i mean when is it not awards season

Episode 12

~ First of all, that scene where Jughead walks up to Cheryl and apologizes- and he just stands there as she pummels him- that was heartbreaking.
~ I just really really really really want to see behind the scenes footage of Madelaine slapping Cole for that scene.
~ Veronica, I’m sorry darling, but not everything is about you and your father. Please.
~ Fred Andrews, I had faith in you. You don’t do that to someone.
~ Is Jughead’s safety still ensured? I know Clifford is dead now, but even though FP confessed…
~ Betty Cooper is an A+ girlfriend.
~“What is wrong with you people?” Wise words.
~ That kiss between Kevin and Joaquin though…
~ Jughead making all those sardonical jokes at the diner with Mary and Archie’s just like ‘stop’. Hahaha but also :(
~ Betty’s face when she realises she’s a Blossom is the best.
~ I’m so annoyed with Veronica, honestly, I mean-
~ No Bughead moments :(
~ Cole Sprouse and Skeet Ulrich deserve all the acting awards that exist.
~ Gladys Jones, kindly eff off.
~ FP, now you’re the best parent in town. Oh, look how the tables have turned.
~ Betty Blossom doesn’t quite roll off the tongue like Betty Cooper does.
~ That laptop scene OMG.
~ I can’t wait for episode thirteen, and I don’t know how I’ll survive after the season ends.

I love Iris, I’ve loved her since the day I got cast, and I’ve always wanted more for her. I think fans wanted more for her. She’s so iconic in the comic books I think it’s something great for fans to see her done justice. So, I’m happy that it finally came around in Season 3, there’s so much to uncover, too. So I was really grateful,I mean as an actress when you get to show up at work and you’ve got meaty stuff to do, you’re obviously a little more excited to go to work. So Season 3 was a good year, it was exhausting, it was a lot of emotional, heavy material, but it was good! [source]

Review of 14x04 “Ain’t That a Kick in the Head”


Sorry for the delay in posting!  Life.  

Amelia - I mentioned this last week, but I want to say again how surprised I am that Amelia’s brain tumor story moved so quickly.  I guess her real story this year will be figuring out who she is without this tumor impacting her actions and decisions.  Marlana Hope is a welcome addition to the writing team after seeing how she wrote this particular story in this episode.  Dr. Koracick is arrogant but likable, Amelia’s reactions are realistic, and humor is interjected well for a story about such a tough topic.  April being Amelia’s POA and explaining, “What?  Was I supposed to say no?” added levity to a scene where Amelia said her good-byes to her loved ones.  “In this moment, I love you people tremendously.”  What a perfect line.  The scene transitions to Amelia and her team standing in the superhero pose, and Dr. Koracick speaks for all of us when he whispers, “I love this,” over the stunning instrumental music.  “With surgery, you worry that you won’t wake up.  With brain surgery, you worry that you will wake up, but you won’t be there when you do.”  That is a beautiful way to explain Amelia’s fear.  Who is she without this tumor?  Well, we are about to find out as we watch Dr. Koracick cut her tumor out while singing along to the Beach Boys.  The contrast of the music with the seriousness of the scene could not have been better.  Whoever chose the music for this episode should choose the music for the rest of the season.  After surgery, Amelia being aware of what was happening but not being able to communicate was terrifying to watch but a nice nod to Derek’s death.  I also thought Deluca  was a nice addition to this story.  He never quite found his place in seasons past, but so far, I like him in neuro with Amelia.  The scene where he forced her to sit in the chair because she made him promise to do so was brilliant.  Amelia screaming in her head while collapsed against his chest, weeping, was one of my favorite scenes of the night.

I think Caterina has done an amazing job with this story, but I have to mention my issues with the story as well.  Using a brain tumor to rewrite Amelia’s personality is frustrating to me. I didn’t think her personality was THAT bad, and it’s unrealistic.  My dad passed away from cancer a little over a month ago.  It spread to his brain, and he had his brain tumor removed in April.  His tumor may have been different from the one Amelia has, but brain tumors don’t just make people act a little odd.  They are debilitating.  They affect memory, speech, vision, and motor skills.  They don’t just cause you to make poor life choices..  I  know I have to look past reality to accept this story, and that’s fine because it’s a TV show, but a part of me wishes they hadn’t depicted brain tumors so inaccurately.  

Bailey/Webber/Interns - Some of these scenes were funny, but I know we are all side-eyeing these new interns wondering how they are going to shake up Grey-Sloan Memorial.  Part of me doesn’t want to know.

Megan/Nathan/Meredith - I have been so impressed with how this story has been written.  I was not feeling Griggs last season, mainly because it was written so poorly.  This season has been just the opposite.  This story has been written so well that I want Nathan with both Megan and Meredith.  Not in a sister wives type way.  It’s just that they are all handling an unimaginable situation with maturity and class, and I want a happy ending for all of them.  Megan is incredibly likable.  She is understanding of Nathan moving on, she adopted an orphaned child and raised him in a war zone, and she has been through hell and back.  She deserves happiness.  Meredith has been understanding of Nathan’s history with Megan, she helped him bring Farouk to Megan, and she also has been through hell and back.  She deserves happiness.  I am genuinely interested to see how this story plays out.  I still assume Meredith will get the man in the end because she is Meredith, but if they keep writing this story this well, I will stay invested for as long as they want.  (Side note:  I like the parallel between Meredith telling Megan that she kidnapped her own daughter and then Meredith helping Nathan, in a way, kidnap Farouk.)

Catherine/Webber/Jackson/Koracick - I laughed out loud when Koracick said he wanted to make sure Jackson wasn’t his and Jackson said, “Nope,” and walked away.  I’m not entirely sure what the point of adding in the Koracick/Catherine connection was, but it was a funny little moment.

Jo/Alex - Either Jo is going to decide to put her name on the article despite her husband possibly finding her, or I think he will be at the Harper Avery awards.  He feels like a shadow closing in on Jolex.  We are all just waiting for him to step out of the darkness.  But what a refreshing switch it is to see Alex be her rock as opposed to last season when she feared Paul alone.  This is a more realistic portrayal of their relationship and who Alex is.

April/Arizona/Alex/Mer/Maggie scene - I like scenes like this.  I always have.  I think this particular scene is another way the writers are taking jabs at the terrible stories of last season.  Alex says, “I just wish I had a tumor to blame my stupid crap on,” and they proceed to yell out stories from last season that we could have done without. As if wishing all of them could be explained away by tumors.  “Deluca, I’m sorry I hit you. Tumor.” “Riggs. Tumor.” “Minnick!”  It was a subtle jab at the ridiculous writing of season 13.  Thanks Marlana.

Jackson/April/Maggie - After watching this week’s episode, I stand by what I said last week.  Jackson and April are both going to have individual journeys (for the most part) this season, but they will find their way back to each other.  I expect some of you to call me delusional or say I am wrong, but I only write what I see.  The first time we see Jackson and Maggie interact, she comments on his suit only to quickly realize he was at a funeral.  Again, I saw no flirting there.  And after she awkwardly walked away, Jackson very noticeably adjusted Alex’s collar.  I’m not sure how the writers/directors/show could send a more intentional message to the audience than that.  Jackson and Alex don’t touch.  That two second gesture was put in there in response to Maggie fixing Jackson’s collar.  Because that is what colleagues/friends do.  It doesn’t mean that Jackson wants to drag Alex to an on-call room, and it didn’t mean that for Maggie either.  Yes, they are intentionally toying with the audience by throwing stuff like that in there, but so many people are taking the bait and crazy tweeting about it, so why wouldn’t they?  That moment leads into Jackson’s talk with Meredith about the Harper Avery award, further supporting my thoughts from last week that Jackson will spend a good deal of the season figuring out what it means for him to be an Avery.  He is visibly annoyed that he cannot be considered for an award since he is a great surgeon and deserves recognition.  

It was nice to see more of Webbery’s home.  How many of us have forgiven Catherine Avery all her sins after the way she seemed annoyed at Maggie’s very presence at their dinner?  We feel that on a spiritual level, Catherine. When Jackson walked in, he said, “Oh. Hey,” the way I greet acquaintances.  Again, nothing.  He looked a little surprised to see her maybe, but that’s about it.  And the couple of times he smiled at her in the episode did not scream romantic feeling to me.  She is his step-sister and friend.  He should smile at her.  It would be weird if he didn’t.  He smiled at Meredith the exact same way before stealing her chips.  Awkward, boring scenes aside, I think the main point of these scenes was for the audience to know how much money Jackson inherited.  The discussion centered around the money and what he should do with it.  I suspect we will see something come of Jackson inheriting this money.  This was brought up for a reason.  

The scene that I think most people were so angered by was when Jackson said, “I appreciate you,” to Maggie.  Guys.  Come on.  If that was supposed to be a “moment” it would be the most lackluster romantic scene in the history of Grey’s   I appreciate you?  I appreciate the guy with one tooth who held the door open for me this morning.  I appreciate when my waitress refills my drink.  I appreciate when someone lets me merge on the interstate.  However, I have absolutely no romantic interest in any of these people.  That was not a Grey’s line that starts a romance.  Grey’s starts a romance by two people being drawn together in a bar, spending the night together, and then finding out he is her new boss.  Or two people connecting over their mutual understanding of what it means to lose the love of your life.  Or two people understanding that having demons in their past (drugs, ptsd) does mean you are unlovable.  Or two people who were beaten and broken down and told they were nothing can rise out of their circumstances.  Or best friends turning into soul mates who only need “me and you” to make it.  Epic love stories on Grey’s don’t begin with “I appreciate you.”  

Were they thinking about it?  Yes.  April planted the idea in their heads, and they had to at least consider what the other was thinking or feeling.  But, once again, the writers called them family in this episode.  Catherine called Maggie his sister.  SISTER.  Last week, Harper called April his wife.  WIFE.  The writers are feeding us crumbs, and that is damn annoying, but no matter how little we are getting, there is a big difference between being called the sister and the wife when it comes to Grey’s writing.

Seeing April in the chapel just feels right.  And I love that Marlana covered all aspects of who April is - religious, a fiercely loving mother, funny, and someone who feels things deeply.  April is such a complex, well-developed character. Hearing April pray “Please don’t make me have to unplug her,” was both funny and true to her character.  She wants Amelia to survive, but she has the strength to do what she needs to if it comes down to it.  We also saw that April is continuing to evaluate her life, what she wants, what makes her happy, and where she goes from here, just like last week.  Arizona seemed to be talking April into dating or having “new grown-up fun,” but I think most of that was just Arizona speaking for her own experience.  April may or may not date this season as part of her journey, but if she does, I don’t think it will be anytime soon.  She is focused on herself right now, as she should be.  Like she said, she doesn’t want a new normal.  Right now, she is surviving and that is the best she can do.  There was a quick line in the scene where they were all drinking coffee outside that caught my attention and may be insignificant, but I think it is another example of the introspection and reflection April is doing.  Meredith commented on how Riggs packed his bags and left to which April responds,  “Riggs panicked.  People panic.”  n that line, I heard April relating to Riggs because she packed her bags and left once, too.  That’s just one more part of her past that must be on her mind lately. And the chapel scene.  How is it that Sarah Drew can have a ten second scene where she says two words, and it is breathtaking? When April is unsure, hurting, or troubled, she turns to God.  But here, she went for a different reason.  April is thankful.  And not just that Amelia survived.  Despite all the hurt and heartache in her life, April is thankful.  And that just makes me love her even more.

I know many of you are angry and even jumping ship, but my feet are still planted firmly on the deck at this point.  Japril has a long journey, which is frustrating, but it’s only because they can have a story like this and remain one of the most popular couples on the show.  They have had two scenes together in six months, yet Grey’s posts are full of fans talking about Japril on every form of social media.  They are strong enough to get a story like this, and I hesitantly say, the writers this season are strong enough to make this into an amazing story.  

  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: Call Me by Your Name (2017) directed by Luca Guadagnino starring Armie Hammer and Timothée Chalamet will be the most controversial- and possibly the most overlooked film of the 2017-2018 award season simply because a bunch of uneducated people who have never read the book are under the impression that the film is portraying a nonconsensual relationship between a 17-year-old and a 24-year-old. Also, how long do I have to wait for a fucking trailer?!
30 Irish Dancer Problems

1: when people refer Irish dancing as “clogging” or “tap dancing”

2:when people say Irish dancing isn’t a sport

3: when your Tc says “one more time” at least 50 more times before they mean it 

4: the struggle of dancing or blocking on a tile or any other slippery type flooring

5: the struggle of performing outside in the rain or in over 100 degree weather 

6: waiting 900 years for recalls to be announced, just to wait another decade for awards 

7: two words: oireachtas season, nationals season, worlds season, any season

8: the looks you get when you Irish dance to normal music, or any music that isn’t Irish

9: always saying “sorry I have dance” whenever people try to make plans with you 

10: dancing first

11: dancing alone

12: dancing last 

13: doing a treble jig full, or any full for that matter, especially in heavies 

14: when your Tcs go from really chill to really scary in 2.0 seconds 

15: when you are at a feis and you line up for your comp just for the judges to go on lunch break so you wait 4 score and 7 years for the judges to come back 

16: breaking in new heavies

17: after a really intense workout or full you get jello legs 

18: that annoying competitor that tries to push you off stage or cuts you off 

19: when the musician plays the wrong music or ends too early or too late 

20: when 2 water bottles aren’t enough for class so you die of thirst

21: when non Irish dancers ask you to teach them something, so you try to teach them the jig and even that is too hard -.-

22: the exhaustion of competing whether its a feis or a major 

23: the pain of a full wig 

24: when your spray tan goes wrong and you look like an oompa loompa or a carrot 

25: the gross feeling of putting sock glue on / off 

26: the frustration when people who danced after you, get their results before you when you’ve waited 40 years and they’ve waited like 5 minutes 

27: when your friends think Irish dance is easy but when they try to do it they look like a drunk leprechaun 

28: the pain of missing a click and hitting your ankle instead 

29: the struggle of stepping on or tripping over your own feet 

30: when you accidentally break your own buckles 

anonymous asked:

Finally watching season 12! On episode 19 and loving the pissed off/worried/jealous/sarcastic husband dean and oh my god the mixtape, finally the mixtape!! Ahh this programme is killing me so slowly and deliciously! What's your favourite moment from season 12? Love your page by the way and you are incredible <3

Hi! thank you!

Ah my favourite moment from season 12 is definitely the mixtape! 

Originally posted by impalaofgrace

We just keep banging on about it cos we cant quite believe it… HOWEVER there are also two moments from 12x22 and 12x23 that are also on the same level for me, it’s a three-way award! But I cant tell you what they are yet cos you haven’t seen them :p You’ll know which I mean when you see them though, one between Sam/Dean and one Dean/Cas :D

I might be in the minority here

but I actually enjoyed tonight’s episode. To be fair I never expect the season finale’s to be that great, because honestly I think they rely too much on shock value for their finales, which is why I probably liked this one because it was a good ending to what I think was a sort of lackluster season. I enjoyed several episodes this season but it’s far from my favorite. I wasn’t surprised at all that the Garbage Pail Kids turned out to be the snitches. I mean who else was it going to be but

 

I did love the part when she said she wanted to sleep with Rick. I was like…

 

Originally posted by bricesander

Fat Elvis can eat a bag of dicks.



I’m ready for him to die. And speaking of dying.


Originally posted by zimbits-trash

Sonequa Martin-Green gets all the awards….all of dem.


I loved that Sasha went out on her terms. The flashbacks to her and Abraham though got me in my feels, but I knew the minute that they showed the coffin what she was going to do and I could do nothing but salute her

 

And wish her well on her next ride. I got my Grimes Family 2.0 moments, loved the part when my boys thought they lost the center of their world. I still want to hear I love you’s and I want Carl to call her mom..

 

Originally posted by natural-fangirl

…but you know baby steps. Over all I’m happy and I can’t wait to next season.

Spuffy in Showtime

I just rewatched Showtime for the first time in a long while and I am so fucking emotional 

(That look Buffy gives him at the end when she comes for him, almost crying oh my god, NOT ONE WORD, give Sarah Michelle Gellar every award already please)

There is just so much here, this episode means a lot to me

When I talk about how much I love Buffy and Spike together, most of the time I’m talking about season 7

We’re talking about two people who have grown so PROFOUNDLY that there’s no need for yelling or threatening or holding things over one another’s heads, there’s this growing trust of each other, but more than that there’s NEED 

The Potentials ask why they need Spike, why he is important, and Buffy stumbles so completely that we are faced with the truth of her feelings for him; it’s not the first or last time that it happens 

He is not important to her plans at this moment, she does not require him for anything, but even so she needs him 

There is so much that is said between them this season, and so much that is unsaid. So many looks, not of longing but of complete understanding and affection 

Buffy is not one to hide her feelings, we know this from her previous relationships. She does not hold back, she loves deeply with her entire being, with reckless abandon that is truly reflective of her youth (being the slayer has aged Buffy, but not in this I think)

By the time we get to season 7, she has changed so much, matured so much that I think it is hard for people to accept this genuine show of affection and the beginnings of love from Buffy because of how differently it has been shown in the past. 

Make no mistake though, Buffy isn’t a teenager anymore, and what she and Spike share in season 7 is not to be ignored or put to the side because of its subtlety 

Chris’s Skating Outfits - Meta

I’ve been wondering why Chris’s free skate outfit changes between the Grand Prix Final and Worlds.

At the Grand Prix Final, we get this blue/black outfit:

But when we see him at Worlds, he’s wearing the same red/black outfit we see in his next season:

At first I thought maybe he changed outfits for his exhibition piece, but Viktor is still wearing the same outfit and they’re clearly on the podium for the awards ceremony.

So does this mean Chris changed routines midway through the season? Maybe he met his choreographer/boyfriend at that sexy Grand Prix Final banquet where he poledanced with Yuuri (and did a strip tease). And this new guy choreographed him a free skate, so he had the outfit commissioned and changed programs midseason.

No idea if the guy on the left is the same guy, but his hair is quite similar. If it is the same guy, then they likely met at the banquet. Worlds doesn’t happen until four months later so that would be enough time to choreograph a new routine and get the red/black outfit made.

So, in conclusion, Chris’s choreographer/boyfriend made him a new routine after they met at GPF banquet. The guy witnessed his poledancing and knew immediately that he had to choreograph for Chris. He introduced himself, and Chris was more than eager to get to know the handsome young man. They’re both from Switzerland, as evidenced by Phichit’s flags beneath the pic he took with them. Also, the hearts suggest Chris and his mystery man are indeed together romantically.

anonymous asked:

Is it wrong that I get an immense satisfaction from seeing ppl say that they wish there were more movies, the movie cast was better, the show is so bad and needs to follow the books more, it should've got canceled after season 1, etc? I love drinking book stan tears while watching our award-winning tv show that has 3 seasons.

You know, Anon, what I really don’t get when it comes to these aggressive book stans, and I don’t mean this in an offensive way, I am just “curious”… when you hate the show so much because they ruined your precious books, exactly why are you still watching it and trashing it 24/7 instead of reading your beloved books? Don’t you have something better to do with your time? 

I mean, maybe I am too stupid but when I don’t like a tv show f.e. I simply quit watching it. *shrug* It’s that easy.

My Review of Teen Wolf  6x11 - Said the Spider to the Fly

I re-watched the episode because I needed to refresh my memory of what happened, and is it just me but it feels like 6B has a heavy season 3 vibe. especially with the “We opened a door to another world”, which reminds me so much of, “You opened a door in your minds. This kind of power is like a magnet. It will draw them here”.

This first episode set up the story arc perfectly, in my opinion. The anticipation to find out what got let out, why is Derek wanted for mass murder, why are the animals killing one another (which is a parallel to season 3 when the deer, crows, etc all did the same thing because they could sense something was coming) and how will certain characters come back and how do they fit in with everything?. I’m sure there is plenty more, but I’m loving this nostalgic vibe and how there are many reminders of past seasons already hinted.

6x11 had it’s funny, light moments at the beginning and with Malia wanting to go to Pairs. But I love the dark element, I loved it throughout season 3 and to have it sorta in a way come back is really exciting for me.

- Favourite Scenes

1. Stiles In The FBI
I kept wondering when we were going to see Stiles, and I half expected him to pop up in a flashback or something, but the way he appeared was so much better!. I’m so proud! Seeing Stiles walk up those stairs, stand on the FBI seal and attend a class was the highlight of this episode. It shows that Dylan/Stiles really needs to be in the entire 10 episodes, because I immediately got so happy when I saw him. I also didn’t expect to cry, but then again they might of been  happy tears more than anything else. I hope that we do get to see Stiles in action at Quantico, but I rather see him back in Beacon Hills with Scott, Lydia and the others.

Apart of me wonders if Stiles may go to Scott’s dad for help with this whole Derek situation?. Maybe to find out more about it?. We all saw a glimpse of Stiles returning to town in his Jeep (I wonder how he got it back from Scott?) and Derek appeared beside him, so do they cross paths at some point. Does Stiles track down Derek, does Derek go to Stiles for help?. I mean they’re quite a few questions that I can’t wait to get the answers for. Plus watching Stiles go all FBI is something that I am very eager to see. Stiles Stilinski FBI Agent has a very nice ring to it. ;)

By the way the scene gets so much better the more you watch it. I cry, I laugh and then I whisper “damn it” because I have to wait a week for the next episode to find out what is going on ahaha. But putting that aside, it was the perfect way to end the episode.

2. Voicemail From Stiles
The moment Lydia, Scott and Malia were sitting on Scott’s bed listening to the voicemail Stiles left for the group really was a sweet moment. The fact that Lydia didn’t want to call him after nearly losing him, she’s looking out for her man and I’m getting all the Stydia feels. And when Malia and Scott said that if they didn’t tell him, he’d be pissed was really cute to see. I’m glad that we got to hear and see how happy Stiles is to be recruited in the FBI. And it warms my heart that they know just how much being in the FBI means too him, but also that whenever something weird happens in Beacon Hills that he’d want to be apart of it, no matter what.

I just want to add that even though I miss the old pack majorly, I think after watching Malia develop on her own and become her own character, she really now fits better in the pack. And watching her react to Stiles voicemail and even when he mentioned he missed Lydia, was nice to watch. She has come a long way and it showed throughout 6A and I hope it continues in 6B.

3. Lydia
Can Holland get an award for her acting?. I can’t believe she hasn’t been acknowledge yet, I mean playing someone that was in an catatonic state for majority of season 5, deserved to be acknowledge. Whenever Holland does Banshee scenes I sit back and watch in awe, and the scene where she is in the school with the spider webs was no different. No dialogue on her part, it was all done through facial expressions and Holland nails it every time. What I found most interesting about that particular scene was when voice that said, “You let it out, you’re were suppose to ride with the Wild Hunt forever”. <—- who was suppose to ride with the Wild Hunt forever?. Is he talking about Stiles or the pack, or is he referring to the creature that was let out?. These Banshee scenes are definitely ones that you have to pay attention too, because if anyone is going to find out who/what got released I reckon it will be Lydia via her Banshee intuition.

4. Hellhound vs Hellhound
I feel like I’m the only one that is sorta mad that they killed off the other Hellhound?. I understand it was to show that there is a way to kill one, but I would have rather him stay alive and find out more about him. So I really hope that we still get too.

But let’s talk about the fight in the school hallway of all places ahaha. Obviously this Hellhound knew exactly what he was doing, he probably has been a Hellhound for many years, there is no doubt he was a lot stronger than Parrish so it didn’t exactly make the fight fair, but I enjoyed watching the scene. And then when Liam stepped in, I did panic but he proved to be fearless and he did stand his ground, despite getting clawed. I have a feeling that fight scenes in 6B are going to be hella good.

- Least Favourite Scene

1. Guidance Counsellor
Right from the get go we got introduced to this new school guidance counsellor, I knew she was bad news. It’s like Beacon Hills High School keeps recruiting bad teachers, I mean how many times has a teacher tried to kill their students?. Hands down she is one of the hunters coming to eliminate the supernatural or she is a hunter in training?. And I believe she is one of the reasons why the students turn on Scott and the pack. I reckon she is going to out all of them, maybe via the list that Lydia put in her mum’s drawer. She is definitely shady and unless you’re Peter Hale anyone else that’s shady, has got to go!.

- My rating of the episode (it will be a rating out of 10)
I will rate this episode a 7/10

- Favourite Quotes
MASON: Wounds heal, people move, things change

anonymous asked:

Is it true that Mike Schur doesn't really do anything on this(b99) show anymore? We all know he took a major step back after season 2 (that's when the show actually started receiving bad news about ratings and all), I mean, the show really did good for first 2 seasons (won Golden globe award) after that Mike Schur kind of stepped aside and it's all Dan Goor now.

yes it’s true, dan is the main showrunner. i don’t think that has anything to do with the ratings tho bc i think dan is an awesome showrunner

anonymous asked:

for uncle yunho au can we have more about taemin and his best friends? they obviously seem to care for him a lot, especially kai.

At the end-of-season banquet for the swim team, Taemin and Kai sat together with the rest of their team. Jaejoong and Yunho were sitting off with Kai’s parents, and Taemin and Kai were joking around about all the pictures that were taken during the season. When the coaches started handing out the coaches’ awards, Taemin snorted when Kai got Most Improved, and when he sat back down, Taemin poked him and teased him.

Haha, that means you sucked in the beginning,” Taemin hissed as he leaned over to Kai’s ear.

“Fuck off,” Kai hissed back, swatting him away. “You got the same award last year.”

“Yeah, but I was a freshman, so it was socially acceptable,” Taemin teased, poking him in the side. “Now it’s just sad.”

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Chapter 1 - Can A Man And Woman Ever Be Just Friends?

Disclaimer: Hello everyone! This is the first chapter to the series prequel of The Thing Is… I Love You. This work is purely fictional - any mentions of real persons or events are coincidental. Please read, reblog and enjoy :).

Sprawled against the warm leather of the car, I watched as the raindrops slid slowly down the window. We hadn’t been on the road long, a mere fifteen minutes, but it was already pouring. The rain was so thick I could barely see past the glass. At this point though, I didn’t care. I was exhausted.

I was coming straight home from the 2014 Golden Globes. It went about in the most spectacular fashion. From the glittering parade of designer gowns to the prestigious awards, the night didn’t disappoint. Although I’d established a solid acting career, I didn’t feel like one of the ‘elite’. I was still the young girl from Louisville, Kentucky.

As the car stopped briefly at an intersection, I found myself reflecting on the event. The first category they presented was the award for Best Supporting Actress. I was so deeply engrossed in staring wide eyed at my favourite actress Meryl Streep that I almost didn’t hear my name being called over the microphone. I blinked, glancing around the table in confusion.

Nick had squeezed my waist, leaning close so he could whisper in my ear. “Go on, babe, you’re up. You’ve won.”

He kissed me very briefly, surprising me, before giving my butt a gentle pat. Too bewildered to even object, I hitched up the skirts of my white tulle Dior gown and clumsily made for the stage. As I walked, several hands patted me on the back. My heart stopped when Meryl Streep herself pulled me aside, her feather-light fingers brushing my bare shoulder as she whispered her congratulations.

My hands shook as I slowly climbed the steps. No way in hell would I let last year’s spectacular fall happen again.

A beaming Tom Hanks pressed the small yet heavy Golden Globe into my hands. I stuttered my thanks as Sandra Bullock, THE Sandra Bullock, kissed my cheek. Clutching the globe tightly, I addressed the audience.

“Wow. Uh, thank you so much for this.” I suddenly became very aware of how breathless my voice sounded. “God, I don’t know why I’m shaking but yeah, um, thank you so much. I wanna thank David O. Russell, you’re a brilliant man in so many ways.”

The crowd was filled with several smiling faces; all of which telegraphed genuine pride. I paused for a second, collecting my thoughts. I knew at least half the room, having only interacted with the other half in passing.

My heart beat along to a strange rhythm. I was euphoric, literally on cloud nine. And yet, I knew something was missing. Or more accurately, someone.

“Uh, I wanna thank my family, my team. I would not be up here without you guys. Aargh. Who else? OH yeah! I wanna thank my fellow nominees, it’s such an honour to even be nominated with you. I am inspired by your work so thank you.”

I swallowed, hoping I could inject some much needed volume into my voice. “Oh god, I’m still shaking! Seriously, please don’t do this again. It’s freaking scary.” I say breathlessly as the crowd roared with laughter. I held up my Globe in gratitude as music echoed across the great hall.

Miss Golden Globe, a pretty young lady whose face I didn’t recognise, led me briskly from the stage, escorting me to the press room. I blinked rapidly, eyes watering; almost blinded by the lights. Journalists were clamouring, like angry bees, taking my picture, hurling questions in my direction.

“Jennifer! Hold it up for us!”

“Smile, this is for People Magazine!”

“You look gorgeous, Jennifer!”

“How do you feel about winning the first award of the night?!”

“Tell us about your acceptance speech. Are you really still that nervous?”

I felt the adrenaline recede from my system as I shuffle slowly along the platform towards the microphone. Flushed from my speech, I spotted my assistant and friend, Justine, lurking in the corner. She beamed at me, hands outstretched, preparing hold the Globe while I addressed the press.

Acquiescing almost immediately, I passed the little marble-gold award to her, then turned to face the media. I narrowed my eyes, squinting against the blinding glare of the cameras. “I’m sorry. Could you please repeat the question?”

“Oh, tell us about your speech. Are you still really that nervous about talking in front of crowds?”

I felt a momentary stab of irritation as I glanced down at the young woman who posed the question. She held a silver iPad in her hands but it wasn’t the gadget that captured me. It was the badge on her lapel; the yellow E! embossed in a gold circle.

The gossip channel held no attraction for me, it never really did. A derisive laugh escaped my lips. They saw me as an actress; not an actual human being who suffered from the occasional stage fright.

“Yeah, I mean, talking in front of a big group of people is nerve wracking.” I say petulantly. “Especially when the people watching you are your favourite actors. People you’ve admired since you were a little kid.”

Luckily, they didn’t detect the obvious petulance in my tone. Eager to coax more answers from me, they scrambled among themselves, debating on who should ask me next. I shuffled my feet restlessly, waiting.

“Jennifer, you’ve had a stellar award season so far. Firstly, congratulations. Second, what do you plan on doing after? Do you have a post-ceremony relaxation routine?”

“Well uh, I dunno. I’ll probably catch up on my drinking. There’s so much alcohol there callin’ my name, you know what I mean?” I laugh, longingly picturing the glass of champagne I’d left, still full, sitting on the table.

“Do you have any other projects in the works right now? Projects which could attract the same Oscar buzz?”

“Yes I do, although I don’t know if the 'Oscar buzz’ part is true. I’m shooting the last Hunger Games movie which has been split into two parts. But we’re filming it in one whole bunch so yeah, very busy.”

“Has the film been disrupted because of the awards?”

“No, I don’t think so.” I frown, biting my lip. Production was currently on a two week break to accommodate the hectic awards season. We were still based in Atlanta and had at least another six weeks there before moving overseas.

“Okay, ah, how do you see your future in the film industry? Is directing a movie something you’d consider later on?”

“Definitely. I’d do directing at some point, yeah. But I’m still a newbie at this stuff so I think I’ll keep learning for awhile. I’ve worked with incredible directors so I’m learning a lot from them.” I reply cheerfully; Francis’ face was vivid in my mind.

“Jennifer, over here! To your right.”

I started shuffling in the opposite direction before bursting into laughter. “Oh my god, you said right and I went the other way. Hah. Anyway, I’m sorry. Interrupt me quick!”

“You were at the Governor’s Ball last year, your family was there too. They were having more than you celebrating backstage.”

“Because they didn’t have to go through this. It’s hilarious. I really miss them though. I don’t know what they’re doing now so I’m gonna call em’ right after the press thing.”

“As a young actress, how do you stay grounded?”

“Family. They’d stop me before I get my head stuck up my own ass. Plus, I have a group of really good friends. Friends I’ve known for a long time..” Despite my lighthearted remark, I felt my heart clench painfully. I guess I’d be lying if I didn’t wish he was here too.

Amidst the rapid-fire interrogation, I thought of my loved ones. My family. Throughout my career, they’d remained steadfast in their support for me. This was the first awards ceremony they couldn’t attend. My parents. My two older brothers. I missed them all and wished, more than anything, that they were standing here there beside me.

When the press conference concluded, I slowly made my way back to the great hall. Nick was enjoying himself, deeply engrossed in an avid discussion with Amy. He kissed me briefly when I got back, then resumed his conversation. I sat down, fingers curled around the champagne glass, feeling a bit lonely.

The rest of the night passed by quickly. I watched esteemed actors win well deserved accolades. I didn’t stop acting like an obsessed fan all night, somehow neglecting my costars as I stalked my favourite actors. When the event concluded however, I was strangely relieved.

Nick didn’t stay long; he was flying out early the next day to attend the Sundance Film Festival in Utah. So he bundled me up in the town car, still wearing his black blazer. The blazer had since been clumsily folded up and put away.

It was still pouring outside. Sheets upon sheets of rain pelted the window, obscuring the glass, making clear vision difficult. From what I could see though, the roads were still wet. There was barely any vehicles on the road, save the limousine, traffic was almost non-existent.

The car pulled into my street, cruising slowly past the darkened houses until it parked beside front gate of my condo. I didn’t live here alone, I shared the apartment with Justine. I couldn’t find her after the backstage press conference at the Globes; for some reason, she’d disappeared.

Don, the driver, flitted to my side, kindly offering his arm as I climbed awkwardly out of the vehicle. He held a large black umbrella over our heads as we approached the gate. Through it all, I didn’t stop talking, thanking him for being my chaperone.

“No problem, Miss Jennifer.” He smiled, somehow reminding me of my father. “Please don’t apologise. It’s an honour for me to escort you. Plus, it’s raining. You wouldn’t want your lovely dress to get wet.”

“Okay, if you say so.” I reply, shuddering in the cold. “Thank you again. I hope you didn’t wait too long. The awards show took forever.” I dig through the silver purse for my keys. “I can take it from here. Go home, it’s late, your family’s probably waiting up for you.”

“Are you sure, Miss? I can wait if there’s no one at home..”

“Very sure.” I smiled warmly at him. I paid him handsomely, making sure I added a generous tip. He waited until I was safely inside before departing. Such a lovely gentleman. Definitely a father.

I clambered up the steps of the front porch, slowly; gritting my teeth as I concentrated on not slipping in my sky high Louboutins. I peeked through the window, seeing that it was dark inside. So Justine wasn’t home.. Oh well, maybe there’s still time for a pizza.

The lights flickered on all at once as I pushed open the door. I let out a high pitched shriek, clutching my chest as my family members came into sharper focus, screaming the word 'surprise’. I laughed through my tears as several sets of arms embraced me.

My mom, Karen, was the first to claim me. She looked younger than her fifty one years, her golden hair shining. She peppered my face with kisses, the way only a mother could. “Surprise!” She cried. “Congratulations, darling. We are so proud of you.”

“Oh my god, I didn’t know you guys would be here! When did this happen?”

“Well it wouldn’t be a surprise if we told you, now would it?” My father Gary’s blue eyes, so like mine, twinkled mischievously. He folded me into his arms for a tight bear hug. “We landed in LA this afternoon, booked a room at a hotel downtown.”

“Really? Oh my god, you guys should’ve told me. There’s plenty of room here.”

“Yes but like Dad says, it wouldn’t be a surprise if we told you.” My eldest brother, Blaine, teased. He ruffled my pixie cut, easily avoiding the punch I aimed at him. “Congrats, little sister. You look nice!”

“Thanks, bro. Where’s Meredith and Bear? Are they here too?”

“No, they’re in Louisville. They couldn’t make it but they wish they could be here. I know Bear misses his Aunt Jen.”

“Aw, well I miss him too.” I say, thinking of my cherubic, golden haired nephew. He was five years old and already a precocious child.

“Look who it is, it’s Bambi!” My brother Ben crowed, nudging me playfully in the ribs. Ever since I tripped at the Oscars in 2013, he’d taken to calling me 'Bambi’, which I secretly liked but never admitted out loud. “I saw what you did to Taylor Swift. Interrupting her, how dare you?”

“Hey, I was joking around!” I protested indignantly. “Come on, she found it funny. Plus she was very sweet about it.”

“Considering the last time we talked to her, you fangirled so much, you freaked her out.” A familiar voice teased. My heart thumped to a strange, irregular rhythm at the sound. I turned, slowly.

I’d know that voice anywhere.

There he was, standing beside my brother, hazel eyes gleaming. He wore his favourite black leather jacket and a pair of matching motorcycle gloves. He was still devastatingly handsome but it wasn’t his obvious good looks that captured my attention. It was the warm smile on his face.

“JOSH!” I shrieked joyfully, flinging myself at him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close. He even smelled the same; like cinnamon. The tears started again, mingling with my laughter. “JOSHY! OH MY GOD! What are you doing here?!”

“Hey beautiful. I wanted to surprise you. Congratulate you on your award.” He chuckled, planting a kiss on my forehead. “I’m so proud of you!”

I beamed at him. “Thanks. Holy shit. I actually can’t believe you’re here! I didn’t think you’d be in LA right now.”

“Me neither. I flew in from Madrid and was going to go straight ahead to Union but then I thought I’d stop by.”

Oh, Madrid. My heart clenched painfully again. Better shut that door. He was here now. It’s all that matters.

“Don’t cry, you. It’s your big night.” Josh chided gently, brushing away my tears. “Besides, I ordered a late night feed for everyone. Feel like some good old Pizza Hut?”

“GOD YES.” I started marching towards the kitchen as fast as my dress would allow when suddenly my mother’s voice stopped me in my tracks. I turned sheepishly, catching her stern gaze.

“Jen, change. You don’t want pizza toppings all over that gown, now do you? Go now. We’re still gonna be here by the time you finish.” She said briskly, giving me a slight push in the opposite direction. “Actually, you might need help unzipping the dress. Come on, I’ll go with you.”

With no other choice, I marched up the stairs, my mother trailing behind. In my bedroom, I quickly singled out my favourite sweatpants and Louisville High sweatshirt. My mom held me by my shoulders, spinning me round until her soft fingers found the zipper.

I waited impatiently as she unzipped the dress, somehow reminded of my years as a teenager in Kentucky. After every prom, every high school dance, this was something my mom did, no matter how old I got. It was the way we talked. She’d ask me if it went well, whether I had a good time. Being the only women in the family; we shared a close bond.

Living a few states apart made me appreciate my mother’s presence even more. Once I was out of the dress, she stayed to replace it back in its plastic sheath, smoothing the folds until all the creases were out. I quickly changed into my sweatpants while she hung the dress on a hook by the door.

“Thanks for helping me out, Momma.” I say affectionately, carefully removing the Neil Lane earrings. “I missed you a lot. You know, this reminded me so much of prom. Do you remember?”

“How could I forget, honey?” She smiled fondly at me. “You’re as beautiful now as you were back then. Now I’m not just saying that because I’m your mother.”

“Yeah, I know. So how did you guys get here? Did Justine swing by to pick you up?”

“No, actually Josh did. He got in touch with her, I guess. When he did swing by, he told us he was ordering pizza, in case we were hungry.” The look in my mother’s eyes was unmistakeable. It was a look of pride, wistfulness.

“He’s great.” I say honestly. “I actually can’t believe he did all this for me.”

“Well, sweetie, he’s got a big heart. Like you. Now come on, otherwise they might eat all the pizza. And we sure as hell can’t let that happen.” She winked at me playfully, making me laugh as we descended down the stairs.

Sure enough, we found the boys playfully squabbling over the pizza. At least my brothers anyway. Josh was sitting with my dad, trash talking one of his favourite teams, the Louisville Cardinals. It was something they often did, something that made my father see him as another surrogate son.

I sat down beside my best friend, pulling the box of cheese pizza towards me. I dug into it without hesitation, nibbling on the delicious crust. “You’re not really insulting the Cardinals, are you? They’re on pretty good form at the moment, aren’t they Dad?”

“Well I think it’s time they change coaches.” Josh said, raising an eyebrow. “In basketball anyway. They gotta knock the number ones off the leader board at some point. Come on, I can’t even remember the last time the Cards won a championship.”

“Twenty thirteen, mind you.” My dad retorted playfully. “Since 1982, the Cards have been in the top five. You weren’t even born then, son, so you wouldn’t know.”

“Oh no he didn’t..” I teased in singsong as my brothers laughed.

“Yeah well, the Cats are gonna kick ass this season. I know they will. They’ve recorded over 1700 wins. AND they’re two time National Champions. I mean, granted this was back in '62. Nick Van Exel was a graduate from Cincinnati, he’s been coaching the Texas Legends since forever. We got Cats champions in the NBA, man.”

“Wow, when did you learn all this stuff?” Blaine asked, impressed.

“I do watch ESPN sometimes.” Josh chuckled. “Plus, you know I got this from my best pal, Google. Just then. I actually got scared.. I’m like 'Oh, shit. I need more basketball trivia. He’s gonna kill me with his awesome knowledge.” He shared an impish smile with my father.

My father, bless him, smiled back. “Okay enough sports, we can talk some more after the Cards kick your ass next month. Jen, honey, tell us about the Globes. Did you have fun?”

Josh pretended to be offended as he reached for another slice of pizza. “I’ll take that bet. You’ll be sorry you ever cursed the Cats.”

“Bring it on.”

“The Globes was fun.” I answered loudly, giggling. “I had a great time, acted like an obsessed fan. Stared at Meryl Streep for hours. No joke, I watched her eat, drink. I was THIS close to following her to the bathroom.”

“You’re such a weirdo.” Ben quipped, shaking his head as he chewed noisily.

“Ugh, I should not be allowed near people ever.” I laugh. “Meryl’s gonna get a restraining order put on me, I swear. But she actually congratulated me when they called my name. I almost passed out.”

“Speaking of.. I’m surprised you didn’t fall over on your way up there.” Blaine teased, roaring with laughter at the way my face reddened. “I remember last year your dress got caught on the step.”

“This year, I made sure the Dior people didn’t give me a train. Freaking hate big dresses. I swear, it’s the last time I’m wearing a dress that makes me look like a pastry.”

“Did you eat enough while you were there?” My mother asked sternly. She knew I had the tendency to neglect the basic human needs whenever I got overexcited.

“Yes, Mommy. Amy made sure I did. It’s the motherly instinct coming out of her. She was all bossy. Her partner, Darren, apologised afterwards. He said it’s because Aviana started eating solid foods recently so Amy’s making sure she eats it all.”

“Who’s Aviana?”

“Amy’s three year old daughter.” I smile, remembering the first time I’d met the bubbly little girl with tufts of bright, strawberry blonde hair. She looked exactly like Amy. “She’s a cute kid.” I snapped my fingers, remembering something. “Oh! Guess what? I met Sam Worthington.”

Josh sat up straighter, swallowing the mouthful of pizza he was eating. “You did?! Oh my god. That’s awesome.”

“Uh huh. I even got a picture with him.” I say happily, fishing my phone from the pocket of my sweatpants. I scroll quickly through the images until I found the picture, then scooted my chair closer to his. “See? We took a selfie.”

“Wow, very nice! Did you tell him we loved him in Avatar?”

“Yeah, I did. He said he really liked The Hunger Games. I almost passed out then too, I was like 'Oh god, Jake Sully just told me he liked the Hunger Games’. I texted you as soon as he left. I’m like 'Holy shit. Josh has gotta hear this.’”

He smiled, his eyes glowing. It sent a strange yet welcome warmth searing through my veins, making my heart beat a little faster than usual. “Oh yeah I did get your message. You texted me from the bathroom… I’m all 'Dude, shouldn’t you be up there presenting?’”

Laughing, I nudged his shoulder. “Well, I needed to pee. But I also needed to text you. So I thought, 'Why not do both?’”

“Genius.”

I took another bite of my meat lovers pizza, ignoring the knowing look on my mother’s face. I had no doubt that she observed the casual exchange between us. The affectionate, almost tender, way we touched.

Despite the lateness of the hour, the conversation flowed easily. I served some coffee and rolls when the pizza was finally gone, beaming fondly at my loved ones. They chatted happily about the goings-on in their lives; so far removed from my own.

My father was amidst yet another project at his construction firm. He was building townhouses for a real estate company. He talked animatedly about concrete, bricks, cement. While my brothers rolled their eyes, I found myself listening aptly. Normality was so rare these days; my father’s talks brought that closer, even if only for a brief moment.

Blaine was navigating parenthood with my sister-in-law Meredith. So far he helped Dad out at the firm while raising their five year old, Bear. His wife was still on indefinite leave from her job as a paediatrician, holding play dates, forging friendships with other young moms in the area.

Although the summer had long since passed, my mother was still busy. She planned ahead for the coming season; adding more activities, booking venues, hiring new counsellors. As a teenager, I often assisted her, going along as a trainee counsellor when my brothers couldn’t. Now that we had our own lives however, she had a team of college graduates around her.

Wedding bells were ringing for my other brother, Ben, and my future sister-in-law, Carson. Like my parents, they still lived in Louisville, never straying far from their roots. The ranch ceremony would be held in the spring. This was something I couldn’t miss, being one of the bridesmaids.

Everyone was happy, healthy. Just as I hoped they would be.

Try as I may, I couldn’t stop myself from yawning. Against my will, the exhaustion was creeping back into my system, extinguishing what was left of the adrenaline. At first I thought I was doing well hiding my yawns, but when I stretched, my mother flicked her fingers.

“Oh, someone’s sleepy.” She said, rising from the table.

“No. No I’m not.” I protest feebly.

My mom laughed, shaking her head. “Sweetheart, you’ve been yawning for the last, oh I don’t know, ten minutes now? I think it’s time you call it a night.”

“But come on, stay. It IS a weekend, isn’t it?”

“Yeah but we’ve got a plane to catch. There aren’t many flights headed for Louisville.” Blaine reasoned, getting my mom’s message. He started gathering the empty plates, piling them on top of each other.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. It’s late anyway. We know you’ve had a long day.” Dad replied, kissing the top of my head. “You actresses need your beauty sleep.”

“Especially you. You get so crabby in the morning when you haven’t had a full twenty hours’ rest.” Ben teased, carrying the empty coffee pot into the kitchen.

“I do NOT get crabby.”

“Hah! Okay. You don’t get crabby.”

Shaking my head, I stood up to help clear away the mess. I’d spent years being the brunt of my brothers’ jokes. There were nights when I even cried over them because I was too young to understand. But now that we lived separate lives, only seeing each other when there was free time, I missed them so much more.

As tired as I was, I felt guilty having my family clear the table. But my mother insisted I relax while the men helped her with the work. So, I hung around in the living room, drifting in and out of sleep. When they were done, they each prepared to leave, grabbing coats, beanies, gloves.

My mother pulled me into her arms, holding me tight. “You were wonderful tonight, Jen. I’m proud of you, alright? Don’t forget.” She whispered, stroking my hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.” I say, feeling my throat constrict. “I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

“Take care, squirt.” My father said, embracing me. “Don’t bite off more than you can chew. Work hard but stay relaxed, okay?”

“Sure, Daddy. Thanks for coming. Really. I missed you guys tonight.”

My brothers were next, tackling me so fast I was lifted off my feet. Laughing, I screamed, begging them to put me down. When they did, they both ruffled my hair. “Go and sleep, little sister. Congrats on the Globe.” Blaine replied, grinning.

“Yeah, it’s a miracle you didn’t fall over, Bambi. Really shocking.” Ben quipped, pulling his beanie low over his head.

“Boys..”

“Coming, Mom!”

I chuckled, watching my family walk down the path. Five minutes later, they all but disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trail of white smoke. I shuddered, closing the door. The house seemed colder without them here, less lively.

Desperately craving some warmth, I shuffled into the kitchen. To my surprise, Josh was still there, washing the dishes; his elbows caked with foam and soap. The sleeves of his plaid shirt were rolled up, revealing his fair skin.

He smiled when he saw me come in. Warmth gushed through my veins, turning my limbs into jelly, making my hands tingle. My heart skipped a beat, thumping along to some strange rhythm. I smiled back, grateful for his presence.

“What are you still doing here?” I ask, combing through the cupboards for a mug. “It’s late. You should go home. I can do all that in the morning.”

“No, don’t sweat it, Jen. I got this.” He reached for the last plate, coating it liberally in dishwashing liquid. “You’re exhausted, so I don’t mind.”

“But, you know..” My voice trailed into nothingness. There was no point arguing. I sighed, conceding defeat. I brewed some hot coca and poured myself a mug, sitting at the kitchen counter with my fingers curled around the handle. “Thank you, though.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled, drying his hands on a dish towel. “Wow, that hot cocoa smells good. Can I have some too?”

“Help yourself.”

Once he had filled up his own mug, he joined me in the living room. We sat together on the couch, talking quietly, sharing stories. Like my family, he enquired about the Globes, wondering if I had a good time. I said I did but when I reflected on the memories, I suddenly found myself wishing he was there.

If it were up to me, I would’ve stayed up longer. Exhaustion crept back into my system, making me feel so sluggish I almost spilled my hot cocoa. He pushed it out of the way before it could fall on the rug.

Strong hands steadied me by the shoulders. Half a second later, I was lying on my back, my head pillowed by a cushion, with a blanket spread over me. I vaguely registered the sound of boots scraping across the floor. Oh no, was he leaving?

“Wait, don’t go.” I say, heart thundering in my ears.

“Relax, Jen.” He murmured gently. “I just moved my boots. I’m not going anywhere, okay? Shh. It’s alright.” He sat down again beside, shifting so that he cradled my head in his lap. His soft hands brushed my hair soothingly. “Shh, it’s okay.”

My body calmed at his touch, my heartbeat returning to its regular rhythm. I yawned, turning so that my face was almost touching the fabric of his shirt. My skin tingled as he pressed his lips to my forehead.

“Stay.” I whisper as the tendrils of sleep pulled me under.

“Always.”

Ten Greatest in NBA History.

5. LEBRON JAMES

As a Lakers fan, I’ve never been a huge fan of LeBron, which doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate his greatness. The dude is unlike anything we’ve seen in this league.

I understand rooting against him, but to hate him completely misses the point of sports. We need great polarizing players, they make the game a lot more interesting. Much like the 1960’s fans discovered with Wilt and the 2000′s with Kobe, we will miss him when he’s gone. 

EDIT 1: In the first version of this list, he was number 10. After the 2015 season, especially his heroic Finals performance, I was tempted to move him up the list, but without any additional awards and accomplishments, it just wasn’t possible. 

I specifically said “If he wins another Season MVP, or ring, or Finals MVP (which he almost certainly will), he’ll move up the list.” 

He did, so…

EDIT 2: That 2016 performance was absolutely unbelievable. To beat the greatest regular season team EVER, AND to come back from a 3-1 deficit, AND win Game 7 on the road, AND do it for a city that hasn’t won a title in half a century, AND lead all players in every statistical category. I mean, that warrants a huge jump on this list, and I put him at number 5.

I really don’t think he will be moving any further, because the guys above him are giants.

EDIT 3: After yet another marvelous season in 2017 and no end in sight to the epic career he’s having, he may be going up after all. But for the time being, he remains at 5.

anonymous asked:

Why are people sad that twice is probably not having a Korean cb? Isn't signal and knock knock enough to win awards when the award season arrives?

there are strict requirements for year-end awards that the previous comebacks might not meet despite their achievements and it’s a battlefield every year, with the amazing releases this year, it’s a tight competition. I guess people are just worried the previous comebacks won’t be eligible for nominations. for instance, TT had more impact than Knock Knock and Signal but it was released late 2016 (it’ll be 1 year old once the award seasons begins) we don’t really know if it’ll be nominated in anything.

or maybe people just really miss twice singing in korean bc i know i do lol

little bit of a model/footballer Zouis au, because there should be more model!zayn aus:

“I don’t see why I have to go.”

Louis rolls his eyes. Zayn’s whining had been a lot more convincing in his flat, in his sweatpants, than here on the street, bumping shoulders with Louis as they walk. Still, Zayn’s doing him a favor, so for the thousandth time, Louis nudges his hip. “Because I need to go to this dinner to get my award, and I need a pretty face to accompany me.”

It’s Zayn’s turn to roll his eyes now, as they turn the corner. They probably should have taken the car the team had offered, but Louis likes the walk. Likes this time with Zayn, their hands brushing. And maybe he likes how people give them sidelong looks sometimes, maybe guessing where they recognize Louis or Zayn from, maybe just admiring. There’s a lot to admire. Louis’s looking pretty nice in his suit, if he does say so himself, and Zayn’s Zayn. In his dark suit with the flaring jacket that should look ridiculous, even if Louis knows it’s right off the runway, but it’s Zayn.

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Janelle Monáe Is the Style Star This Awards Season Needs
The longtime performer and first-time actress’s stylist on the evolution behind Monáe’s clothes.
By Kenzie Bryant

http://www.vanityfair.com/style/2017/01/janelle-monae-red-carpet-style-2017

Janelle Monáe is no stranger to red carpets. In her decade or so in the public eye, the singer’s red-carpet looks have been limited to black-and-white (with occasional red, yellow, or metallic accents), originally sticking to classic suiting. But with Monáe’s roles in both Moonlight and Hidden Figures making her an awards-season fixture, she and her longtime stylist Maeve Reilly have made some changes. As her career evolves, so too does her style, though the message she adhered to from the beginning remains as clear as her stark palette.

“I mean this in the most humble way possible: I think I have the hardest job of any stylist,” Reilly told Vanity Fair on a recent phone call, nodding to the season-by-season limitations of items that fit Monáe’s restrictions. Reilly has dressed the performer for every event she’s attended for the past four years, and when they started, Monáe was still only wearing suits.

“Now, it’s become easier with dresses and skirts and even just separates—like what she wore [to a recent Hidden Figures screening] in L.A.,” Reilly said, referring to the black-and-white, wide-legged pants she paired with a long-sleeve crop top. “She wouldn’t have worn that four years ago.”

Reilly explained that the palette she works so hard to stick to is an homage to Monáe’s family. “Her parents were blue-collar workers who wore uniforms, and so her tuxedo represented the uniforms that her family wore,” Reilly explained. “Janelle, too. She was a maid before she made music.”

The progression out of strictly menswear was never “a sit-down conversation,” according to Reilly. There was no “I’m going to wear a dress now” moment.

As awards season has progressed, though, from Moonlight’s film festival premieres to the Golden Globes, Monáe’s style has made a larger leap, partly because brands are now reaching out to her and Reilly directly. At the Golden Globes, Monáe will be wearing a custom dress that the pair began working on back in November (Reilly declined to say by whom). Monáe is also becoming more comfortable on the carpet alongside seasoned actors who’ve been doing this for 30 years.

“The music stuff goes edgier, and the acting stuff is still quirky. It’s still fun and interesting and young, but when this is all said and done and we look back at the photos, you’re going to be able to tell when she was at a music event as opposed to when she was at an acting event,” Reilly said.

Monáe’s hair, which has seen the addition of googly eyes, safety pins, and gold wires as of late, is an extension of that whimsy from her musical world, Reilly said, but it also means more by Monáe’s own admission. She captioned a photo of the beauty looks on Instagram, “From the eyes, to the gold wire, and then to the white safety pins … Can you guess what messages [Eye emoji] am sending and speaking through my hair?”

With safety pins finding new symbolism following the election of Donald Trump, one might guess a political intent. Her hair stylist, Nikki Nelms, however, recently said that they’re simply a reminder for everyone to “just try and keep it all together.”

Regardless of what specific signals are emanating from her head, Monáe has an entire career spent working within the same coded clothes. She’s found a way to expand and evolve while remaining firmly within her ideals she held from day one. It’s an acrobatic act of perspective that’s rare, and one that’s becoming more and more visible as awards season rolls along.