When I started Stargate, I got the
part, I was sooothrilled to have this incredible
character, to be playing someone in the military and I had so
much respect, to be playing someone who’s so smart and so liberated
and… I thought, “Yes!”
I had two weeks to move from Toronto to
Vancouver. I flew out there, I had my first wardrobe fitting. And one
of the things that was in… the thing that was in the
wardrobe room was a very low-cut tank top and a push-up bra…
And I turned to the costume designer -
whom I’ve worked with since, who’s wonderful - and I said, “What…
What is this?” And she said “Well, they wanna see
what you look like in it.” And I said, “…but this… nobody
in the military, no captain in the US airforce would wear
this… while her male counterparts are wearing crew neck T-shirts
and… I c… I… I can’t do it!” And she said, “Well, they just wanna
see what you look like and take a picture and…”
I was like “…”
And I panicked because I
thought I have just been given this amazing opportunity - I
didn’t know it would last 10 years but I knew it was gonna
be a kick-ass show - and I was like… “I can’t do it…”
And I started to cry and I said, “You
have to go upstairs and tell them I’m not doing it. And if it means
that they recast the part then recast the part but you’ve cast a
smart woman and you’ve cast somebody who’s never
tried to get a job based on her looks or her body. I’ve always
played strong, smart women, I… I can’t do it. So if they wanna
recast the part I totally get it but I’m not playing that
version of this character.”
But I’m saying this while I’m
blubbering because I’m suffering that I’ve just lost maybe the
best job of my career…
And so she said, “Okay” and I said,
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ve never
been difficult, I don’t… but I can’t do that!”
So she went upstairs and she came back
down and she said, “Okay, no problem.” And I said, “Okay, so what’s my
costume?” And she said, “Well…” And I said, “Just… What are the guys
So she handed me a black T-Shirt and
the BDUs, which is what my character would wear in the field with her
male counterparts, and that’s where we went from there.
But that to me was the defining moment
And I still cry about it
because I still remember that young woman on the verge of breaking
into the… new something big, being petrified that she was gonna
loose it, but… I knew that I couldn’t play the TNA version of Sam
And to the powers-that-be, great
credit, I don’t think that it was Brad or Jonathan or Rob or any of
those guys who were asking for it, I think it might have been, you
know, much higher up. But to their great credit they were like, “No,
absolutely not. She’s… okay, whatever she’s comfortable in.”
And… thank God that they went that
route. But that was… that was one of the defining moments.
nurseydex accidently meeting in a coffeeshop a few years after they break up
Derek ducks down behind the partition of the coffee bar.
“Shit? Shit! Wait – why shit?” Ginny ducks down behind the partition with him, peeking carefully around from their spot on the floor to scan the seating area.
“Who we hiding from, D?”
And thank Bittle for having Ginny with him. She’s the only person he knows besides maybe Chris who would actually hide out with him.
“Ooh, yeah. Which one?”
And bless sweet Gin’s heart. They’d met in grad school post-Epic-Heartbreak. She can’t know that there’s only ever been one ex to break Derek’s chill.
“The one from Samwell.”
“Oh well, yeah, that I figured. No way you’d go ducking around corners for August or Victor. I meant, which one is he?”
And, huh, maybe she did know.
“Is it the buff blonde? Nah - he’s too buff. And blonde. What about tall, dark and hipster with the skateboard? Mmm - nah, that’d be too much hipster in one relationship.”
“I’m not a hipster.”
“You keep telling yourself that, bud. But maybe it’s….ooooooh. Please, please, please tell me it’s the redhead giving mad arm porn right now!”
And yeah, while Will’s always been beautiful, his post-grad glow-up was undeniable.
He’d grown his hair out up top and actually styled it into something soft and modern. He’d clearly still been working out if the arm porn was any indication. And sweet Bittle he’d apparently been spending real time out in the southern California sun because his freckles were popping.
“You let him go? Shit. Alright. So, what’s the game plan here? We gonna try sneaking past? Or - I could cause a commotion and you can run out. Or –”
“You could actually pick up your ‘venti iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light ice, no whip’ monstrosity and just come say hi.”
Will’s gorgeously freckled face peaks over the partition where he’s waving Derek’s order.
“I knew no one else actually ordered this thing.”
“Oh wow. He knows you, man.”
Did Derek say he loved Ginny?
“Dex, Ginny. Ginny, Dex.”
Derek watches as Will’s old guard goes up as he takes Ginny in. He gets it, she’s gorgeous: dark skin and darker hair, open smile, miles of leg visible even while they’re both crouched on the ground.
“Hi Dex, wow! This is incredibly awkward.” Ginny whirls as she gets up, trips a bit, as she tries to keep Dex in her line of sight. “So nice to meet you, though! Heard tons about you. Great things! Wonderful. I’m just gonna wait outside. Ok, bye!”
And Derek can’t tell what that tone is trying to communicate, but he breathes deeply as he pushes himself to his feet. It may have been a few years, but he hasn’t completely forgotten how to do this.
“She is, and also in a pretty committed relationship with her library and law school, right now.”
“Will, we’re just friends.”
Who knew watching him blush would still send butterflies dancing in Derek’s gut.
“That’s not actually my business anymore. You’re not my – Gah. Do-over.”
Do-overs had become an essential part of their relationship: a way to keep conversations from devolving into a circle of blunders.
“What brings you out to Cali, Derek?”
“Uh, just one last hurrah! I, uh, I’ve got some pretty big deadlines coming up this fall, and yeah, just wanted a chance to get away before things get intense.”
“Intense? You’re writing!”
“Yeah. Found a publisher and everything.”
“Of course you would.”
“Alright, Mr. Tech-Wunderkind.”
“I’m just a programmer, Derek.”
“Yeah, well.” And he does that Country-Boy hand to his neck thing as the sun flashes through the window behind him, and Derek’s heart does something complicated in his chest.
“Well it was good seeing you, Dex. I should, uh, catch up with Ginny, though, so uh, yeah. Thanks for grabbing my drink.”
With one last wave, Derek turns and exits the shop without doing anything embarassing like knocking over someone’s drink or stumbling over someone’s backpack.
Ginny bounces on the balls of her feet when he comes out.
“Wow, so he was definitely hot. Was that ok? Was he cool?”
“He is. It was. He was.”
“Cool, cool, cool.”
“Derek!” He turns and finds Will barrelling out the door behind them.
“Stop calling me that.”
“What difference does it make what I –”
“I just – What’re the chances we just run into each other again. I don’t know. I just wanted to hear –”
Will looks like Derek feels. A little bit punch-drunk, a little bit hopeful.
“Come to dinner with me.”
“Oooh! Go to dinner with him!”
“It just seems like a good idea!” Her whisper-shout is equal parts adorable and unchill.
“I’m just gonna go drop her off. Somewhere. Anywhere.”
“Alright, I’ll text you the location.”
Sitting across from Will again is just as intense as Derek remembers it.
Will’s intentional, direct, interested, challenging in a way that leaves Nursey both breathless and keyed up.
It’s like being at Samwell again and not at all. None of the impatience, much more understanding, and so much hope.
“What’re we doing, Will?”
Brown eyes twinkle at him mischievously. “Eating dinner, Derek.”
Will’s chuckle is warm and low and utterly devoid of anything defensive. Derek loves it.
“What do you want us to be doing?”
“It didn’t work out last time.”
“Yeah, but we were scared. And idiots.”
“We kinda were.”
“Derek, yes. I couldn’t see how you could possibly want me, especially when I wasn’t even there to remind you that I’m your favorite idiot to argue with. It drove me crazy to think about you with someon–”
The benefit of eating at the bar is not having a pesky table to stop you from cutting off dumb, beautiful, redheads ridiculousness with a long overdue kiss.
Imagine Bill talking about how nervous he was during your first meeting and letting it slip he has a crush on you during an interview.
“So I- I didn’t ask you at first and don’t think anybody has let it go-” Jimmy said with a chuckle and Bill grinned to himself, nodding his head “But uh you said you met (Y/n) almost eight years ago? That’s- that’s a very long time you know.”
“Uh yeah” Bill rubbed the back of his neck a little nervously “My father had uhm he had invited me actually on set, to bemore specific, and I could never miss a chance like that. And- and that’s where I met her.”
“Hmh” Jimmy nodded his head “On the- on the set of Thor, right? Her character, and her as a person, has many fans that love her and is quite famous and so are you. Yet nobody has noticed a thing for all this time, it’s quite remarkable how you kept so low you know?”
“Oh uh” he chuckled “Well, it wasn’t that easy I will tell you. But we uhm had a friendship that we really wanted to last and for us to enjoy it we- we made the decision to be as subtle about it as possible. Our families knew of course, and so did our- our friends but uhm-” he cleared his throat, trying not to get off topic and let something slip of the two of you being more than just friends “It was all sort of- sort of us… living the moment every time, trying to make it just about… us?” he tried to explain with hand motions, hoping it didn’t come out so much as it being more than a friendship.
Our party was in a fight against cultist. Now these guys were not strong, but they know how to swarm the team till they took you down. My roommate was playing and her character knew the “arms of Hadar” spell, which I thought would be a great way to clean the field. Long story short, she died and I was really sorry till this happened.
Me: OMG IM SO SORRY! ITS ALL MY FUALT! WE WILL FIND A WAY TO SAVE YOU I SWEAR!!
DM: (to my roommate) you suddenly find yourself feeling lighter then air. You look down and you are shocked to see your body. You feel a light tugging on your soul, imploring you to leave, but it is light, nearly there. What will you do?
Roommate: (grins) I’m gonna follow the tugging. See ya later bitches!
ME:YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THAT BODY OR SO HELP ME!! I WILL SAVE YOU JUST SO I CAN FUCKING KILL YOU MY SELF YOU BITCH!!!
Roommate: Naw man, I’m gonna go talk to Cthulhu!
Me: I WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU LOVE IF YOU DO NOT GET YOUR SOUL BACK IN THAT BODY RIGHT NOW! I WILL FUCKING FIGHT CTHULHU WITH MY BEAR HANDS SO YOU DONT HAVE A REASON TO LEAVE, YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!!!
-Oh yeah ? That’s funny because you know what ? I’m the true blood daughter ! So your argument is invalid. Do you think before you speak ?
Your father looked between you and Damian, not knowing what to do…This wasn’t going how he wanted it to go at all.
Your first encounter with your half-brother Damian was…tense, to say the least. One day your dad came home with the boy, and boom, I guess you had a new brother. You were super excited. At least at first. You quickly realized that he wasn’t really…the nicest.
Even before your father explained where he came from and all, you knew he was definitely your brother. He looked almost exactly like your dad when he was a kid. Almost exactly, because his eyes weren’t blue but green, and his skin was way darker than your father’s pale complexion. Other than that…it was like seeing a mini-Bruce. You hoped he wasn’t like your dad mentally too, because that was gonna be a nightmare…And he wasn’t. He was worst. Oh my god so much worst.
The first words he uttered to you were full of disdain :
-You look weak.
Your father stiffened, ready to intervene. He knew that with you, this could go only two ways : you’d loose all control and fight Damian, or ignore him completely, much like your mother would. Your mother, Catwoman, champion in ignoring people that annoy her since the day she was born. You took the second option, and with a little smile that made Damian fumed, you turned away from him, going back to the work you were doing on the bat mobile before your dad emerged with your brother. Hum. Half-brother.
But Damian wouldn’t have it. He already met the other batboys, and he made sure they knew that Batman’s TRUE son was home. He went too you, under your father’s gaze. Your dad was still ready to lunge forward between you two.
-Did you hear me ?
Damian was confused. Even Dick, who seemed like the most collected one, reacted to his provocations. And here you were, kinda ignoring him, a smug look on your face. He had to assure his superiority on you, and you had to react for it to work !!
-You look very weak.
-You already said that. Redundant.
-You look like you…
-Hey, listen, I know what you did to Dick, Jay and Tim ok ? Won’t work with me, I don’t care about your little need to feel better than us. So here we go, I’m gonna tell you know : hey, you’re better than me. Cool right ? I bet you feel great now.
-Well at least you know your place.
Oh damn. You were doing such a good job. You were being so calm and collected, like your father taught you. You should have kept ignoring him, just like your mom did to people she didn’t like…You knew he was eventually going to say something that’d make you mad. And here. “Know your place” ? “KNOW YOUR PLACE” ? How dare he ?!
You stood up to face him. He was almost as tall as you, even though he was definitely years younger, no more than 10, and you were already (your age). You were kinda short. Like your mom. In the corner of your eyes, you could see your father coming towards you, but you made him understand with your eyes that he shouldn’t intervene. You needed to do this. And so he stopped, and looked at you two.
The Lord of the Wedding Rings: The Return of the King - iguana’s 2017 HELLsinki Worlds recap
This is it guys, the last big competition before the Olympics. So much potential for great skates, great disasters and great distress; this competition did not fail to deliver. Nor did the announcers, who were screaming out names and scores as if it were a wrestling match. And it was, in one way or another. Albeit a sparklier one. For a brief couple of days, we thought Javier Fernandez was gonna win his 3rd consecutive World title and I almost had those memes ready but at the same time I knew coming from behind like a wrecking ball was Yuzuru Hanyu’s specialty. To nobody’s surprise Evgenia Medvedeva broke a record; to everyone’s surprise, she only broke it in the long program. Meanwhile, Wenjing Sui and Cong Han’s blues for koolk brought the pairs crown back to China and Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir purple rained on Gabriella Papadakis and Guillaume Cizeron’s parade. Let’s start the recap!
Hannah and Jeff deserved better so everything is okay in this imagine. Even Jessica is in good hands.
I may or may not write a part 2 for this one because I definitely feel that it’s unfinished, but I need to think about it. Anyways, enjoy!
Summary: Jeff is helping Clay to ask Hannah out but in the process Clay makes him realize he is definitely not following his own advice.
“Oh c’mon Clay!” Jeff slapped his forehead in frustration. “It’s been weeks! When are you finally going to make a move?”
“It’s not that simple” Clay played with his pencil in an attempt to avoid the annoyed stare of his friend.
“It’s really simple actually. She likes you man.” Jeff says patting Clay’s shoulder. “I’ve seen how Hannah acts around you and she definitely likes you.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Dude, Hannah has been struggling a lot lately.” Jeff shakes his head. “but she seems to forget about her problems when she’s around you. You should really ask her out.”
“Jeff I don’t think…”
“C’mon Clay! You’re going to Jessica’s party this weekend, right?”
“Because Hannah is going too. You can ask her out at the party. It’s perfect!” Clay snorted.
“Yeah… not gonna happen.” Jeff groaned. He was getting tired of Clay’s insecurity but he was not giving up.
“It’s not that hard! You just go and talk to her and then…” his words hang in the air unfinished, as a particular girl enters the room. Y/N.
Jeff can’t help but stare as she walks through the library. She seemed so carefree while she meticulously studied some books and picked up some of them on her way. She looked so pretty with her hair in that messy bun and dressed in that little grey dress. It was Jeff’s favorite dress.
Jeff has been crushing on her ever since the first time he saw her at the library before he started his tutoring sessions wth Clay. She was always there doing schoolwork or sometimes just reading a book.
Eventually he found out her name was Y/N, (courtesy of Zach), and the rest was history.
He knew she was the top of her class and colleges were already interested in her, making her offers for her future.
All in all, he didn’t know that much about her, but he was without a doubt, infatuated with her.
She took a seat in the table in front of his and started taking some notes from the books she gathered. Jeff couldn’t help but sigh.
“You’ve got some nerve dude.” Clay scoffs while shaking his head, pulling him out of his daydream.
“How dare you sit there and criticize my love life when you’re pining over a girl who doesn’t even know you exist?” Jeff scowls.
“Do you know her?” He asked ignoring Clay’s accusation, because honesty… he was right.
“Actually I do.” Clay smiled smugly.
“Really?” Jeff can’t help but get excited over this little piece of information.
“Yeah. She’s in my class.” he shrugs. “She’s cute. One of the sweetest girls actually.”
“Why did you wait until now to tell me this?” Jeff asked a bit annoyed.
“I just noticed you like her by the way you stared at her.” he put his hands up in defense. “But hey, knowing you at this point I would assume you already have her number.” he teased making Jeff even more annoyed.
“I can’t just go up to her and ask for her number.” Jeff said sadly.
“Why? You’re the ladies man. Why is she different?” Clay couldn’t be more confused. Jeff has always been confident and has girls lining up at his door waiting for him.
“She’s a smart girl dude and I’m barely passing my classes.” defeat was evident on his my face. “She wouldn’t go out with me.”
“I can’t believe you’re doubting yourself.” Clay shook his head. “You’re a really cool guy. She wouldn’t reject you Jeff.” he just kept staring at her without a care of getting caught. “Trust me, she could care less about your grades, just ask her out.”
“I’m not sure…”
“I heard she’s also going to the party.” Clay smirked. “She’s really nice! You have my word that she wouldn’t reject you.”
“I’ll think about it, okay?” he gave in.
“Well that’s more than I would be willing to offer so that’s fine by me.” he smiled satisfied and returned to his book while Jeff’s mind was still uneasy filled with all his self doubt.
Clay was busy refilling the snack bowls when he saw Hannah arriving to the party. He didn’t go up to her and started a conversation as Jeff would probably want it. He escaped through the back door and tried to leave the party. Tried is the key word.
Jeff caught Clay and he didn’t miss the chance to try and convince him to talk to Hannah.
“Hey! Slow down man! Where you going?” Clay tried to come up with a good excuse but there was no way Jeff would let him go home without putting up a fight.
“I just, I gotta get up really early.” Jeff ignored him.
“Dude, Hannah’s here.”
“She is? That’s cool. Hope she has a nice time.” Clay tried to leave once again but Jeff was not budging.
“You need to go in there and talk to her.” he shook his head.
“She’s talking to someone else, she’s busy.” it was clear that Jeff was starting to get frustrated.
“That’s your cue, man. That’s your cue to cut in.” Clay thought about it for a second. He looked at Hannah through the window and funny enough, she was chatting with Y/N.
Fine. If Jeff was going to make him do this, he was definitely not going down alone.
“You know what? You’re right. I’m gonna talk to her.” Jeff was surprised by his sudden change of demeanor but whatever was going through his friend mind, was helping him with his confidence.
“Yeah. Just watch.” Clay entered the house and without a second thought approached the girls.
Jeff, who was watching from the backyard, held his breath. He didn’t notice when Y/N arrived. She looked beautiful as ever.
Clay greeted both of them but when he hugged Y/N, he gave Jeff a smug smile.
Everything made sense now. He was setting him up.
With Clay there, Y/N immediately felt the urge to leave him and Hannah alone. She didn’t want to end up third wheeling.
She quickly excused herself telling them she was going to get a drink and made her way to the kitchen.
Jeff knew this was his chance to make a move. If Clay had finally taken his advice on Hannah, he should definitely do the same.
He followed Y/N to the kitchen and found her leaning against the counter filling a cup with pineapple juice.
“Hey.” He greeted trying desperately to hide his awkwardness. She turned her face in his direction and smiled.
“Oh! Hi Jeff.” She happily replied taking Jeff by surprise.
“You-you know my name?” The excitement was evident in his voice and Jeff wanted to hit himself repeatedly for blowing his own cover. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.
“You’re friends with Clay and Zach. They’re my friends too so I know who you are.” she shrugged. “I don’t think we’ve met before though. I’m Y/N.”
“Yeah well I know your name too Y/N.” he smiled. This wasn’t as smooth as he expected it to be, but it wasn’t that bad either. “So pineapple juice, huh?”
“Yeah I’m not that much of a drinker.” she sipped on her cup. “Especially if the only thing available is warm beer.” Jeff chuckled and planted herself next to her in front of the counter.
She took a look around and focused her gaze on Hannah and Clay that were animatedly chatting by the couch. She was happy Clay was finally speaking to Hannah out of school or work.
“Took him long enough, don’t you think?” she pointed at them with her cup and Jeff followed her gaze.
“Tell me about it.” he sighed.
“So how is tutoring going?” she seemed genuinely interested and this made Jeff feel a bit flustered.
“Not that great, to be honest. History has been kicking my ass and as patient as Clay is, I’m still struggling.” he shook his head with disappointment. “I need to pass all my classes if I want to keep my spot on the baseball team.”
“That sucks.” She couldn’t imagine how hard it must be to handle all the pressure from the team and school. She could barely breathe with all the extra schoolwork she had to do in order to get some extra credits. “I can help you too if you want to.” She knew that Clay was already helping him but having someone else apart from him to rely on could be useful.
“Really?” To say that Jeff was astonished was the understatement of the year. The girl that he has been crushing on for so long, is here offering him her help without them even being friends.
“Really.” she nodded. “I know that Clay is already helping you and he is indeed a great tutor, but if you ever need some extra help or more tutoring sessions I can help you with that.”
“I’m gonna have to take your offer on that. I could definitely use some extra help.”
“Sure! I’m always at the library, you can pay me a visit whenever you need it.” Jeff knew she wasn’t flirting but she was being so sweet, he couldn’t help but think he had a chance with her.
He was building up some courage to ask her on a date when he was pulled out of his thoughts abruptly.
Jessica came wobbling into the kitchen with a cup clutched tightly in his hand. Y/N was fast and caught her before she fell on her face.
“Woah! Careful there Jess.” The smell of alcohol hit her as soon as Jessica turned her face to her. She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose in disgust. Jessica was completely wasted and could barely stay awake.
“I’m… not feeling… good.” she slurred over her words. Y/N knew she now was in charge of keeping her safe, considering all of Jessica’s friends were just as drunk as she was. She sighed.
“C’mon, let’s get you to the bathroom before something happens.” Before she could grab her, Jeff sprinted into action and helped Y/N to carry Jessica to the bathroom. He set her on the floor next to the toilet before making his way out. “Thank you Jeff, I couldn’t have carried her by myself.”
“No problem.” he was a bit upset that Jessica interrupted their chat but he also understood why Y/N was helping her out. It made him like her even more.
Not everyone gets out of their way to take care of a drunk girl and make sure no one takes advantage of her.
Y/N turned her back to the door and patted Jessica’s face with a wet washcloth. She made sure her hair was out of her face in case she needed to throw up.
Jeff felt all tingly watching Y/N being so gentle with her. He was a goner.
“Before I go… can I ask you something?” she looked at him and gave him a tiny smile.
“Of course.” Jeff took a giant breath of air. This was it.
“Would you like to go to Rosie’s tomorrow?” her smile never faltered.
“Sure! I’ll take my notes and…” No, she was misinterpreting the whole thing.
“No. I don’t mean to study…at least not tomorrow.” Y/N looked taken aback but quickly recovered. “I want to go out with you.” she blushed fiercely and bit her lip in embarrassment. Jeff couldn’t help but smirk.
I made her nervous.
“I’d like that.” she answered with the blush still present on her cheeks.
“Great!I’ll pick you up at 6!” he could barely hold in his excitement so he was silently praying she didn’t notice. The girl he liked wanted to go on a date with him!
“Okay. See you tomorrow then.” in a sudden confidence boost, Y/N stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his cheek. Jeff felt his heart skip a beat at the small gesture.
“See ya’ ” He waved at her and left the room, closing the door behind him.
His cheeks hurt from smiling too much. This was by far one of the best nights of his life.
He turned around and was startled by Clay standing in the hallway with Hannah next to him. Both of them were smiling like crazy and Hannah even giggled a bit.
“I told you she wouldn’t reject you.” Clay reminded him and Jeff slapped his shoulder.
“Shut up, man.” but he was happy that after all, Clay was right.
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Saying that shopping with your mother was the most boring and tiring
thing you have ever done in your life was an understatement. She made you try
every single dress that she found cute or that she thought youwould look cute on you. It didn’t matter if you
liked it or not, she was in charge.
After hours of trying things on and not finding
anything that you and your mother agreed on, you decide to go to a small
boutique outside the city. You used to always go shopping there when you lived
here and you had faith that you would find something that you liked and your
“You should have bought that last dress, you looked
beautiful in it.” You watch as your mother starts the car “It was a white lace
dress, the bride would kill me and I’m planning on going back home safe and
sound.” You say in a serious tone, you didn’t want to cause any more drama.
“You could always use it with James; I don’t know,
you were just so beautiful in that dress.” You put your hand on your
mother's shoulder squeezing it lightly “It’s a little earlier to
start thinking about wedding dresses, don’t you think?”
The pain was beginning to overcome you, and you felt like you were drowning. Suffocating.
You didn’t think there could be any feeling worse than heartbreak, but here you were again
— back in square one. All of the pain was still there, though this time, you weren’t just holding a heart torn in two. You now had the note Shawn wrote for you, thoughts of guilt, and the voucher laying on the edge of your bed. The walls you built around your heart had become so high, that when they were knocked down by the letter and finding out that you were too late, you took the hardest fall yet.
Part of you wanted to redeem the voucher and go to the show that Shawn was having in your hometown in four weeks, but the other part was telling you that the universe was working against you and that you should just give up on the boy. You were unsure of which side of your conscience to listen to, but you knew that you had to choose quick. You were done and tired with everything. Tired of crying yourself to sleep every night, tired of blaming yourself, tired of running in circles, and exhausted of your heart getting smashed to millions of pieces every time you tried to pick up the segments to your messy life. Heartbreak changed you, but for the worse. It felt like everything in your life was flipped upside down, but one thing remained the same: you wanted Shawn back.
Nearly a year had passed since John had heard from your mom and it has taken a large toll on every one of the Winchesters. Sam was sad, Dean was worried, and John was angry. They were told that you’d be coming back into their lives soon but then your mom went radio silent, no longer calling, sending letters, she didn’t even tell Bobby where you two were or what you were doing.
It was like you just vanished.
John had tried to track you down a few times, however in order to do it properly he would have to investigate the deaths of your mother’s family, which took him away from finding out what killed Mary. He was torn and tried his hardest to do both at the same time, but it proved to be too difficult.
Even if Mon was Kara’s “first love” (total bullshit since she was so crazy over James), it was basically the equivalent of your first toxic high school relationship with a teenage boy who is selfish and sexist and just wants to get into your pants. Like yeah maybe her feelings were real but she’s gonna move on and realize James was right there all along or find comfort in Lena and be like OKAY YEAH I REALIZE THIS IS KINDA GAY AND I’M KINDA BI, LET’S HELP EACH OTHER HEAL AND GROW TOGETHER??
Also if this season was supposed to be about Kara learning to “balance different parts of her life” didn’t it kinda prove she’s not that great at it and Mon-El just made that a lot worse? (Plus she totally could have learned to balance this with James since.. idk HE WAS ALREADY THERE AND KNEW SHE WAS SUPERGIRL BEFORE ANYONE ELSE AND BELIEVED IN HER?! And he had experience with Clark/Superman. A whole fucking season of buildup, man…)
I just got done watching Beauty and the Beast, the new remake, with @icarus-will-rise and… wow… I think there were times I cut off the circulation in his hand I loved it so much
Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
As usual, spoilers. This will be tagged as such tho.
• THE. CHOREOGRAPHY. AT. THE. BEGINNING. As a dancer, this was what made me instantly love the movie, like IT’S HISTORICALLY ACCURATE AND BEAUTIFUL AND??? WHY??? I LOVE IT SO MUCH
• C O S T U M I N G. I especially loved at the end that some of the servants still had face paint on their faces, like “oh yeah, that’s still there, it’s not like they’ve magically had their human faces cleaned while they’re not human or anything”
• speaking of the end, “Turn back into a clock. TURN BACK INTO A CLOCK.”
• and when the piano turned back he had no teeth? I approve
• also speaking of the end, HOT DAMN, Dan Stevens’ growl when Emma Watson asks him to grow a beard… like… damn… that was hawt
• THE TRANSITIONS FROM THE HUMANIZED OBJECTS INTO NORMAL OBJECTS MADE ME CRY. Cogsworth not being able to talk, Mrs. Potts’ face disappearing, Chip’s dish shattering (I GOT SO SCARED), Lumiere and Plumette, the dog with his legs up, just, AH
• Okay, unpopular opinion here, I didn’t love the songs all THAT much. The originals are better. Emma and Dan definitely did a great job recreating the songs and all, but I think we can all agree the original “Beauty and the Beast” by Angela Lansbury smashes the new one to pieces, right?
• However, on that note, the new songs were pretty good and fit right into the soundtrack in everything from background music to lyrics. Evermore was good, but the one in the movie was def better than the credits one, I mean, come ON, guys.
• Okay, back to the movie–
• L E F O U.
• Props to the casting director for ALL of his/her choices (Emma Watson could not have made a better Belle if she spent DECADES preparing for this role), but OH MY GOD JOSH GAD AS LEFOU.
• I don’t know WHO saw Olaf in Frozen and went, “This snowman would make a great gay sidekick for Gaston”, but whoever did, I love them.
• Speaking of LeFou, he went through some GREAT character development. From being completely obsessed with Gaston at the beginning (telling the Bimbettes they didn’t have a chance, talking to an imaginary Gaston in the mirror, calming Gaston down with thoughts of the war <which was HILARIOUS btw>, winking during “Gaston”) to actually having a backbone after they tie Maurice up in the woods (you can see him begin to shift his alignment, and lose his love for Gaston, there) to finally being like “yeah, screw this, Gaston wouldn’t save me from a falling talking piano with key teeth missiles, I'mma help the talking teapot spraying my fellow villagers instead”. I LOVED LeFou.
• You know who else loved LeFou? THE DRAG QUEEN. I know he’s either Tom, Dick, or Stanley, and I think it would be pretty ironic if he was Dick. I’ll have to check when it comes out on DVD since I wasn’t really paying attention, and by GOD I loved that little hint that they ended up together during the dance at the end.
• Anyway, back to the plot
• Those wolves were TERRIFYING
• Also, I don’t know about you guys, but instantly when I saw the beggar lady I was like “she’s gonna be important”. It was when she rescued Maurice I knew she was the enchantress in disguise, don’t ask me how, I just knew. They wouldn’t put a character in there randomly unless she was essential to the storyline, so I guess that’s why I guessed that.
• …did I mention LeFou was by far my favorite?
• But Emma Watson came in as a close second. By GOD, she was a great Belle. Her reaction to that library was tbh exactly how I would’ve reacted.
• Like I said, casting was spot-on amazing.
• You could FEEL the angst radiating off of Beast.
• Maurice was great, not as kooky as the original but I like him better as a sad artist.
• ^By the way, Belle’s parents’ backstory had me in tears. The plague representation was so accurate and answered SO many questions of mine.
• Also, Gaston was really good
• He actually tried to woo Belle a little instead of being like “I’m so great, you should totally marry me just for my looks and charm and hunting skills and my luxurious hair”
• He gave her flowers, sorta kinda pretended to be interested in her books, and seemed genuinely interested in saving her when the townsfolk were being mean so at the beginning I was sorta like “gee, why’s Belle being so rude and shit”, which was the only reason I didn’t like the change in Gaston’s behavior
• Then he started being a dick to her dad and I was like “whoops never mind”
• Umm,,, the fight against the villagers was really great?? Mrs. Potts seeing her husband (who was the citizen with the most sense, let’s be honest here) and falling from the chandelier, the boiling tea, THE DRAG QUEENS, Chip being a badass smol, Lumiere’s fireworks display, Plumette dusting people’s faces and the piano being heroic by trying to cover the door? It was A+
• Also “GRANDMOTHER?!?!?1?????!!??!!”
• Le Fou… the gay is strong with this one…
• Basically, I loved Beauty and the Beast’s live action remake, 10/10 would watch again.
• My only problem is her dress, really. My only GIANT problem, that is.
• They didn’t include the dog in “Beauty and the Beast” (the song), but fine, I’ll forgive that
• My major problem is that dress
• Okay, fine, it’s got the appliqués, but WHERE IS THE NECKLINE
• WHERE ARE THE CORRECT RUFFLES NOT THIS RUFFLE SHIT YOU GIVE US DISNEY
• We demand the truth
• (Side note: what is it with Emma Watson’s dresses being inaccurate in movies because this is now the second one???)
Summary: You’ve had the biggest crush on the shy doctor since you first laid eyes on him, but you never imagined that he could feel the same way. Everything comes to light when you two have to stay behind one night and finish some files.- Heather @livingthefand0mlife
Two times, it’s been twice that he has licked those deliciously pink lips of his. Twice in the past five minutes that I have stared longingly at the lips, I so wished to taste. I think that they probably taste like coffee, more sugar than coffee if we are being honest. It’s so easy to get lost when staring at him, he’s almost too handsome to be real.
“Y/N? Y/N, do you need something?” His voice startled me and pulled me back to reality. The reality where I didn’t get to kiss him and he didn’t know about my strong feelings for him. “You were staring like you had something to say.” If I didn’t know any better I’d say that there was a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
Request: Can you do a peter parker x reader where the reader is tony stark’s daughter and she’s new at peter’s school. And so like he tries to get Ned to talk to her, but she doesn’t like Ned so he has to talk to her himself and he’s very nervous. And when he meets her dad, he gets scared af. Sorry it’s so long!
Warnings: Cussing, using google translate for Spanish, overprotective dad, scared af Peter
Request:Okay so like either peter x reader or spideychelle with #5 and #17 I know it’s a hard combo but?🤷🏾♀️ (anonymous)
Prompts: “I don’t like the way he was looking at you.” & “It was supposed to be a surprise!”
Warnings: some swearing, angst
Word Count: 2.8k of angst ;)
Summary: After learning of Peter’s alter-ego at a failed party, will you still have the courage to confess your feelings?
A/N: the middle part of this story plays into the scene in sm:h when Peter and Ned attend LIz’s party. and this is so far my personal favorite in writings i’ve done!
“It’s just a question. What’s the harm?” Liz said in your ear as you watched him from afar. MJ was with them, reading a book and seeming to ignore then when you knew she was soaking everything up just to tell you. You sighed, placing your head in your hands. “It’s not even my party, Liz. It’s yours!” You said. “Yes, well, he’s your best friend. And if you don’t invite him, you’re uninvited.” She sassed. You rolled your eyes, “Fine. But if he says no, I’m saying I told you so.” You said, getting up from your seat and walking over to Peter’s.