i just heard it on tv

Cillian Murphy Imagine

Originally posted by farishkam

Requested 

They say it’s not nice to listen to other people conversations but if that person was your husband it was okay, right? Who knows. But you were listening to Cillian talk in his interview. His interview was with Tom Hardy so it was filled with jokes. There was no surprise you were mentioned at one point and soon that point came. 

“So, Cillian, you’ve been married for how long?” you listened closely. 

“3 years soon to be 4″ you heard him laugh “Thought I wasn’t gonna now did you?” he laughed again with Tom. 

“No, I just heard that you and your wife are now co-starts in your tv show Peaky Blinders, you must be excited for this.” Cillian nodded 

“Yeah, I am. we already filmed an episode together and it was fun. And she is an amazing actress. She makes work feel less like work. We’ve wanted to work together since the day we met so it has been over 7 years. We’ve waited a long time. So we are both happy.” he sounded happy with his answer and it made you happy too. 

“It would have been funny and awkward if you were like no i hate it”  Tom joked making everyone laugh. 

“Yeah like. No we actually hate each other. ” they laughed “No, i love her. I’m happy to be able to work with my wife” and the interview was over. While they didn’t see you , you walked away as if you didn’t hear those nice words your husband had said. 

anonymous asked:

Hi :) I want to say that I don't understand why the heroines always wear heels on movies or TV shows, when it is the most uncomfortable thing to walk ... I suppose it is because that when we imagine a heroine, I don't know... but I imagine them tall and strong but when I see the heels when they fight it's just look ridiculous I don't know if it is just me...

Hey! You know, your opinion actually caused me to do a lot of thinking about a conversation I had with some friends earlier this year. It regarded the same idea of women in comics, tv shows and movies wearing heels at the most impractical of times. It led us down a road, not of criticism, but of asking why.

We’ve all heard and probably participated in the debates of women in power and/or iconic women wearing heels regardless of where they are or what they are doing. In some ways as a society, we double-think the ideas because we see women doing certain tasks in heels and fangirl over them, telling our queens to slay all day and stick it to the patriarchy (And she did it all in heels!!). Then we see them at other times and criticize because… why are they wearing heels though? (That’s sexist. Why are men forcing us to wear heels?).

So in my contribution to the discussion I considered the history of heels in society and how that compares to today. 


Without giving a full-blown history lesson, during the 16th-17th century (possibly for a time after, my memory is patchy), heels were worn by men and women alike. Specifically they were worn by monarchs and nobility to showcase wealth and nobility – see Queen Elizabeth I and King Louis XIV for the role they played in that fashion statement. Of course at the time, the heel itself was a bit more practical than what we see now.

Moving forward, the Enlightenment contributed to men disowning heels from their wardrobe. Heels were frivolous and unnecessary in politics, art, and science – much like the women that wore them, yeah boys? 🙄

Moving forward once again, women were made to wear heels in pornographic material because it accentuated their lines and curves – parts of the body that were used to showcase sexuality so, income heels being a tool for the male gaze.


So these days, both in reality and entertainment, a woman’s femininity, sexuality and attractiveness have become linked to a source or form of power. All of those features are things that cause people to simply look at a woman. If a woman isn’t the subject of attention, she has no power… right? So stereotypically, when a woman feels attractive and has all eyes on her, it is assumed that she feels powerful. 

(Of course there is the argument of the difference of what makes an individual woman attractive to others, or feel attractive in her own right but with that confidence is the common denominator more often than not. With that, we get pulled into the debate of what is or should be considered conventional beauty. It is too broad to be generalized).

Now the criticism. Specifically, the feminist criticism (the entire feminist vs. feminist argument is really something that be can discussed at length… separately). Of course, heels are also seen as oppressing and patriarchal – it adds a sense of control in what makes a woman feel powerful. Again, speaking of feeling attractive, there is that effort to feel sexy in order to attract the male gaze and thus feel confident in oneself and in return, powerful. So this is where that stigma comes in. Alongside that, there are the obvious downsides to wearing heels regularly. The impact it has on your body – not just your feet, but your legs, hips, spine etc. Your entire sense of balance is thrown off. Even if you do have the ability to walk and run in them (not me!). So the criticism for women is that we are expected to wear heels an in turn, mutilate our bodies to be considered more sexually attractive by exaggerating the physical features that attract the male gaze. Power equates to beauty and style. Not practicality and comfort…… right???

Now as you said, and most would agree, they are not practical in any sense of the word for your ‘every woman’ in the work place, at the market, or at home (Is that a thing? Yeah, it is). So naturally they aren’t for our heroines that run across rooftops, jump from speeding trains to sports cars, roundhouse kick aliens, spend a day being chased by dinosaurs, or punch out Nazi soldiers. All in a day’s work.

So back to the first question. Why? Again, fashion and that sense of power that comes with the previously discussed double standard. So no my love, it definitely isn’t just you. It is, indeed, ridiculous and the never-ending debate cycle continues to be just that – a cycle. 

On the bright side, we are beginning to see more boots. They’re wedged, but they’re boots. Many may not realize that comfort and practicality are winning for some. I wish I could find the article I read earlier this year, but there was a report that a significant drop in the percentage of women that more often wear heels in the work place or casually. Even Gal Gadot recently talked about her decision to wear flats as opposed to heels. So I think it is safe to say we will continue to see that change (so long as dudebros like Whedon stay out of the way). Thanks for the ask! Sorry it got a bit wordy.

My kid does 13K in damage to studio equip, we handle it like lunatics.

[Part 1]

Some background:

I’m an audio engineer and score arranger full time in my self-owned business. It’s how I provide for myself, my fiancée (also CF), and my mother. I record, mix, and master for bands, voice-overs for local commercials, and write music for people’s weddings, college films, indie games, etc.. It was my passion since I was a child and every day I ask myself why I get paid to do what I do.

You know, until today.

I had a woman schedule to come in because she wanted me to record her monologue for an acting class. I thought it was going to be easy enough. I set up a mic and a music stand in the sound booth and got my workstation prepped for tracking. She was supposed to show up at 3:30, so when 4:00 came around, I called her to ask her if she was still coming. It was my last contract for the day and I was wanting to get home to my fiancée, dogs, and dinner.

“Oh, sorry sweetie, I’m going to be there soon. I just had to get my son from ex-boyfriend.”

Uh oh.

4:12, she showed up with her child.

To preface, I’ve never really wanted kids, and don’t really hate them either. But I’ve been childfree of mind for a decade now in league of several bad child experiences in public.

Anyway, I sat her down at the conference table and tried to talk to her about the contract and billing, etc., and just couldn’t because of the six-years-old pile of ovary droppings next to her.

“Mommy it’s cold in here.” “Mommy, I’m bored.” “Mommy, that guy has girl hair.” “Mommy, I want to play on the phone.”

The incessant whining went on for the entirety of the discussion. She did nothing about it. I had an ache in my stomach that this might be a rough session.

I was right.

I showed her to the sound booth, positioned the mic at face level, told her the basics of mic use, and then she floored me with a question.

“Can my son stay in there with you while I do this?” I insisted that he wait in the conference room (across the hall from the control room) because the control room wasn’t a very kid-friendly place considering the 120K of equipment at arms reach.

“But he’s a little angel.”

I shouldn’t have taken her word for it. I SHOULD NOT have taken her word for it. This kid was ANYTHING but. I let him in, told him to sit in one of the office chairs and don’t touch anything. Needless to say, he touched. I queued the recording arm and signaled her to start. She got three lines into her take before I hear a deafening screech and crash.

That little shit machine had just knocked over a $4,000 Korg into a rack with $9,500 of equipment. Completely shattered the touchscreen on the Korg, busted the dials off of half of the effects, and totaled my distressor that I use for almost all the vocals I track.

All of this, by the way, was the room’s length apart from where I told the crotch goblin to stay.

The kid, because of the loud noise, started full-lung screaming. Not crying. Not yelling. Screaming.

The mother, with no hesitation, ran over to the control room and DEMANDED to know what I did to her child. She cussed at me and accused me of hurting her little snot monster. Threatened to sue and even swung at me. When I told her that her precious angel had just racked up at least twelve grand of damages, she said “good”, spit on me, then stormed out, slamming every door on the way. So I pulled the security camera footage and had filed a police report. Grand total: $13,504.25. I also mailed her the bill for her session for good measure.

Of six years in the studio, this is my only truly terrible experience. Fuck mombies. Fuck having children. Thanks for making my vasectomy decision that much easier on me.

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supergirl headcanon that at some point in the future after alex and maggie get married and when they decide to try and have a kid, they choose not to tell anyone until they know it worked bc knowing their friends (family, really), those weirdos will be be way more excited than even they are 

so ya know they go to their doctor, pick a donor etc etc (alex is gonna be the one having the lil babe) and some time later (i’m not a fertility expert, i dont know how long these things take), there’s a super squad game night at kara’s place and everyone’s there (winn, james, mon el [i’m assuming he stays], lena, j’onn, m’gann, alex and maggie) and kara comes home a little late after having to deal with a mix up of stories w snapper and kinda discards her stuff and looks a little fondly at her fam who are all goofing around by the tv but then something is weird abt like, the background noise in her super hearing and she focuses and something just isn’t right 

and alex notices the expression on her face as kara comes a little closer trying to figure out what it is and says “hey kara, you okay?” and kara’s like “i dunno … i thought i heard … i mean, i do hear … but that’s … there’s only eight people here - i must just be rlly tired or something, don’t worry.” and winn teases her about it a little and james jokes “supergirl’s having an off day, huh?” but alex suddenly realises what it could be and as kara moves to sit beside lena, alex grabs her arm and goes “wait, kara, what did you hear?” and kara sees the look on her face and says very slowly “what do you think i heard?” and alex is like “you tell me first” and kara says “you tell me first” and winn just stares at them with raised eyebrows and goes “you both maybe wanna tell the rest of us what’s going on?” and kara’s eyes flicker between maggie and alex before she says, still super slowly bc she doesn’t know if she and alex are on the same page “there’s only eight people in this room … but -” and alex finishes for her going “but kara hears nine heartbeats.” and nobody picks up on anything for a second, like j’onn and m’gann and mon el try focusing their hearing and the others just looks around sorta confused and then suddenly maggie chokes on her beer and her gaze snaps over to alex and goes “wait a second - does that mean …?” and alex breaks into the biggest grin and kara lets out the hugest shriek and goes “oh my god you’re pregnant!” and chaos just erupts in the apartment

In retrospect, Bitty should have been able to read the subtle signs.

Coach keeps his eyes trained on the TV even when the game cuts to commercial. One hand clutches the remote more firmly than usual, while the other does the same to his beer bottle. The wrinkles across his forehead become momentarily more pronounced.

But Bitty doesn’t notice he should be bracing himself until after it’s already happened.

“So. Your mama says you’ve got a sweetheart.”

Every major organ in Bitty’s body stops for a moment.

“She– What? I–”

“Well. She suspects. But you know how she is.”

Bitty swallows roughly against the desert wasteland his throat has suddenly become. It’s only the first week of his junior year’s summer break. He and Jack celebrated their one year anniversary a handful of days ago, making out like teenagers in the doorway to Jack’s old room for a few precious minutes before anyone could break away from the graduation festivities to come find them.

They’ve talked in loose terms about eventually coming out to people who aren’t a member of the Falcs or the SMH, but they don’t actually have anything resembling a plan.

Especially when it comes to Bitty’s parents.

“I don’t have a sweet–” Bitty starts, and stops at the single raised eyebrow his father shoots him.

“Mama’s wrong,” he insists anyway, breathing in deep and trying not to let his hands shake as he wrings them together.

His fingers itch to text Jack.

Coach tilts his head slightly to the side. “Could be,” he allows. “Thought you and I should have a talk either way.”

This is the longest commercial break in a football game that Bitty has ever sat through.

He purses his lips and furrows his brows. “Mama thought you should–”

I thought,” Coach corrects easily, setting his beer down on the end table and then turning in his recliner to finally face where Bitty is curled up on the sofa. He frowns, lips thin and tight, eyes steady and assessing.

Then, after a lengthy silence: “Do you love him?”

The sharp breath Bitty sucks in nearly chokes him.

What?” he whispers, voice ragged and harsh around what little air he can force from his frozen lungs.

The game starts up again. Coach’s hand squeezes the remote a little tighter, but he doesn’t press pause. And he doesn’t look away from Bitty. “It’s alright if you don’t. I won’t tell your mama either way if you don’t want me to.”

“You… But I thought she…” Bitty feels dazed, pulse pounding, and brain struggling to make sense of whatever alternate universe he’s somehow stumbled into.

“Junior, you know she loves you. No matter what, we both love you. And, again, she… suspects. But I wanted to talk to you first, before I go confirming or denying any of her late-night jam-making musings.” He sighs, and then lifts up the remote so that he can see the buttons well enough to hit Off on the first try.

“Do you love him?” he asks again, once the screen is dark.

Bitty swallows. Then nods.

One side of Coach’s mouth lifts into the beginnings of a rare, soft smile. “Good,” he says, as earnest as Bitty has ever heard him.

“Now. Enough of that.” Coach picks his beer back up and takes a swig as he turns back to the television set, hitting the power button once more so that the game comes back to life on the flat screen before them. “Just so you know, I’ve been keeping up with hockey as much as I can in the off hours, but it was a hell of a lot easier to do when an NHL prodigy was around to go through plays with me on the whiteboard in the den.”

Bitty bites his bottom lip against a smile.

“You still in touch with the Zimmermann kid?” his father asks. And Bitty’s smile collapses in on itself before it’s even begun. “Not that I’d expect you to be. But he’s the kind of athlete every coach dreams of, really. You’re lucky to have had him on your team.”

“…Yeah.” Bitty digs his nervous fingers into the meat of his own thighs, and resists texting Jack for just a few moments longer. Because when he does, he knows that their plans for the future will no longer be defined in loose terms. “I am.”

Power Rangers Living Together Headcanon

Created with the help of the lovely @catyz101 and the wonderful @vintagecarter go ahead and give them a follow please.

- Two years after the attack, when the rangers graduate highschool, they decide to build a house together in the mountains near the ship.

-When goldar went down billy managed to save a lot of gold
“Like my dad said, you find it you keep it”
Needless to say they’re fucking loaded.

-Kim and Trini adopted a cat courtesy of her brothers. The twins found him and managed to keep him for a week before their mom found out and he was sent to live with Trini.
“Take care of gato for us”
“Wait you named i-”
“GATO, is in great hands”

-The cat loves everyone but Zack and Jason. Every time the cat cuddles up to Billy “traitor” can be heard faintly whispered through the house.

-Zack goes to the kitchen at 1 in the morning and finds the cat just sitting there staring at him, they have a staring contest for two mintues until he slowly backs away back into his room.

-They rotate dinner every night. They all make something thats authentic to them but the weekends are take out nights. It an unspoken rule of the house

-Zack almost breaking his neck doing a double take on Trini leaving from Kim’s room in the early morning

-“ITS NOT A WALK OF SHAME IF ITS YOUR OWN HOUSE” Kim passing by headed to the kitchen “you are definitely doing the walk of shame babe.”
“KIMBERLY”

-Billy quietly comments from the back “why are you so surprised, thats the 5th time this week.”
“Billy, its tuesday”

- “Hello, yes, i found your number in the yellow pages i was calling to tell you that MY BEST FRIEND JUST GOT LAID also a large pizza please”

-Trini watches a novella one day outta habit, and suddenly Jason and Zack are addicted. “No, trini you cant change the channel we are watching that!”

-Kim puts pink hair dye in her shampoo to figure out who keeps using it. The culprit was Jason…… and Trini

-“Who the fuck put jello in the toilet”
“You see its not actually jello its this silicone-”
“BILLY?!”
“I’ll take it you’re upset with me….”

-Theyre the hardware stores best customer. The owner thinks they own a construction company. He is yet to be corrected

-One day the boys come back from the store early and hear a scream in the house. They all barge in too kims room and walk in on the girls.
“Oh my god GET OUT”
Billy closes his eyes and runs smack into the wall putting a hole in it while jason and Zack are running out dodging pillows.

-“Steve come here girl” “Zack we are not naming our dog Steve” “what about zordon?” “you wanna name my daughter after wall dad? How dare?” “you were about to name her Steve?!” “Personally i thik she looks like a Steve…” “Thank you billy”

-“Oh well if it isnt satan himself coming to visit my room when it does not belong here!” “Guys the cat isnt that bad”
“Billy do not speak on matters that do not concern you”

-“Who taught you savages to do the laundry?” “Trini relax.” “Relax? Jason, Isnt it bad enough my hair is pink but now my white tshirts are too because Zack put your shirts in with mine.”

-“Hey yellow, pink, your hell cat just attacked steve.”
“Do you dare slander my cats good name?! YOU CAN MEET ME IN THE PIT!!”

-They have color coded bath Towels. Zack likes to steal someone elses each week which isnt a problem until he struts out the bathroom in pink towels when Kim’s parents come to visit.

-“I know DAMN well i had last nights episode of Rupauls drag race recorded who DELETED IT?!?” “Sorry Zack that may have been me, but dont worry i have it recorded on my tv too” “Billy, you are my hero”

-Gato steals steves bed all the time and its the leading cause of argument in the house.

- “Satan’s spawn please, my daughters bed is too big for you and she cannot sleep in your small bed” hiss hiss “Okay that was rude” hiiiisss “TRINI! CONTROL YOUR SON AND GET HIM OUTTA MY DAUGHTERS BED RIGHT NOW”

-Fire alarm goes off at six in the morning. Multiple voices are heard screaming “KIM” from 4 seperate rooms

-She was just making toast.

The Handmaid’s tale is not only spectacularly shot, superbly acted and written, in the current political climate it is going to be the most relevant tv series for a very long while. It’s amazing just on how many different levels it actually touches so many topics at once (fanaticism, bigotry, misogyny, racism, women’s reproductive rights, homophobia, sexual abuse, militarization of society, rise of tyrants and dictator wannabes etc). Which makes it that more terrifying, because it doesn’t feel like a work of fiction at all. Essential in every regard. Whatever you heard about it, no words can really describe just how amazing and important it really is. I was truly blown away. The perfect anti-dote to the Trump like mentality worldwide (not just USA). Timing couldn’t have been any more perfect. 

Those Four Words

Summary: “You absolute fucking prick.”

Word count: 1.6k

Rating: Teen+

Warnings: Swearing (guess it’s a little late for that though whoops I’ll just put that in the tags), food mention

A/N: Inspired by a debate between @botanistlester@insanityplaysfics, and some anons on Phanfiction Catalogue about whether Dan or Phil would propose. I, um, might have been one of those anons btw (*cough* #TeamEliza *cough*). I hope this serves as an acceptable compromise.

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“Hey.”

Dan doesn’t bother to look away from the episode of Steven Universe they’re watching, acknowledging his boyfriend only with a noncommittal sound somewhere between a hum and a grunt. Phil’s using his ‘idea’ voice, and as it’s barely past ten in the morning and Dan was up pacing the lounge until nearly five, he has neither the energy nor the mental capacity to pay attention to anything more complicated than cartoons right now. He pops another spoonful of cereal into his mouth and hopes whatever Phil has to say is brief.

(He gets his wish).

“Marry me?” Phil says in the exact same tone he used last week when he suggested that they go miniature golfing in the middle of a typical London downpour.

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anonymous asked:

dark rc would you please consider writing about how victor (and the rest of the Russian skate team) had a feud with the Russian hockey team bc of their constant flirting and attentions towards yuuri (who was completely oblivious at the war waging for his heart)??

This has been sitting in my inbox for over a month and I apologize for that, nonny! I wanted to try my hand at breaking through this writer’s block and this prompt was ripe for the taking. It’s not my best work by any stretch, but it’s something at least! I hope you enjoy.

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There are few things that give Yuri pleasure—the taste of accomplishment like cinnamon sugar on the back of his tongue after landing a quad; having a comeback so cutting that he practically draws blood; that soft murrf a cat makes when it decides it trusts him; the little green screenshot arrow appearing next to Otabek’s name in Snapchat—but they all pale in comparison to whenever the Russian hockey team visits the rink.

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our little family pt.6 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

AN: Ah…the final part. I just want to say thank you for all those who have read and stayed with me through this lovely journey of writing OLF and being super supportive of the story. I tried my absolute best to wrap it up in the nicest way possible (but just a tad disappointed with my writing :/ ) however again thank you so much and enjoy! 

You tied your messy hair up into a ponytail, attempting to get the small, distracting hairs out of your face as you started to take out things from the refrigerator to make Jieun and yourself some lunch.

Hearing small footsteps behind you and a voice call out your name, you turned around from the countertop to see Jieun standing in the middle of the kitchen, her hands rubbing her droopy eyes as she stared up at you, resembling that of a long, lost puppy.

A warm smile spread across your face as you exclaimed, “Hey, look at you, you’re up!” as you lifted the little girl into your arms and spun her around, eliciting small giggles from her mouth before setting her down on the kitchen countertop.

Your eyes glanced towards the time before looking back at Jieun, “Do you feel hungry? It’s almost lunch time.”

She nodded quickly, a big smile spreading across her face when she asked, “Can we eat cookies? I really liked your cookies last time!”

You giggled as you pinched her nose softly, “Uh-huh, you can’t eat cookies for lunch now, can you?! How about we make some macaroni and cheese and then we’ll bake cookies for snack time later? Does that sound like a good idea?”

Her eyes lit up at that as she grinned, “Mac and cheese?! That’s my favorite! Daddy makes it for me all the time.”

“Well then it’s up to you to pick who’s Mac and cheese you like better okay?” you teased, as she nodded happily before whispering to you, “I think you might win Ms. L/N. Daddy sometimes burns the cheese and it turns all black and gooey.”

You laughed at that before saying, “Well, I guess it’s time to teach him how to properly cook huh?”

“Or Ms.L/N could come live with us? Then you can cook delicious food for me and daddy!” Jieun exclaimed, an innocent smile on her face.

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The Name Game

The Name Game (m)

Word count: 3.1k

Genre/warning: smut, literally no plot - I legit was having some Tae feels and wanted a dirty talk, fuckboy one shot. So this is the result.

Also for my baby girl, @borderlinehc hope you enjoy. 

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You invite some of your friends over for a small party. When a tame night in turns into a dirty one. Your friend Hoseok comes up with a fun game for you all to participate in.

You were rushing around your house getting everything ready at the last possible second. It was only some of your closest friends coming over but you still wanted the house to look good. Especially if Taehyung might show up. He said he had to work but he would try and get his shift covered. You felt like such a teenager but you really did have such a big thing for him.

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Oppa || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by hardtofigureout

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff


There was an underlying excitement that was flooding underneath your skin as you walked into the building. It wasn’t your first time being here but you always felt the exact same each time. There was something about walking into the BigHit building that made you hold yourself differently. It was because of Jungkook that you came so often. He had invited you to come down to the studio and spend the day with him while he practiced.

Jungkook and you went to the same school, but you were in a class younger than him, so it was hard to try and spend time together. He was barely at school because of interviews and other things for the company he worked with. That was why on your weekends you would come down to the studio and watch him practice or hang out with him for a few hours.

It was normal for you now, as you two had been dating for almost a year. The staff almost knew you by name and welcomed you in as if you were just like the other workers there. As he had come back from promotions you were finally able to see him, but he was stuck with the other guys practicing today so he had asked you to join them.

The rest of the boys knew who you were and they loved you. They saw how happy you made Jungkook and they would have never asked for him to find anyone else. In their eyes you two were perfect for each other. Hoseok had always made comments about how he was jealous of your relationship with Jungkook and he wished he would find someone as lovely as you.

Jihyo waved hello to you as you stepped foot into the building and you waved back, returning a smile. Jihyo was the one who you knew the best, as she showed you around the first time you were there. She worked at the front desk, so you always saw her during your visits. The first time you had ever been to the building, Jungkook had told Jihyo to direct you to the practice room. You approached the front desk like normal and smiled.

“Are you here to see your oppa?” She asked, drawing out the last word and laughing slightly. You blushed and sputtered, trying to ignore the look she was giving you.

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Okay, since I heard that ABC jumped on the live musical wagon with The Little Mermaid Live! (Yes, I’m aware that it’s just going to be done concert style sort of like what they did at the Hollywood Bowl, but I’m still very excited about it!)

If that becomes successful, imagine what other live musicals they could do. Beauty and The Beast Live, Newsies Live, but I have an idea what they could do after The Little Mermaid.

Okay don’t kill me, but I think they should do…

Okay here me out on this one.

If ABC did do this as a live TV musical, they would definitely get people’s butts on the couch. Admit it, those of us who were Disney Channel kids grew up with this movie and loved it, loved it so much that we couldn’t stop singing all the songs, quoting every scene, and obsessing over the cast. Now, it seems like High School Musical’s popularity is starting to make a comeback, and they’re even making a fourth installment, so why not do a live musical television event of High School Musical.

Also High School Musical has a special place in my heart. I loved this movie growing up and it was the first play that I did in high school’s drama club (I was a Skater Dude), although everyone in the club is kind of pulling a “Zac Efron” right now, saying that they regret it and it was the worst thing that we’ve ever done, but I still enjoyed.

If ABC does decide to this. I have an idea on who they could cast (and just to clarify since all of the live TV musicals are more based of the stage versions of certain musical, and yes there is an official stage version of High School Musical, but it was off-Broadway. Also the stage version is a little different from the show, Gabriella’s mom, Troy’s mom, and the Principal are cut from the show and there is a character that was added in):

Derek Klena as Troy Bolton

(Come on, he would be perfect for this role and I did a little research, and I found out that Derek did play Troy once for a community theatre play.)

Eva Noblezada as Gabriella Montez

(Just like Derek, Eva would be perfect for this role, and she’s also Filipina, just like Vanessa Hudgens. She also looks like she would have great chemistry with Derek.)

Dove Cameron as Sharpay Evans

(She killed it as Amber in Hairspray Live! To me, Dove makes a really convincing Queen Bee and since she is already good friends with Kenny Ortega, the director of all three HSM movies, why not cast her as Sharpay Evans?)

Ben Cook as Ryan Evans

Anthony Ramos as Chad Danforth

(He already has the puffy hair.)

Jasmine Cephas Jones as Taylor McKessie

Auli'i Cravalho as Kelsi Nielsen

(Come on, she would make an adorable Kelsi.)

Jordan Fisher as Zeke Baylor

Katie Ladner as Martha Cox

(If any of you guys are fans of Heathers, admit it she would be amazing in this role.)

Mike Faist as Ripper (The “I play the cello” guy)

George Salazar as Jason Cross

Ryan Potter as Jack Scott

(Jack Scott was a character they added in the stage version of High School Musical, he’s East High’s PA announcer and he also has a crush on Kelsi. Jack Scott isn’t a singing part, so they don’t have to worry about getting a singer to play this role.)

Brian d'Arcy James as Coach Bolton

Audra McDonald as Ms. Darbus

106 w/ Peter Maximoff

106. “Did you just lick the side of my face?”  “I claimed you.”

Requested by @dunbarkiss


You walked through the halls of the school listening to everyone talk about what happened in their previous class and what they’re currently watching on TV. You haven’t seen your boyfriend all day, which wasn’t strange since he would run past and kiss you on your cheek before running somewhere else.

Every time he kissed you, it would feel like a warm buzz since he ran so fast.

You heard people shuffling and moving out the way, and then a gust of wind, which meant one thing. Peter. Expecting your normal kiss on the cheek, you kept walking. Like usual, you felt the buzz on your cheek. Except this one wasn’t warm. 

It was wet.

“Peter!” You screeched, drawing attention to yourself. 

He appeared next to you in an instant. “Yes?”

“Did you just lick the side of my face?” You questioned, wiping your cheek with your sleeve.

“I claimed you.” He said with a lopsided smirk.

“What?” You asked.

“I. Claimed. You,” He said slowly. “Our friend, Chris, over there,” He nodded behind you, “Was staring at you and I didn’t like it. I decided to show him that you’re mine.”

A smile slowly crept it’s way on to your face as you registered what he just said. “Peter Maximoff, are you jealous?” You challenged, raising your eyebrow.

He scoffed. “Why would I be jealous? I mean I’m a model compared to him. But just to make it clear,” He leaned in. “If I see another guy look at you like that, I’m picking you up and running away to the Bahamas.”

You laughed at his response. “I could do with a holiday. And just to make it clear,” You mimicked his words. “I would never leave you for Chris or any other guy.”

Guy stiffed us on a landscaping project and then ended up on TV show Dragon's Den.

So, about 10 years ago we hired a local guy to do a large landscaping project at our lake house to the tune of about $110,000. Towards the end, he was seemingly getting more and more scarce - not returning calls, etc. - until he just seemed to fall off the face of the earth. He had been fully paid and was finished the project except for a few minor, but important, deficiencies that needed to be corrected. My fault for trusting him and not holding back any money - but we were very friendly and I thought we had a great relationship. I heard through the grapevine that he just didn’t want to be in that business anymore and was refusing to respond to emails, pick up the phone, etc. I tried off and on for months. Never heard a word back from the guy. Rude, right??

In the meantime, our friend - who is somewhat of a local icon and philanthropist- ends up with a part on a television show - Dragon’s Den - in Canada. He’s one of the “dragons”. My husband and I hadn’t yet had a chance to watch any episodes so we decided to watch one since we were about to see our friend at an event that weekend. Here comes the delicious revenge part: While we were watching the show, they introduce the next person about to present their idea. The name rings very familiar and I’m trying to figure out where I know it from. Well, well, well … guess who waltzes out in front of the panel with an invention?? I could not believe my eyes. But THEN, to our horror, our friend agrees to invest in this guy’s idea!!  I couldn’t pick up the phone fast enough to inform him about the shady character of this ‘inventor’ he was about to invest with. Lo and behold, a check of landscaper’s/inventor’s “background” didn’t turn out well and our friend declined to follow through with the $ he had promised. I’m sure Mr. Landscaper still has no idea how or why it all went so wrong.

If you think to yourself, “You know what would be great? A Femlock film adaptation” - then please, write it. Download Celtx or Final Draft, read up about how to format scripts for film, read William Golding, and just do it. Write and rewrite. Give it to your friends to proofread. Enter your final project into local film festivals or contests. Create and don’t be afraid of what people think. Don’t do it for the chance at fame, do it because you love it. This goes for any story creation. Just write it.

So many of us have great ideas but we don’t execute them. Why not? I’ve seen so much talent on this site that I know a film adaptation like that can come from one of you, and it could be very successful.

You want representation? Create it. You want multidimensional female characters in television? Create them. You want your voice to be heard? Put your voice into writing. Demanding someone else do it for you is exactly while social change is as slow as molasses.

On the Brits...

I agree with a lot of the sentiment that last night was WeirdTM as realistically imaginable. From start to finish, we got a rare peak behind the curtain in real time. 

But I just want to say that I don’t think this is the end of whatever is going on behind the scenes. I think this was a power play, a strategically brilliant move to embarrass and fluster Simon on TV and in the press, while simultaneously speaking to fans. It was a coordinated effort by the boys and key players around them. 

I still think we’ve got a March-July window to wind things down slowly. And that will include some uncomfortable pieces for us (and for them).

But last night, the message was heard loud and clear, by Simon and by us. 

Now, what’s next?

Beautiful - Jughead Jones

xfightxthexfairiesx said:

Could you maybe do a jughead x reader where betty and veronica want the reader to tryout for cheerleading with them but shes to self concious too because she think shes not pretty or skinny enough to be one. Then maybe jughead tells her how he thinks she beautiful and society tries to make everyone think they have to look like a supermodel to be pretty. If there can be alot of fluff that would be great. And then she decides to try out and she makes the team. Thanks

Originally posted by thejugheadjones


This was so fun to write! I just wanted to say before you start reading that if you are struggling with your looks, gender, sexuality and that makes you feel bad, everyone is going through this too. Some have made it through it already and some are still struggling. If you need to talk to someone you can message me. You’re wonderful.

It started as a joke, something you would’ve never done unless it was in some hypothetical universe where you just weren’t you. Where you weren’t ugly or fat, instead where you were skinny and beautiful. There were unspoken rules that cheerleaders had to be the best of the best; beyond pretty and gorgeous. The whole idea of joining seemed impossible, but with Veronica and Betty breathing down your neck, it was hard to say ‘no’. So you didn’t, instead you just avoided the two girls all day. Somehow you managed this feat and made it through the day without joining the cheerleading squad. Granted, the tryouts weren’t until tomorrow so you would have yet another day of avoiding your friends.

When school ended, you went straight home and didn’t dare move from your room in the fear your friends would see you out and about. With boredom nipping at your heels, you found yourself thinking about your looks, then criticizing your figure in the mirror. Too big there, too jiggly here, you started to judge every limb and appendage. At first, you didn’t even notice the tears in your eyes, until one started to roll down your cheek. You quickly wiped it anyway, marking down another thing you hated about yourself: too sensitive. You weren’t as strong or as stunning as the celebrities on the internet and the TV screens, no, you were just below average you. Before anymore poisonous thoughts could enter your brain, you heard your phone go off. You walked over to your desk where it was and saw that it was your neighbor, Jughead Jones. You felt a sense of relief that it wasn’t Veronica or Betty.

Jughead : Hey can I come over? I don’t understand this geometry homework.

You : Sure, but I don’t know how much help I’ll be.

Jughead : Okay, be there in two.

You turned towards your window and saw Jughead leaving his room in the house across from yours. His family had lived in the house across from yours as long as you could remember. You had been friends since the first grade, when the Jones’ family moved in. You walked back over to the mirror and an horrid idea struck you. From this angle, Jughead could’ve had the perfect view to see you standing in front of the mirror, to see how upset you were. A pit grew in your stomach as you heard your front door open a shut, followed by the sound of Jughead running up your stairs.

You turned as your friend opened the door, barely making eye contact. You noticed his hands were empty and your heart fell. “Where’s your Geometry book?” You asked hopefully, trying to pretend that there was a chance he didn’t see you judging yourself in the mirror. You glanced up from his hands and saw his steady gaze. “Do you really think about my Geometry homework?” You swallowed at his words and your shoulders sagged. “There are these things,” he started, walking over to your window, “called curtains, that if you want to judge yourself in private you can just…” He reached up and gently pulled on one of your curtains, blocking the view of his bedroom window. “I wasn’t, I was just,” you stumbled over your words.

“I overheard the new girl trying to convince to join the Riverdale Vixens,” he said, faking school spirit by waving his hands with minimal effort. “I assume, you and your mirror were having a conversation about it.” You knew that there was no fooling Jughead, he could read you like a book. No lie could cover your bad self image and he wouldn’t buy it anyway. “I’m not pretty enough,” you whispered, feeling tears in the corners of your eyes. Jughead took a step towards you, leaning down to look into your face, “Say again?” You almost started to sob, “Jug, please don’t,” but your friend wasn’t having it. He placed his hands on your shoulders, slowly turning you to look into the mirror. “Now,” he murmured in your ear, “say it again.” You stared at your reflection, studying the features that you so hated. You were about to say it, but with Jughead looking at you with those eyes, you just couldn’t. You felt his hands travel from your shoulders, down your arms, and to your waist where they wrapped around your middle. You back rested against his chest and he rested his chin on top of your head. “You are so beautiful Y/N. Nothing can worth changing yourself for.” You turned in his arms to face him now and felt your cheeks grow hot at the closeness, “Jug…” He was just staring at you now, mesmerized by every detail.

“You’re so lovely, don’t let the world make you think you’re not,” his hand was on the side of your face, with his fingers in your hair. He was so utterly taken by your grace, he had been since grade school. It was killing him that you didn’t see yourself as he did and he was desperate to make you see it; but now wasn’t the time. He backed away a little, pulling his hand away from your face, “You should try out, you’ll blow them away Y/N.” You snapped out of your puppy-love induced daze and nodded. “T-thank you, Jug. I will.” He gave you a bright smile that met his green eyes. He opened his mouth once more, most likely to mention your shared moment, but he phone started to ring. He picked it out of his pocket and scowled at the screen. “I gotta go,” he said, walking towards the door, “but I’ll see you at the game, and you’ll be in a snazzy uniform.” You let out a laugh as he walked out of the room. When he was gone, you let out a sigh With a renewed sense of confidence, you texted Veronica and Betty.

You : I’ll be seeing you both at tryouts tomorrow, yes?

Veronica : Hell yes!

Betty : This is going to be so fun.


You paced around near the bleachers, pulling your jacket more securely around your shoulders and chest. Jughead had texted you a few hours before the game saying that he’d be near the right side of the bleachers. You stopped your pacing and looked out at the field, wondering if you needed to move. You almost screamed when someone put their hand on your shoulder. “Am I that scary?”

You turned and smiled at Jughead, who wore a playful expression. “How’d tryouts go, you never told me?” He asked with raised eyebrows. You bit your bottom lip, giving him a sly smile. “Did you not-” you cut him off by pulling the sides of your over sized jacket away from your body. He smiled when he saw the cheerleading uniform, “See what did I tell ya!”   

You blushed but before you could say anything you heard a whistle go off. “I believe that’s your que, River Vixen.” You gave him another smile and was about to walked away when you spun around. You faced Jughead, planting a hand on his face, pulling him in. Your lips met softly, but as soon as he put a hand to your waist, the kiss became frenzied. You pulled away breathless but smiling widely, “I’ll see you after the game, Jughead.” You murmured and Jughead just nodded dumbly. “See you later, beautiful.” He said and your felt a blush rise to your cheeks. You walked away then, leaving a smile on Jughead’s face.

TV Show: A group of psychic mediums invented a ghost for an experiment once and phenomena started happening when he was summoned, which proves in some way that mediumship can be faked if enough people in the room believe in what’s happening. Parapsychologists are still mystified.

Me: First of all, that proves nothing, and second of all, have you people never heard of an egregore? Of course things are going to start happening if eight psychically-sensitive people put consistent energy into an agreed-upon thought-form for a solid year. And of course the entity would answered questions about his invented life correctly, because the people involved would be anticipating those results. Fuck’s sake, there’s more to it than that.