you had always ended up leaving it to the last minute- with music on. His soft humming could be heard coming from your bed while you were sat at your desk. The humming soon turned into a quiet sing that then escalated into a beautiful unintended performance, to which you were watching intently. He sang with so much passion and even though he was only paying half of his attention to his singing, he was amazing!

When the song finished, you moved to sit opposite him on your bed and looked at him, saying nothing. He felt the mattress shift and looked up to meet your gaze.

“Can I help you?” He asked casually. You just started at him in reply. “Y/N?” His eyebrows knitted together.

“How?” You asked shortly.

“What?”

“How are you so perfect at everything?” His eyes widened in shock at your words and you continued, “Singing, dancing -yes I’ve seen you dance-, rapping, school, getting girls to fall in love with you!” His whole body tensed at your last few words just as yours did.

“Fall in love with me?”

“Well… why else to people hate me?” You covered your face again with your hair and his hand twitched again. But only once this time as after the first twitch, he reached up and brushed your hair behind your ear then resting his hand on your cheek.

“I don’t hate you.” His voice lowered and took a tone that you had only heard a few times, just never in this situation.

“That makes one person.” You whispered and dropped your eyes.

His face was now so close that you could feel his breath on yours “You’re above them all anyway, you don’t need their approval.” Your breath hitched.

“I’m not. They’re way better than I am.” You replied extremely quietly.

“How about I show you how untrue that is?” He whispered huskily, his hand now dropping to the back of your neck. And as you nodded, his lips crashed into yours proving his point. You were above them! They wanted what you now had. His lips on theirs. Moving only when you gave them permission to do so. His tongue then joining in a battle for dominance. His large slender fingers in their hair.  Their fingers playing with his dark hair at the nape of his neck. His hands then dropping to their waste to bring them closer and them following his lead, giving up on dominance. Straddling his lap on his command, lips still connected. Only to be broken apart when they were both at a loss for air. Foreheads then rested against each other’s while they started into each other’s eyes and caught their breath.  To then be called down for dinner just moments later.

Everything they wanted, you had.

List of hedcanons of what memes the SAO cast likes

Sinon: MLG videos. she says “get rekt scrub” a lot and actually has a MLG soundboard on her phone with full airhorn remixes

Silica: cat videos. not much of a memer

Asuna: she unironically likes asdf movie videos and no one lets her live it down

Kirito: tumblr shitposting, would have created another shitpostgenerator with his programming skills

Klein: those really bad macros you see in mememaker.com

Lisbeth: she rickrolls all her friends on a weekly basis

Suguha and Agil: not really into memes and they live in meme reclusion. Everytime someone makes an internet reference in the group they just give each other this “what the fuck” stare

- Mod Fil

the uber ride from the airport felt like the least hectic part of savanna’s day, head resting against the car window as she took in the scenery surrounding her – palm trees lined up one after another while the blazing sun shined through the clear blue sky. it was a scene out of the cliché hollywood movies she watched as a kid, surreal in every sense of the word. if someone had told her she’d be spending her summer in los angeles, she would’ve laughed in their face, but things change when your best friends make it big. in fact, there had been a lot of changes taking place over the past year, draining any life the blonde had left in her. filling college applications and maintaining a job was manageable, having to do it without the people closest to her proved to be tougher than she’d anticipated. of course she was ecstatic for the boys and their success, being their biggest supporter from the moment they’d learned how to play instruments. that didn’t make missing them any easier, though.

once the car came to a smooth stop, followed by the sound of the driver announcing their arrival, savanna offered the man a tight lipped smile before grabbing her carry on and stepping into the driveway. after a ‘thank you’ and wave goodbye, she swung the bag over her shoulder, feet glued to the concrete as she stared at the house with wide eyes. “so this is the american dream…” she muttered to herself, proceeding to take slow steps towards the front door. releasing a shaky breath, she couldn’t help being a bit anxious about seeing everyone, more specifically isaac – afraid of the feelings he’d stir up inside of her. she rang the doorbell, shouting ‘pizza delivery!’ in her best attempt at a deep male voice, hoping to push aside any nerves.

Disney's Descendants

I just watched Descendants and let me just say it was really good! It had a surprising amount of diversity but there was still a large amount of white people in it. However seeing Cruella De'Vil portrayed as black, and Sleeping Beauty’s mother as well was interesting considering the original characters were white. It is implied that Sleeping Beauty’s daughter is mixed race. Another thing that interested me was seeing a girl in a wheelchair appearing multiple times and I couldn’t figure out who’s daughter she was. My mom suggested that she was Ariel’s daughter, since Ariel is a mermaid from birth it makes sense her daughter would be disabled and unable to walk. I was pleasantly surprised by this inclusion and hope to see more disabled and race inclusion in future original movies. Overall 8/10 but it seemed to me like a takeoff of High School Musical but with magic. Really nice but what made me laugh was how pretty much all the FX budget went to Maleficent’s dragon. But seems like a funny movie, lighthearted, a few cringeworthy moments but there is one song at the beginning really nice.

Jurassic World Review

Hey guys, Kris here and let’s not waste any time and get this review started shall we.

First off the negatives, and honestly the only real negative I have is that is that its face pacing. I wish it took some time and slowed down a bit, maybe explore some of the park attractions or more of Own interacting with the raptors, things like that before shit hitting the fan. Also like I said in my impressions, there is a lack of animatronics, sure there are some but I still long for more, at least the CGI is really top notch and I’m usually pretty picky when it comes to CGI. And there are a few rather silly moments that kinda took me out of the movie, and there was a rather small meaningless plot point of Gray and Zach’s parents getting a divorce but its never brought up again.

With that being said I gotta say I ADORED THIS MOVIE! Man it was just a non-stop wild thrill ride. But I’m getting ahead of myself, let’s talk about the characters, Owen (Chris Pratt) and Claire (Bryce Dallas Howard) have great chemistry with one another. Their interactions felt much more natural compared to the Kirbys. Owen felt more serious, compared to Pratt’s portrayal of Starlord, but he still had his charming side, Claire was awesome too, I was worried because her performance seemed dry in the trailers but Bryce seemed to seemingly go from an uptight corporate person too someone who was both brave and vulnerable kinda like Ellie but she still distinguished herself. One of my favorite scenes was when Owen and Clair comes across the Apatosaurs that was killed by the Indominus, there was little to no dialogue, all we got was the music and Bryce’s performance which she did splendidly, without saying a word we know that she finally sees these animals as living things instead of just assets. Clair’s nephew also were likable, more so the younger one Gray, mostly because of his enthusiasm of seeing these dinosaurs up close, he just reminds of of how was when I was younger, his older brother is alright but mostly forgettable. But I gotta give props to them because they saved themselves instead of being rescued, we don’t usually see that nowadays.

The Indominus Rex was one bad bitch, when people die in this film they REALLY get torn up. What I like about this is its overall presence, it even had a scene which reminded me so much of the movie Aliens, those who watched this movie know what I’m talking about. As soon as this thing broke out it was just a domino effect, things just getting so much worse each time. 

The music was also really well done, Michael Giacchino did a spendid job of not only incorporate some of John Williams original score with his own and his own pieces really stood out has its own, just like how the movie stand on its as its own movie. He also slipped in The Lost World theme, it was short and kinda subtle  but its definitely there.

Overall I really enjoyed myself, this has got to be one of the best summer block office movies I’ve seen in quite a while, I kinda felt like how I felt when I watched last year’s Godzilla. It had many themes that have call backs to the original, yet it took a different direction and made it its own. Now is it better then Jurassic Park, sadly no, Jurassic Park was the peak and nothing will ever get to be that good but I would definitely say this movie is as good The Lost World, and I’m happy with that. Do I want another Jurassic Park movie I don’t really know honestly it depends on how they approach the idea of a sequel. Now there are some scenes that will be spoilers that I would like to talk about so if you don’t want to know about them don’t read past the spoilers line. With that said I definitely recommend this movie its a fun thrill ride that will definitely leave you satisfied and make you forget about JP3. Hope you guys enjoyed Jurassic June, it was fun maybe I’ll do the same for another franchise, till then see you guys next time.

Jurassic Park Movie Ranking

1) Jurassic Park

2)Jurassic World/ The Lost Word

3) Jurassic Park 3

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Okay now I’m going to be talking about the ending sequence more specifically the Tyrannosaurs vs Indominus. Man I just gotta say I FUCKING squealed when we truly saw Rexy and I laughed when the she just busts through the Spinosaurs skeleton, I just felt like it was a big middle finger to JP3 . And when these things went at it, they really went at it, shit was getting destroyed, blood was getting spilled, it was just awesome. Then Blue (WHO IS THE BEST RAPTOR EVER) teams up with Rexy and and its just chaos.The only downside was I wished it was just a bit longer and that I really wished it was Rexy that killed the Indominus, not the Mosasaur. The Mosasaur is cool and all but it  just felt more appropriate if it was Rexy. But that final shot oh man, the feels, THE FEEELS, with Rexy looking over the island and roaring just words cannot describe the epicness. Rexy and Blue are my BROTP :)

HAIL TO THE QUEENS BABY!!!! 

P.S. My theater gave us custom 3D glasses and necklaces :)

BrittanaCon Prompt Project - 14b


AUTHOR: themostrandomfandom (FF account)

PROMPT: High school Brittana going to the movies by themselves for the first time where Santana knows it’s a date but is too nervous to call it that.

PROMPTED BY: allthrumyribs

RATED: K+

TITLE: First Time for Falling

Word Count: ~3,700

Author’s Note: Written for the BrittanaCon Prompt Project. I hope the prompter forgives me ‘cause I deviated just a little bit from the prompt; Santana calls this a date, but she’s still a nervous mess about it. So.

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Santana runs her hands over another dress in her closet. A ring of discarded outfits lies scattered around her on the floor. She’s already tried on five different options, and she’s wearing number six and considering number seven. A dress is too much for the movies. She should wear jeans. But, like, nice jeans. And a nice blouse. And she should hurry up and make her decision because she still has to fix her hair and makeup, and Brittany will be here to pick her up in less than an hour, and—

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“We Wont Turn Out Like Them” - Ashton Fluffy Smut

(So this wasn’t requested but an idea of my own, since it is quiet long i decided to make it a two parter. If you guys like it i will do Part 2 for tomorrow. Anyways its a little sad and yeah i almost cried but i hope you enjoy xx)

*His POV*
I was late home again, these days at the studio felt like months when i returned home to the familiar apartment. Walking inside to smell the sent of Y/N, feeling relaxed as i knew she was here. She meant everything to me, i lived to see those bright eyes when they connected with mine, her hair that was feathery to the touch. The way she smelt, the softness of her skin. Her laugh that always made me smile. The way i could hear her mutter to herself from time to time, the gentleness of her fingers. The petite hands that fit like a jigsaw with mine. Our proportions perfect allowing her head to lean against my chest, my arms to rest around her waist, to swing around her shoulder…But then the sadness filled my heart again. The bitter atmosphere that hung in the air these days making its appearance.

I couldn’t quite remember when it started, i just remember little things that let me know it was happening. The way she switched from wearing my cloths to bed, back to her own. How we never dressed in the same room, how we began locking the bathroom door. The way we turned away from one another as we slept, and how i began to forget the sound of her voice. We spoke like strangers, small talk and nervousness. Little glances towards one another before looking away in the hope of not being caught. Making separate meals, eating in silence. Friday night movies stopped leaving spare time in my life, i was never late to practice anymore without early morning make outs. I found myself crashing a Calum’s more and more. I couldn’t put my finger on why or how but we had drifted apart. We lived separate lives, she changed her hair style and i made new friends, she started college and the band moved forward. But we stayed together in this apartment, because if she felt anything like i did, we were far too in love with one another to end it.

The cool air of our, mine, her, this house hit my arms as i let the leather jacket fall onto the floor, walking away something stopped my from picking it up. Maybe i just didn’t care anymore. I was tired, of it all, tired of this ache inside me. An ache for the sleeping girl upstairs, it broke me every day knowing she was so close yet so far away. Kicking off my boots i wandered into the kitchen, searching for something to sooth the pain before i headed up stairs to face it. The cool liquid burned down my throat as i downed the whiskey letting out a sigh and turning off the light exiting the tilled room.

My attention was caught as the smell changed, it was sweeter than when i first came home. It smelt like, Y/N. It smelt just like her sweet perfume, thinking about the misshaped bottle that she sprayed of the soft skin of her neck every day. How i would lay in bed pretending to be asleep but secretly watching her take the bottle in her hands and let it soak into her skin. I followed it just like i did her in the mornings, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes became paralysed.

She was there, standing. So frail and small, her hands holding the jacket i had let fall moments before tightly in her hands. Against her, she held it so close like somebody was going to rip it away from her any second. The thick hair falling round her head as she lowered her face into the material, breathing in the sent on it i heard her let out a faint gasp. She was crying.

My body stood, frozen as i watched her sob. My heart beating with every hiccup and soft gasp she let out. My fists balled with frustration as i longed to pull her into my arms, jaw clenching and brow frowning with concern, i felt her pain. She was crying for the both of us. Every tear she shed i wanted to as well, i wanted to hold her to me just as tightly as she was holding the jacket. The scene in front of me restoring that she still loved me too, just like i loved her.

Before i knew what was happening my feet moved and my heart jumped to my mouth. Her body turning on the spot to see me, her blood shot eyes coming into contact with mine.

“Y/N?”

I kept moving as she stared at me, her body looked like it might fall have fallen at any moment. I was cautious at first but something inside me snapped as i came closer to my girl. She looked lost and broken just as i felt, her cheeks stained with transparent liquid shining from the dull light. Her lips trembled as i was no inches from her body. She watched me intently as i reached my hand out, i was wary. Scared that she might run away if i moved to quick, but when my eyes connected with hers we exchanged what seemed like permission to do or say what was needed. Touching her skin was like touching fire, a burning sting causing me to stop for a second. The sensation becoming addictive as i ran my fingers along her cheek, memorising every crease and wiping the tears away. I wondered how the days of laugher and that sweet smile had turned into this depressive, shattered expression she had. It was neither of our faults, just something that had happened. It was just life, cruel. It tore something so special apart but that that something was still there, the small shred of it making me fight.

“How did it end up like this huh? How did we let it happen?” I was soft almost whispering to her, a tear falling of my own. Finally we were confronting the problem.

“Im sorry.” She was almost inaudible, her face falling. She had nothing to be sorry for.

“No…I’m sorry. I promised you. I promised you that it wouldn’t be like this. We said we would never fall apart, that we wouldn’t be like all those couples who lived in black and white. We said there would always be colour, that we would always be happy. We would talk. We would always love each other…”

“You don’t love me?” Tears threatened to spill from her eyes again.

“No! Of course i love you, i love you so damn much it hurts, and thats why I’m still here. Because i love you, but i. But i stopped telling you, i stopped showing you, i let you down and I’m so fucking sorry.” It was my turn to breakdown, i felt her arms wrap around me. Her small body clinging onto mine, my larger one cradling hers, The feeling of her against me breathtaking. Together we cried.

“Just, just hold on for me Y/N.” Mumbling into her soft hair she balled my shirt in her hands, our breathing steadying. I could feel the beating of her heart slow down, the pace finding a rhythm with mine. Her body pulling away slightly to look up at me as i looked down at her, watching ever move. A flutter of butterflies filling my stomach as she grazed her fingers along my face, pushing my hair back and smiling at me.

“Your such a beautiful boy, i could never let go of you or us.” She sniffed back a last tear and i felt relief fill me as i closed my eyes pushing our foreheads together and smiling. Her fingers running through my hair, my hands holding on tightly to her.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you Ashton.” It felt good to hear her say it, although i knew it deep down hearing it gave me comfort. I really loved this girl, i loved that she was still mine after this struggle, i even loved how she never said she loved me too because it wasn’t the same but that she said it like she was saying it first because it meant more. I could list the million and one things i loved but there was all the time in the world to think about it. I was now focusing in on those plump lips that after months i longed to kiss.

“Can i..?” Gesturing what i mean she smiled with a light blush to her cheeks. My hands cupping her face as i found it adorable how she was nervous, but i was too. It was like the first time, terrified to mess up but when our lips touched all the fear in the world went out the window. It was perfect, it was like when you die and your life flashes before you, picturing all those times we shared and feeling like a page had been turned and we were now free to write our future together…


(Part 2?)

Sleepovers And Social Media Part 2

Part 1

Word Count=  3570

Warnings= More cursing than before, it gets gay.

Aight part 2 ya’ll


 You went into the kitchen to get a couple of bags of popcorn going while the others got the movie set up. As the kernels popped in the first bag, your phone buzzed in the pocket of your pajama bottoms and you turned on the screen, seeing a message from Aaron. You tabbed the notification, simultaneously opening up the microwave as it beeped, signalling the end of two minutes.

 Aaron had sent you a picture. It was of the other boys, and from the looks of it Hercules was either just waking up or still sleeping while John and Lafayette crowded around Alex, all giddy as Alex typed something into the phone in his hands.

“Expect a message and a dead Alexander very soon.” 

 You raised a brow at that, and as you were throwing in the second bag of popcorn, your phone buzzed yet again, this time with a message from Hercules. You connected the dots and smiled.

  “So that’s what you meant,” you mumble to yourself as you sent Aaron a thanks for his warning before opening the message from “Hercules”. 

  “Y/N, my dear. Words can never express how much I love and adore you. Your smile that leaves me breathless every time you bless me with it, those gorgeous eyes that never failed to make me feel like I’m the only creature in the world-”

 Either Alex is losing his touch, or he didn’t care enough to actually put more thought into his words.

 The rest of the text is similarly mushy, going on about how amazing you are and so on, how “Hercules” would make you clothes of only the finest materials because you deserved nothing less, or how he would ‘climb the highest mountains if that what it would take to have your love’.

“You certainly are the charmer Alex.”

 You collect the popcorn with a smile and head back into the living room, the others skipping through old trailers and finally getting to the menu screen, hitting play once you sit down with them. 

  At some point your phone buzzes again, this time with a small apology from Hercules for Alex messing around. You let him know it’s fine, and settle down as the movie starts.

  A small part of you wonders if Alex knows something you don’t.


“Hey Y/N, this next song is you.”

You roll your eyes at Maria when she nudges you. As the courtyard scene plays on in front of you, you’re tempted to tell her to look who’s talking, but you bite your tongue. You find all eyes on you as the scene gets closer to the song, and you suddenly regret befriending such musical people, because you can see what’s coming next.

Peggy’s phone is back in your face, and you sigh, knowing damn well you won’t be getting out of this.

“If there’s a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I’ve already won that.”

They were lucky you loved this song.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread on your face as the music started to rise and pick up.

“No man is worth the aggravation.” You snap your head towards the camera, earning you some cheers and hoots from the girls. “That’s ancient history- been there, done that!”  

“Who’d Ya think you’re kiddin’? He’s the Earth and Heaven to you,” Eliza holds up her phone in front of Peggy’s before handing it to you, and you shot her a look once you see a picture of your own Hercules, a selfie from his Instagram, and one you’ve looked at a few times before.

“Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you-”

“Oh no-”

“Girl, you can’t conceal it. We know how you’re feeling. Who you thinking of?”

You dramatically clutch Eliza’s phone to your chest as you continue to belt out the lyrics, having fun despite the slight embarrassment that you can’t shake.

  By the the time you were at the end of the song, however, you were giggly and open, not bothering to hide your blush because you knew exactly how you felt about the gentle giant that was Hercules. There was a familiar warmth to to your feelings, as if he was a first love and you couldn’t help but be giddy from just having these feelings. 

 The girls were cheering, and you laid back down in the fort, catching your breath as you were handed a well deserved drink of water. You smile up at Angelica and took the bottle with a small ‘thank you’. You stayed like that, laid across the laps of Peggy and Maria, your head in Maria’s lap while your legs were in Peggy’s, with Angelica and Eliza in their own spots (Eliza next to Maria, as expected by nearly everyone), sitting comfortably as the movie went on. At some point, you find yourself looking between Maria and Eliza, thinking back to the conversation you had with Angelica earlier.

“How long until they open their eyes?”

“Hopefully soon.”

“And how long until you open yours? You probably look over at those two and wonder how they tease you about how you feel about Hercules, but you don’t seem to notice you and him act exactly the same.”

You look down from their faces, instead trying to find something interesting on the floor. Lo and behold, you did:

Their hands have seemed to crawled very close together, their fingertips only just that close to touching. You see Eliza’s hand twitch, and your eyes shoot back up to her face, and if you didn’t know any better, you would say she looked nervous.

   But who are you kidding? She did look nervous. Even so, you had to give her credit: she was trying to make the first move. From what you could tell in the time you knew her, that was a major feat in and of itself. You silently rooted for your friend as your eyes dart between her hand and the TV, seeing the movie had a few minutes left before credits. You hear her take a deep breath above you, and you see her hand rise, ready to grab Maria’s. You hold your own breath and watch as her shaking hand slowly reach.

‘You got this,’ you think as she’s getting closer to her goal. ‘Almost there Eliza.’

  She is almost there, before her hand stops and hovers just above Maria’s. It takes all your willpower not to voice your disappointment, and you shoot her a look.

 Oh.

 She’s noticed your staring.

Your eyes flicker from her, to her hovering hand, to Maria, who thankfully seems to be oblivious to this little scene right next to her.

  ‘Do it!’ You mouth to her as she’s getting ready to pull her hand back. She glances at her hovering hand, then back to you as you give her a small nod and a thumbs-up, giving her a look that you hope said ‘I believe in you.’

 Thankfully, she nodded back, taking another breath and raising her hand again, wasting no time to make her move. Everything went in slow motion at that point as you watched with eager eyes.


‘Yes!’

Then Maria lifts her hands above her head as the movie ends, stretching her arms out. Eliza’s hand meets the floor and you feel like screaming. Maria starts stroking your head affectionately not noticing the shocked look on your face as your head stays in her lap. Eliza’s hand curls up a bit as she moves it to her chest, and you’re praying that you only imagined her lip quivering.

She gives you a sad smile and stands, mumbling something about the bathroom, and your heart breaks as she scurries off with her head hanging. You count a minute before excusing yourself, saying you needed to get something from your room. You head straight for the bathroom, softly knocking on the door.

“Eliza?”

“Go away.”

At least she’s talking.

“Eliza, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Yes it was.” Her voice sounds more muffled than you would’ve thought the door would make it sound, and your realize she either has her head in her hands, or she’s curled up with her face against her knee.

Both images break your heart even more.

“Eliza, all you have to do is try again. You already got that far-”

“After a year and a few months, I’ve only just now tried to hold her hand! That isn’t far-”

“For you it is!” That wasn’t your voice. You turn from the door to see Angelica standing behind you, thankfully without Maria behind her.

“Peggy is keeping her busy,” she whispers, as if reading your thoughts. She gently pushes you aside, taking your place at the door.

“I didn’t see it myself, but I’m so proud to hear my shy little Eliza just tried to make a move on her crush,” she cooed lovingly, as if she was teasing. Eliza found it in herself to give an embarrassed sound, and you smiled.

“Eliza, you tried and you can try again. Whatever stopped you was the smallest set back, and you can come right back from it.”

It was silent for a moment, and you were worried Eliza decided to stop talking all together. Then you heard the tell tale sound of the doorknob turning, and you sighed in relief. Eliza stepped out and into Angelica’s open arms, burying her face into her big sister’s chest. Angelica held her for a moment, resting her chin on top of Eliza’s head, and she sent you a smile.

Eliza’s hand reached out, searching for you. You step forward and it finds your shoulder. It trails up till she reaches your face, and she cups your cheek. She lifts her head up and peaks at you from behind Angelica’s shoulder. You can’t see all of her face, but from her eyes, you can see she’s smiling. You also see some tears that have already fell down her cheeks, but you ignore them.

The three of you make it back to the living room, where Maria and Peggy are chatting away, oblivious to the little moment you had just shared with the two eldest Schuylers. Angelica goes to join them and go to follow, but Eliza grabs your arm as you move.

“Y/N,” she whispers, “I’m going to do something to try to get Maria.” You’re about to interject excitedly, but she stops you, “But, you have to promise me something.”

You nod immediately, eyes wide and ready to do whatever it takes to help your friend get the girl.

“If I go through with what I’m planning and don’t chicken out before the night ends, you have to send that video of you singing to Hercules.”

Okay, maybe not whatever it takes.

You went from excitedly nodding, to slowly shaking your head, trying to pull away from her. She starts silently pleading with you, and it turns to a silent argument.

“Y/N please!”

“No, I can’t do it!”

“Do it for me.”

“No!”

“We both have to face our romantic fears!”

“Romantic-”

“What are you two doing?”

Your heads snap in Peggy’s direction, the youngest Schuyler with a confused look on her face. You and Eliza turn to each other again, and she gives you one last pleading look.

The things you do for love.

“Fine,” you whisper, rather harshly. Eliza finally let’s go of your arm, instead taking both your hands with a smile.

“Thank you. I needed someone to be brave with me.” With that she scurries off again, leaving you with Peggy who was even more confused.

“Just, don’t worry about it Pegs,” you sigh. She holds your gaze for a moment before shrugging, turning her attention someplace else as you- against your better morals- silently hope and pray your dear friend backs out.

“The things I do for love.”


The night went on.

Movies and reruns were watched,  snacks and at some point actual dinner was eaten, and pictures were taken.

But true feelings had yet to be revealed.

Eliza had yet to do anything big to express her feelings towards Maria, and you thought you were in the clear for tonight. You thought you could rest easy tonight, knowing you didn’t have to make a confession to your long time friend and crush, and not have to risk losing him.

But you had forgotten one thing:

When it comes to her love life, Eliza was never one to be in the spotlight. She believed faith would take care of everything, and whatever happened happened.

But when it comes to the happiness of her friends, Elizabeth Schuyler did not fuck around when she had the chance to make things happen.

Sleep was creeping up on all of you. Everyone was pitching in to clean up, each of you pleasantly sleepy and ready for a good night’s rest. Everyone expect Eliza.

She had stopped for a minute to look at something on her phone smiling and tugging on Maria’s arm to get her attention.

“Look at this old picture of Alex and John,” she said. Maria looked over at the picture in question, getting her own smile.

“They’re so in love it hurts.”

Eliza hummed in agreement, looking up from the device in her hand and towards Maria. You were watching this little scene play out, your tired mind trying to figure out why you felt conflicted about what was happening.

“Hey,” Eliza said, nudging Maria’s arm gently, “wanna do an impression of them?”

Maria raises a brow, nodding, but not knowing what to expect.

“Okay,” Eliza breathes out. “You’ll be Alex and I’ll be John.”

You’re tilting your head along with Maria, and before anyone can ask what Eliza means, she’s kissing Maria.

Yeah, no one expected that.

 Angelica and Peggy had caught on to their conversation at some point, so all eyes were on the two as Maria went from wide-eyed to kissing Eliza back, and it was met with equal reactions; Peggy was squealing and bouncing in place, Angelica had her hands clasped together in front of her, a proud smile on her face, and then there was you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, certainly awake now. You all continued to look on as they pulled back, both smiling and trying to catch their breaths.

“Hey,” Eliza giggles out. Maria does the same and they rest their foreheads against each other’s, looking deep into each other’s eyes. You feel happy for your friends as they whisper to each other, probably their confessions of love. Eliza says something and Maria’s eyes widen a bit, then she looks at you with a smile and Eliza does the same.

“Okay Y/N, your turn.”

Oh right. You forgot about your promise.

Eliza fills the other girls in as you look for the video Peggy sent you. This is fine, you can do this. You find the video in question and go to share it. You got this! You share it with Hercules and your finger hovers over the ‘send’ button. Then you suddenly come to a compromising conclusion:

You can’t do this.

“I can’t do it.”

“Yes you can,” Eliza has moved from Maria to hold onto your hand instead, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Trust us, he’ll feel the same way.” Angelica had gotten behind you, hands on your shoulders.

“I know I would!” There’s Peggy, arms around your waist and trying to hug you with the little space there is.

Maria gently nudges your hand, her own silent encouragement. You grip Eliza’s hand, taking a deep breath. Everyone looks eagerly, waiting for you to take the risk of admitting to your old friend how you really feel.

“Yeah I can’t do this.” You pull away from the group, pacing around the living room, phone still in hand.

“Y/N-”

 “No! I just can’t do this!” Your free hand finds the ribbon wrapped around your hand and rips it off, clutching the fabric as your pacing becomes quicker, falling into a pattern.
“I’ve known him for so long! We became friends right away and everything was going so well; we tell each other everything, we’ve been there for each other since day one, we kept each other happy! I have that kind of relationship with plenty of people but he just had to be different! Fuck Hercules Mulligan, and fuck my heart for not being satisfied with his friendship, and fuck me for being too damn scared to hit send!” Your pacing stops and you turn back to your friends, trying to catch your breath. You’re suddenly aware of the tears that started falling down your face and you desperately try to wipe them away.

You almost don’t notice your girls back at your side, Peggy again hugging you from the side, Maria rubbing your back and Angelica pushing some water into your hand. Eliza is stroking your cheek with her thumb and you lean into the touch.

“I know how you feel,” she whispers, and you smile.

“You know what, you’ll be brave enough one day.” You turn around to Maria, who has seem to have gotten water for everyone else, handing the others a glass. She raises her own to you, her own smile on her lips. “Until then, fuck your feelings!”

You snort at that and Peggy raises her glass. “Fuck your heart!”

“Fuck friendship!” You didn’t expect that from Angelica.

“And fuck Hercules Mulligan!”

“Lord knows I’m trying!” You throw your head back and laugh with them, clinking your glasses in a toast. You down the water, finally looking back to your phone and canceling the video from being sent. But, just when you do, the device buzzes with a new message from Alexander.

“Either your walls are amazingly thin, you’re close to the door, or you ladies are just really damn loud.”

Oh God no.

You rush to the front door, unlocking it with shaky hands as the others watch from the living room, confused at your sudden mood change. You throw the door open and you curse the universe for giving you a voice the just always seems to carry. There on your porch stood the boys, Alexander, John, Lafayette, Aaron, and worse of all, Hercules, all either wide-eyed, slack-jawed, or both.

“We uh, decided to crash this party. Peggy sure knows how to make anything look fun on her Instagram, you know?” You could choke Alex with the ribbon in your hand right now, it would just be that easy. The girls are still watching from behind, sharing similar expressions with the men in front of you. You wish you had stocked up on alcohol, because as you do your best to avoid Hercules’s eyes, you felt like you really needed a drink.

“We were actually gonna sleep soon, but sure. Come on in!” You wondered if your face was more red from anger, or from embarrassment. A part of you knew you shouldn’t be mad, but then another part of you felt like you had every right to do so. These two parts seemed to wrestle with each other as the men awkwardly filled in, and you kept your eyes down. You went to shut the door, but some force stopped it before it could fully close. You look up into the eyes of the very man you want to avoid.

“Y/N.”

“Mulligan.”

Your eyes find the floor again when he chuckles, and you wish you could hate that sound. You take a deep breath, looking back up at your favorite tailor. He takes one look at your pouting face and he gives you a look that has you thinking of how Maria and Eliza looked at each other all night.

Helpless.

He clears his throat, and suddenly he’s the one not able to meet your eyes. Something about this makes you feel like Angelica was just proven right once again, but you suddenly can’t remember what about.

“So,” he starts after a moment, “‘Fuck Hercules Mulligan’?”

“ ‘Lord knows I’m trying’.” He sputters at that and you’re laughing again, feeling that same warmth that always seems to fill you whenever he’s near and your heart starts going again. Something in you changes when you look at the tailor to find him blushing, his loud voice seeming to leave him as your laughter dies down. You feel the ribbon in your hands, playing with the silky fabric. Then the feeling hits you;

You’re feeling brave.

You look from the ribbon, to the man you’ve been after for who knows how long, and back at the ribbon. He’s about to say something, but then you take the ribbon and pull it to the back of his neck. You pull him towards yourself with a smile, taking in his shocked expression.

Once you’ve had your fill, you waste no time closing the space between you. When you pull back, it takes everything in you not to laugh in your love’s face. He looks so surprised, and the poor thing is opening and shutting his mouth like a fish. You allow yourself a giggle, kissing him on the nose and turning on your heels.

“Come on Wonder Boy! We’ve got a lot to discuss,” you call to him.

Your smile only grows when you hear the door shut, followed by his footsteps and a soft ‘yeah’ from him.

All you can say now is: God bless social media.

anonymous asked:

Hello! What do you think of the strong bond between Tigress and Po? :) I haven't watched Kung Fu Panda 3 yet but I'm really curious to how it will progress :)

I’ll admit that I haven’t watched the KFP television series yet. I’ve been meaning to, but unfortunately I haven’t gotten to it yet. When I do, I’ll likely have more things to say about the relationship between Tigress and Po. But even just looking at the first two movies, there are some really cool things that happen between them.

In the first Kung Fu Panda film, Tigress becomes incredibly bitter with Po for being chosen as the Dragon Warrior. Granted, all of the Kung Fu fighters find Po laughable to start with, from Master Shifu to Monkey, but Tigress holds some of the most venom and demonstrates the clearest antagonism against Po. Master Shifu at least keeps his disgruntlement for Po halfway civil. Tigress outright tells Po he doesn’t belong with them.

It’s a combination of temperament and circumstance, as I see it, why Tigress gets so rude to Po. Temperament-wise, Tigress is rather hardcore. It’s part of her personality to be intense, serious, and dedicated, and it means that she’s going to be very upset if all her hard work doesn’t pay off. It’s got to be hugely disappointing for her, after so many years of training since she was a little cub, that she lost being Dragon Warrior to someone like Po who doesn’t even know how to punch a dummy! 

Circumstance-wise, she’s probably even more upset with Po because Master Oogway was sort of pointing to her when he chose the Dragon Warrior. Po was in front of Tigress, but if Po had not fallen in front of her, she would have been selected. Tigress cannot help but feel Po falling in front of her was a mistake, and that she is actually the Dragon Warrior. So it makes her even more bitter than someone like Crane, who wasn’t being pointed to regardless.

The other Kung Fu fighters grow to enjoy Po’s personality before Tigress does because of the combination of her temperament and this circumstance. Everyone else is able to laugh when Po mocks Master Shifu, pretending to be the Red Panda by wearing a noodle on his lips and holding up two plates for ears. Tigress hardly finds that hysterical. Humor might earn Po camaraderie with the others, but not with Tigress… to earn her respect, Po has to prove he can do Kung Fu. After all, her resentment with him is harnessed up in the fact he’s been labeled the Dragon Warrior.

At the end of Kung Fu Panda, Tigress learns to respect Po. We can actually make really strong analogies between Tigress and Po’s relationship and how it develops in KFP, with how Hiccup and Astrid’s relationship develops, minus the romantic element of the HTTYD characters. Tigress’ eyes are opened to see that Po, while unconventional, is actually someone with the potential to be great a Kung Fu. This happens only at the very end when Po defeats Tai Lung. Po defeats Tai Lung where she failed. The ability to win at something so monumental in Kung Fu is something she can respect… and thus Tigress’ perspective of Po is morphed. It’s not really seen on screen, but it can be implied pretty easily.

What I adore about Kung Fu Panda 2 is how implicit Tigress’ respect for Po is. She doesn’t outright scream, “YEAH PO YOU GOT THIS!” She doesn’t go around bragging to others that she works with a Kung Fu panda. But there is a glorious, quiet respect, a wordless understanding, between the two: Po knows that he holds Tigress’ respect. Tigress knows Po is a competent warrior. She’ll listen to his plans and enact them. She’ll nod when he says something. There’s peace between the two. They’ve come so far that it’s natural to be colleagues of Kung Fu, it’s natural for Tigress to listen to Po’s plans, it’s natural for them to work together as talented Kung Fu fighters. They’re part of the same team and that’s become the norm.

The most telling scene between Po and Tigress is when they’re sailing to fight Shen. She notices that Po wakes up in the middle of the night and starts punching and yelling at the mast. She tells Po, “The mast is not a worthy opponent,” and allows him to burn off some steam by sparring. Of course when he punches her, he screams out in pain, and she explains how her fist became so hard. “Apologies. I used to punch the ironwood trees by the palace to train. Now, I feel nothing.”

Now Po, like the fanboy he’s always been, says, “That’s… severely cool.”

Tigress would have rolled her eyes in the first movie. But this time, she just nods in acknowledgement, taking Po’s words as a compliment. But because she knows that Po is struggling, she keeps the focus on him, and immediately demands, “Again!” to keep him practicing. Po continues sparring with Tigress and talking at the same time. Later, they quit moving, and talk more deeply. Po admits that he’s feeling a bit unsettled since he talked to Mr. Ping about the fact he’s adopted. Tigress easily could have mocked Po for this, but instead she kindly, quietly asks, “And this bothers you?”

What’s happening this entire scene is that Tigress is helping Po process. She’s noticing that Po is struggling tonight, and is doing what she can to make him feel better. Tigress is downright empathizing with Po! It’s beautiful and speaks a lot to how much they have grown. She’s never smothering, and she keeps a serious face as is consistent with her character, but Tigress knows how to help Po and make him feel better. I could scream about the beauty of this scene forever.

I myself have not had the chance to see Kung Fu Panda 3 because family is coming in town this weekend. But I, like you, am really hoping there’s another cool progression between Po and Tigress. The fact that Po defeated Shen so incredibly at the end of the second movie has got to play into the development of their relationship. Thor, he even hugged her after they defeated the peacock! There’s got to be some more really awesome things in store.

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she actually means: I am just really scared for XMA and at this point my expectations are very low. Like, Bryan Singer needs to fucking focus, okay? He has way too many characters in this cast and each with an individual plot line and I'm am almost positive that he is going to lose focus. Also, James McAvoy is bald and is that Erik/Raven rumor still floating around? God I hope they eradicate that to hell. It just doesn't make sense. I mean, what? And another thing--

anonymous asked:

What do the mods think of the new Ghostbusters? Because everyone on my dash is praising it like it's God's gift to feminism and I'm not interested in the movie at all because it claims to be so progressive and so feminist when they have a mostly white cast where the one black woman is a huge "sassy black woman" stereotype and the only one of them who isn't a scientist. I'm so tired of "feminist media" not bothering to portray woc with the same depth as white women.

[Hey I’m curious if any of the mods have seen Ghostbusters? I was concerned about Patty being portrayed as a stereotype but from what I’ve heard her character is actually really great. I’m curious to hear what your thoughts are because I know I can trust you guys to call out bs if there is any.]

I have seen Ghostbusters 2016 twice now. I enjoyed it a heck of a lot. The first time I was content and the second time it hit me real hard, probably because I wasn’t so on edge with expectation and fear that it would let me down. So in short I think it’s a pretty good film and hella enjoyable. That being said…

My kneejerk reaction to the first full length trailer was to cringe over Leslie Jones’ character. I absolutely see what you see, a lot of people did. Leslie’s response really pushed me back, though. She sees Patty as a representation the average hard working New Yorker, the “regular person” rising to the occasion to become a hero. Director Paul Feig has talked about how these characters the most like Jones and Kate McKinnon they’ve ever played because he wanted their personalities to shine through (specifically McKinnon’s sexuality, which he confirmed is a trait shared by her character in a recent interview).

If you know Leslie Jones from SNL you know she extrudes confidence and honesty always. Her character is just like that and although the implication of her being the only non-scientist is extremely troubling, in context she is a huge asset to the team. They start off with just one or two “I don’t get it” moments but by halfway through the film Patty is on the other women’s level and even makes smart day-saving decisions. Also SHE IS A TOTAL NERD! She’s a genius, just not for science. She is a history wiz. This is used and shown all through out the movie.

Leslie Jones has been labeled as “stereotypical” before Ghostbusters came along. She has a huge personality and I honestly admire the hell out of her for being who she is and getting as far as she has. The attack from Twitter for the past year and especially tonight has been sickening. I do feel like her character had a lot of depth, despite that on paper the trailers made her look like she was only there to be a punchline while the white girls did the heavy lifting.

So far we’ve heard from Sony execs that they have every intention on making a sequel, and I hope when they do they show how much Patty has grown and how she can truly hold her own, and keep showing off what a fast study she is, and keep proving how valuable she is too.

I am a non-black PoC so hopefully another mod will see the movie/chime in soon.

- mod g