Apparently I'm a bad Phan because I didn't know Dan and Phil were moving? I just saw their new video and all the comments are like" we knew it." Lol I must have missed something. Were there a lot of signs that they were moving house? Just curious if you know!
haha no, you’re definitely not a “bad phan” for not noticing. there were signs but you could’ve easily missed them when you weren’t exactly looking for them. the rumors started because they both kept complaining that they need more storage, and in his first live show this year dan said that getting storage was definitely on their agenda this year. and then starting a few weeks ago dan kept saying that he is so tired and stressed but couldn’t (or rather didn’t want to) tell us why, so people started assuming that it probably had something to do with getting more storage. well, and then:
- phil’s room looked quite empty in his last video - there used to be a lot more things on his dresser before.
- the easter baking video. they put tons of decorations on the kitchen counter but all their kitchenware and utensils were missing. no toaster, no coffee maker, nothing that used to be there before.
- dan’s last live show. he was sat on his bed (which hasn’t happened in years) with his phone, which was really suspicious as it is, but then people noticed that the painting above his bed was missing and he said he was “relocating it”. plus he also picked up his phone at one point to test the “selfie angle” and accidentally showed us his empty bedside tables.
- the prank video. phil’s bedding was stuffed behind the red chair in their office. very suspicious.
so all of that combined made it pretty obvious, but only if you were really paying attention to it. people were talking about it a lot on here and on twitter, and i suppose that also made more people aware of it, but in the end it was still all just theories (that are now confirmed don’t even get me started haha i’m so happy for them).
got in ~15 minutes ago. getting ready to sleep. assistant leader saw that i’m very hesitant to touch the dogs still and gave me an extra week of training. she was understanding, considering i got bit and all. i did get acquainted with several dogs today and did transfer one from one cage to another so i feel like i should be able to walk at the very least some of them when i return next week. i do feel bad about my hesitancy and got a little defensive but i have the week off and will brush up on dog body language. i am being a little *too* cautious even though the dog who bit me/h8s my guts has obvious, distressed body language.
woman training me was literally like helgas mom from hey arnold. she fell asleep at one point.
I saw a post a few weeks ago about how Shiro might have heard Lance gushing about the team to the yupper over the comm and I was just thinking that if he did hear him, maybe Shiro might have told Keith what Lance said about him and about how cool he was and Keith really takes it to heart and so on a future mission Keith might be talking to an alien about the team in earshot of Lance and saying like “and Lance is our sharpshooter. He’s an expert marksman. He’s smart and brave…” And they catch each other’s eyes and Lance is beaming and Keith continues “he’s pretty awesome.”
What was relatable about this clip it showed how much sana feels like an outsider with her own friends but also in society that we saw with that old white woman glaring at her which is a normal occurrence for young muslim girls in the west . It happens to me on daily but seeing sana go through hurts so much because you know how real it is.
Okay so story time like you know the prayer call (aidaan) okay so on my prayer app that plays so a few weeks ago me and my friend were in a lift with a buch of white people and the prayer call went like “Allah Akbar” so me rushing putting it off because those white people were freaking out like some lady was holding on to her papers like it was her life line and my white friend bless her was trying to salvage it like “oh nora is it time to pray” “and i was like “yeah” trying to laugh it off and then my second prayer went off anyways i never saw white people exit a lift any faster than i saw that day
Vilde’s comments about sana’s sex life was a conversation i literally had two weeks ago. And to be honest I had the same reaction as sana because people forget we have a choice. A choice we choose not to take. Sana taking the meat off her pizza was sad the look in her eyes broke my heart because her friends could of easily order a different kind of pizza for her for people who are supposed to be her best friends they should have known.
Thanks to @interfectorems for being such a good friend, supporter and for requesting this. Songs that are mentioned but not on the playlist are “Out of the Woods” by Taylor Swift & “If You don’t Know” by 5Sos.
Pic of this beauty isn’t mine.
I watched from a far how he held on to her hand, his fingers grasping and squeezing hers gently while his eyes never left her pretty face. He watched her speak with such an intensity in his green eyes, as if he literally saw nothing other than her. His girlfriend. Not me. I took a deep breath, swallowed the thick lump building in my throat and turned away from the sight. Exactly three weeks ago, Harry and I had shared a kiss. Our first kiss, which had been exactly how I’d secretly always wished for it to be. Of course it had been. Every time you get to kiss the person you love is special and like fireworks painting colors into the sky.
He’d been talking and listening to me all night, similar to how he now was with her and had at some point reached out to hold my hand, just like he was holding hers in this moment. When the time felt right, he’d leant in and had captured my lips with his. Needless to say, Harry was a phenomenal kisser. He knew when to press further, when to use how much tongue and was very attentive to how my body responded to his. Whenever I thought about it now, my cheeks tingled with the memory of his hands cupping them gently as he cradled my face to keep me close. He’d been so soft, so perfect. Harry had touched me with a tenderness, I thought it’d break my heart. I remembered wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling like they belonged there, like I was meant to hold him close. Only that I wasn’t. The girl he was with now only proved how insignificant I was.
I couldn’t help peaking and looking over at him again. Harry’s lips. I knew exactly how they felt when pressed against my own, knew their taste and shape. Their warmth. Harry’s touch was impossible to forget. I watched him kiss his girlfriend with a mesmerized stare, before moving away and into the kitchen, leaving the small gathering of our friends with a murmured excuse that I needed to get a refill of my drink, when in reality I couldn’t bear seeing the man I loved sharing affectionate kisses with someone else. But not even the kitchen was a safe area for me. t had been this exact kitchen, the one in Harry’s house, where he’d pulled me aside and told me about herfor the first time.
“It’s difficult” I think he said. “It’s my fault that this situation has become so messy.”
Was it silly that I could actually still remember every word he spoke to me? That I’d engraved every pause, every take in of breath he made, deeply into my head?
“Listen, Y/N… You’re important to me. I care about you. Need you, it’s just… There is someone. Someone who could be a chance for a relationship and I really want to give this a go. Give her a go, I mean. You can understand that, right?”
At first it’d felt like none of it was real. Because how could he be serious? Harry. My best friend, Harry. Only three days after our magical first kiss, three days full of us talking and flirting and texting constantly, he was telling me that he wanted someone else. Her name was Ira. And though he was seemingly behaving the same way with her he had been with me, we weren’t the same. In fact, she was everything I wasn’t. So when he told me he wanted her and not me, that he was picking her over of me, how come I’d been surprised?
I would never be his first choice, not when there were thousands of others he could choose from. And it was time for my brain to learn to not interpret every kind gesture, time to learn to stop overthinking every word. It was time for my head to accept, that there was no way Harry Styles could possibly want me.
So… I had been understanding. Kind even. I’d lied and told him that yes, I agreed that our kiss had been a mistake. We shouldn’t have done any of that and instead thought of our friendship first, rather than our impulses. I’d kept a smile on my face throughout the entire talk and even finished the short chat by wishing him good luck with her. Another lie.
My fingers shook and so I set the empty glass of my drink down quickly, worried for a moment that I might otherwise spill the last few drops. I didn’t think much when I reached for the bottle of vodka on the counter. There was no getting through this night if I didn’t have something proper to drink. If only I remembered the recipe….
My shoulders tensed. It couldn’t be him. Please… anyone, literally anyone, but him.
However when I turned around, Harry was there. He stood tall and beautiful, his short hair soft and wavy. Harry’s compelling eyes held my gaze with such a tender rawness in them, my knees weakened. All my body burned for was to wrap my arms around his shoulders and have him embrace me, have him tell me that everything would be okay again. I felt like I needed it, but knew that this was a wish I would be denied. Harry must have felt it, too. It was in the air around us. It had changed and… buzzed. As if being in each other’s presence made the world halt still for a moment.
“I’m sorry,” Harry chuckled lowly when I didn’t say anything. How could he smile like everything was alright?
And what was it he was apologizing for? Abandoning our friendship? Ruining any hope I’d had to find a partner in him? Shattering my heart? Hardly.
“For scaring you,” Harry elaborated, a sudden hint of guilt in his eyes, almost as if he’d read my thoughts.
“It’s fine, Harry,” I muttered, bearing a false smile, “All good.”
It was hard to look at him. Especially his eyes. They burned a whole into my chest whenever my own orbs found them. They reminded me of the Harry he once was, the one I could always come to and rely on.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, his head nodding towards the bottle of vodka. His forehead furrowed in a worried expression and I quickly set the container back down.
“I wanted to make myself a drink, but the recipe slipped my mind. I’m not as much of an alcoholic as it must look like.”
“Good to know,” Harry chuckled, then, visibly thinking about it first, took a step forward. “I remember what you like in your favorite drink. Could make you one.”
From how close he was standing, it was easy to notice every detail of his skin. Every curve of his lips, every hair of his barely-there beard. My stomach turned.
“That’d be nice.”
Harry smiled and nodded. “Okay.”
We avoided any touching. I was leant against the counter, he stood with a safe distance between us and only came closer when he needed a different ingredient that happened to be near me. It was awkward and… weird. It didn’t feel like ‘us’. The friends we’d been once seemed to be two completely different people. I knew him and felt he was familiar, but there was a emotional distance between us I knew neither of us could overcome. And still, I was with him and even if we behaved like strangers, being with Harry was nice.
“I think that’s it,” Harry said, breaking the silence. His eyes were set on the pink-orange liquid in my glass, then they drifted to my face. A proud smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“You 'think’?” I challenged shyly.
I took the glass from him (cautious not to touch his fingers) and took a sip. It tasted great.
“M'not big of a show off,” Harry grinned, “S'it good?”
I nodded and stirred the colored liquid once more. “Thanks, Harry.”
“You’re welcome, Y/N.” His voice was soft and his gaze shy.
The air around us shifted once more. My eyes teared up. What had happened to us? Harry and I… we used to be the kind of friends who didn’t stopped talking to each other for hours. At first, we’d be loud. We’d laugh and giggle so much eventually both of our tummies hurt. That was when we’d change the subject and speak more quietly, until several hours later our conversations drifted to topics only we were allowed to hear. Then we’d be whispering and sitting closer together, always an eager sparkle in the other’s eyes as we both listened with interest about what was being said.
I quickly turned away and pretended to yawn. My eyes blinked rapidly and I willed them not to cry in front of him. Not because of embarrassment, but because I couldn’t do that to him. I’d given him my okay. I had no right to be mad at him for having found someone else. Harry remained standing close and with his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans.
“I think I should go,” I muttered.
I held my head low and took a deep breath before looking at him briefly. Harry’s eyes held concern and his fingers twitched, as if he longed to reach out for me.
“Y/N, love,” he began lowly, “Do you think we could talk for a bit? S'been a while since I got to see you. Hear your voice. I missed you.”
This time when my eyes met his green orbs, I didn’t look away, even though I could feel the tears forming and coming closer to spilling over. Harry’s whole expression changed. His cheeks paled and his forehead furrowed deeper.
“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, my weak voice barely above a whisper.
“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head slowly, sorrow deeply set in his eyes. His feet stepped closer and his warm hands touched my flushed cheeks before I even had the chance to back away from him. The unexpected closeness caught me off guard and had more tears coming, this time because of how much I hated how uncommon this sort of care from him had become.
Harry embraced me. His head buried itself into my neck and both arms wrapped themselves around my waist so he could lift me up from my feet. “Please no, Y/N, Sweetheart. Don’t cry.”
I couldn’t help it. My heart, the final bit that had been whole still, broke in his caring hands and I was overcome and pulled under a wave of grief. That was what I was doing. I was grieving our friendship and the lost hope I’d had for a relationship with him. And he allowed it. He let me cry against his collarbones without any complaint and instead began to hum quietly, knowing how much his voice always soothed me. Pain shot through my chest. He probably did the same when she was upset.
“I can’t-” I cried, but got cut off by my lungs that burned with need for air.
Harry hushed me, his hold tightening, “Don’t, Y/N. It’s going to be alright.”
I shook my head and loosened the hold I’d taken around his neck. My hands momentarily brushed his soft hair, then I pulled away. Harry hesitated but allowed me to step out of his hold.
“I can’t take it anymore, Harry,” I confessed, my voice breaking halfway through the sentence. I reached up to brush my cheeks with the end of my sleeve and hiccuped. My head felt numb and I knew if I didn’t get out of this kitchen soon, he’d witness a break down I wasn’t comfortable with him seeing.
Harry’s hand reached for my arm. I didn’t fight it when he pulled me closer to him, but avoided his eyes when he leaned down to find my gaze.
“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice rough with emotion, “I promise you, it’ll be alright. M'not leaving, okay? M'not. We’ll figure this out.”
I wanted to scream but all I could was shake my head rapidly. “Figure this out how? What have we become, Harry?”
Another sob wrecked through my chest.
“I don’t know,” he confessed, “But we’re going to find each other again, okay? I promise. Let me say goodbye to the others and then we’ll go for a walk or something. We’ll talk. About everything and nothing at all… Just like we always used to, yeah?”
Used to. So long ago, it seemed.
“Okay,” I whispered, my burning eyes set on my feet. My skin shivered under his warmth and my lips hurt from how much I was bitting them.
I flinched when his mouth pressed a kiss to my head. The skin was left with a burning sensation. “Wait for me here, love.”
Harry’s quick feet carried him out of the kitchen and left me standing by the counter with my heart at the pit of my stomach. I stood up straight and brushed the few remaining tears from my cheeks. My skin tingled and I felt the hint of a smile on my lips, even though my body ached. Looking back now, I wish I would have stayed put by the counter and had waited for him just like he’d asked me to. I wish I hadn’t been impatient and eager to reunite with Harry, because that eagerness drove me to exit the kitchen shortly after him and turn the corner, allowing me clear view into the living room. There he stood. His arms around her thin form, his hands in her long hair and his lips kissing hers. All air was knocked right out of me. I could see how his hands gently moved against her neck, bringing her in closer and their bodies flush together. When their lips parted for a moment, I could see how he let his tongue run along his lower lip, as if he wanted to make sure he got all of her taste. And I could see him smile warmly at her, right before he leaned back in to connect their mouths once more. This sight… it burned. I didn’t wait for him. Because I had been wrong before. My heart wasn’t truly broken until that moment, witnessing the man I loved with my everything, kissing a woman who wasn’t me. And if he wasn’t going to leave me, if he was just going to keep me close and allow my heart to shatter over and over again, then I supposed I would have to be the one to go first. So that’s what I did. I walked back to the entryway, slid on my jacket, picked up my bag, and left the house. Left, to never come back to Harry Styles.
because I’m positive that liberals are in the process of leveraging the implied sentiment to oppose anti-establishment leftists too. In other words, Trump is an anti-establishment monster who is tearing down the beautiful values that this nation stands for, and leftists are likewise getting scarier when they declare things like “America was never great”. Liberal nationalism is one of our primary hurdles to overcome, this idea that America is (and always has been) a bastion of equality and progressive values. It’s powerful ideology, stuff that will keep millions locked in ineffective centrism over the next few decades.
I know an image like this
will absolutely haunt the liberal imagination in the decades to come, the horseshoe ghost hanging over their shoulders – fascists ready to turn ever-progressive America into an unprecedented tyranny for the few, leftists ready to turn lawful America into chaotic mob rule that only works in theory. After all, if you want legitimacy in the capitalist electoral system (as liberals do), you will absolutely condemn grassroots organizers, socialists, and the like in terms that this second image implies, especially in the decades to come.
I saw a lot of this at the recent pro-immigration rally a week ago – people all over the place carrying signs with stuff like the Statue of Liberty weeping, implying that this isn’t what America stands for. One of the core goals of the leftist project ought to be to help people realize that, yes, immigration bans and racism are what America has historically stood for – at least in the sense of the American capitalist/imperialist state, because I do realize there has been beautiful resistance and solidarity among the masses over the centuries. The history is clear: America is built on centuries of genocide and enslavement, inequality and domination coursing through its veins.
The American exceptionalism is unhelpful at best and super reactionary at worst. Abandon the Lady Liberty imagery and realize that we are already that tyrannical empire to most of the world, not this plucky melting-pot nation of progressive values.
The concert in Portland was amazing! About 45 minutes before the concert my friend and I were in our seats when we saw Zack walking towards us. He said hi and asked if we wanted to meet Brendon. My heart literally stopped beating. Obviously we said yes and Zack brought us backstage. Brendon was so sweet and he hugged me like four times and I was so happy. Apparently my dad’s best friend had planned this a couple weeks ago. Also, before Brendon played This Is Gospel he said “Before I start I would like to dedicate this next one to Christian (my father who died a couple of months ago) and his awesome family and friends that I got to meet backstage, you guys are very fucking awesome” I was in tears and I thought it was so kind of him. Again, the show was amazing and honnestly it was probably the best night of my life.
Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.
“Oh come on Y/N! You haven’t been out with us in forever, people are forgetting how you even look!” Your friend whined into the phone as you let out a long sigh, setting your book down unwillingly as you’d been reading it for the last hour.
It had been weeks since your friend, Hani had been begging you to go to the club with her, with you finding a reason to not almost every week.
“But–” you started, an excuse at the tip of your tongue as you had no intention of leaving this book. But she interrupted immediately.
“Nope! Don’t you even start! I’m picking you up in 30 minutes and you’re coming, even if I have to drag you out in your pajamas. So look pretty and get ready to get hooked up babe!”
Before you could protest, Hani ended the call, making you slump against the sofa, a long groan slipping past your lips.
guys, what if Sportacus had to like, retune his crystal to a different sensitivity threshold for Robbie because it was going off non stop when it was at normal settings (like it literally would never stop going off because Robbie is Sad™ 25/7) and that’s why we rarely see it going off for Robbie. and like, he doesn’t want the kids to question why the crystal was going off so much because he wants to protect Robbie’s privacy so he changed the setting but then keeps an eye on Robbie, constantly checking up on him but trying to be subtle about it so as not to scare the villain off while at the same time wanting to make sure he’s okay
please tell me i’m not the only person in the world still thinking about passe på meg. i think of it as their little private i love you scene.
Isak and Even are two teenage boys. they don’t often sit down to discuss the intricacies of their relationship, they don’t verbalise every feeling. they don’t verbalise it, but we are shown it. when they hang out in mekke øl and hjernen er alene, their conversation is sometimes inaudible because the focus is not on what they’re saying but instead on how they make each other feel. they make each other laugh. they make each other laugh a lot. they make each other shine. maybe their jokes are hilarious, or maybe their jokes are terribly unfunny, it doesn’t matter, because dating someone who makes you laugh doesn’t mean you need to date a comedian, it means dating someone with whom you vibe so well that their mere presence relaxes you, being with them makes you laugh. we see that a lot with Isak and Even. good vibes and good laughs. how being around each other is effortless because they can just be.
so when Isak touches Even’s lower lip and says i like seeing you laugh, it’s a casual remark, but it’s also this this intimate, honest confession, because that’s how they make each other feel, they make each other laugh. and he likes it. he doesn’t have a word for it yet, but he knows the feeling’s good. they’re good. you don’t always need to say i love you. sometimes making them laugh is better. when the night is dark and heavy, sometimes laughter is the only way out.
so that’s the i love you of a boy who is young and learning and figuring things out.
i was there to meet you, on the other hand. it should be this dramatic moment, a plot twist, a huge revelation, a guarded secret that Even has kept inside all this time, finally ready to let it unravel. and yet it’s anything but. it’s a nonchalant statement, it’s a
how was school we’re running out of toilet paper it’s pretty windy today by the way i was there to meet you.
Even’s kept it a secret for so long because it’s not a secret. he says it like he’s stating the obvious, because to him it is the most obvious thing, nothing has ever been more clear to him. the possibility of him having been there for any other reason is nonexistent, and it’s ridiculous that anyone would think otherwise, especially Isak. but i saw you on the first day of school is different. it’s more quiet, half a whisper. Even becomes gentle and pensive, like he remembers something, remembers that first day of school. because this is the part that is not obvious to him. this part where he is lying in bed with the boy he saw on the very first day of school, wearing his clothes, wearing his smell, wearing his kindness and his patience and his understanding. this the part that is maybe a dream.
and my favourite part? it’s Isak’s little ‘oh’. that’s literally all he says. he doesn’t ask Even to elaborate, doesn’t ask any questions, where exactly did you see me, what was i doing, what did you think, what, when, why why why. just oh. and then he smiles. because he believes it. he accepts it. two weeks ago he was ready to believe that everything was a lie because what would someone like Even ever see in a boy like him. now he knows better. he believes it, he accepts it, and he relishes it. and then they smile at each other, because that’s how they make each other feel. they make each other laugh and smile. and it’s good. whatever this is, it’s good. it’s good, yeah.
Things heat up on your Parisian Adventure with Bucky. (4,015 words; Bucky x Reader; 18+; Smut; 70′s Bucky Strip Club AU; Sugar Daddy Bucky, virgin reader, sex sex sex; Reusing this gif, but there is porn inside and it looks a lot like Bucky…)
the most nichijou moment of my life was about 2 months ago when i was like one week into being in vietnam and I thought I lost my passport. i was looking everywhere in a state of panic and when I got on my hands and knees by my bed I thought I saw something under there. so i was just like “OH! I THINK I SEE SOMETHING” so i go scrambling for my phone. i turn on the flashlight. and then under the bed was an entire bulb of garlic
Try Harder To Be Discreet. (Barry Allen/The Flash Imagine)
Request: Can I please request a Barry Allen x Reader where she is Harrison Wells’ daughter and Barry and the reader have been married for a while now and they want to tell the team that they are expecting a baby. Thanks!
I don’t know if you meant Eobard!Wells, or Harry Wells, or H.R. Wells. So I decided to go with Eo!Wells who isn’t evil in this. I hope you don’t mind!
I know… I’ve been inactive! I really am trying!
I know this is late! I’m sorry!
Requests are open! (Just bear with me)
I hope you enjoy!
You looked down at the small tattoo of a lightning bolt on your ring finger for comfort as you threw up in the S.T.A.R. Labs restroom. It was Barry’s idea, seeing as a wedding band would’ve raised suspicions. It’s been nearly two years since you and Barry started dating. And it’s been about six months since you two were secretly got married. Your relationship was something unplanned, but neither of you had any doubts.
The only problem with the marriage and relationship was that your father, the great Harrison Wells, has yet to be informed about it. Every chance you got to tell him, there was always something that ruined the moment. You knew the more you kept it a secret, the more strained your relationship with your father would be. The mere thought of losing your father made you want to hurl, but that wasn’t the reason as to why you were having morning sickness.
After a few minutes, you got up and composed yourself, fixing your hair in a bun and wiping away your smudged makeup. You quickly left the restroom and went back to your desk, pretending as if nothing happened.
“Caitlin, please check on (Y/N).” Your father said as he monitored the computers, watching Barry’s every movement.
“But Barry’s on a mission-” Caitlin began, but your father shook his head.
“Armed robbery… Barry’s got this.” Caitlin gave you a soft smile before helping you up.
Caitlin knew exactly was wrong with you, but she didn’t want to pry. You wish you invited her to be a witness to your wedding, but since the decision was so spontaneous, Joe and Iris took on the roles.
“Every thing seems to be in order. You don’t have a fever…” Caitlin trailed off as she cleaned off her thermometer. “Did you have anything bad last night?” She asked.
You shook your head as you thought about last night. Barry spent the night trying to make you comfortable and catered to your every need. He even raced to Star City to get Big Belly Burger, the one that always put in extra fries. But you definitely didn’t eat anything that didn’t sit well with you. If anything, it sat quite nicely.
“She seems fine.” Caitlin called out to your father as Barry sped right in. His eyes widened as he took note of you sitting on the hospital bed.
“You okay?” He asked, worry in his eyes. What he really wanted to ask was: is the baby okay?
You nodded. “Just threw up because of something. No biggie.”
“Yes biggie. You could have an ulcer, or some gallbladder diseases, or a brain tumor, (Y/N)!” Cisco yelled out. You raised your eyebrows at him.
And Caitlin gave him a strange look. “Did you look up vomiting causes on WebMD?” She asked. Cisco gave her a sneaky grin and she rolled her eyes. “I promise, you have none of that. Don’t worry… I’m talking to you, Dr. Wells.” You all chuckled as your father’s panic was easily seen on his face.
“I mean she could be pregnant.” Your father stated. Everyone just froze on the spot. You and Barry both looked at him quizzically. None of you were sure if he was joking or not, but the thought of your father finding out this way shook you to your core. “What?”
“W-why do you say that?” You asked, your voice shaking but you attempted to keep it straight.
“People take pictures, (Y/N). Videos, even.” Your father began. “And the funniest thing occurred to me when I saw these videos and photos on the internet… I thought hmm.. why is Barry always running around near (Y/N)’s apartment? You can put together a puzzle like that as quickly as a speedster, can’t you? You randomly getting a lightning tattooed on your ring finger. Barry always worrying about you. You always worrying about Barry. Not to mention we have cameras.”
You and Barry knew the cat was out the bag, but neither of you dared to glance at each other. You both kept your eyes trained on your father. “So how long have you two been together?” Your dad asked.
“Two and a half years.” Barry asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Anything else I might want to know?”
You slowly tip toed over to your husband as you interlaced your fingers. “Um… Six months ago we eloped.” You saw your father’s jaw clench but it slowly released. “And I’m three and a half weeks pregnant.” You and Barry flinched awaiting your father’s wrath, but none came.
“That part I put together on my own seeing as you’re almost always tired, hungry, and if you aren’t at a calmed state, your enraged. Much like your mother.” You smiled, remembering the memories you had of her, a few tears escaped your eyes and Barry rubbing your back soothingly. “I’m mad that I didn’t get to walk my baby girl down the aisle, but we can always redo that part. Barry take care of my girl. And… for the love of God, Try Harder To Be Discreet.”
You walked over to hug your father, crying quietly into his arms. But then Cisco cleared his throat. “We’re definitely redoing that wedding. Barry, what were you thinking? I wasn’t your best man, dude!”
Gathering Rarities: Celebration Card Trinity on Trade Group
A few weeks ago, I came
across something extraordinary in the local trader community, and today, I
thought it would be best to share my experience and knowledge of what I saw
circumstances, I wouldn’t be mentioning a post from another trade group.
However, something like this is another landmark in MTG history, second only to the
1996 World Champion Trophy and sale for the original art, it deserves to be
shared, and these stories should be known by everybody.
This is Raphael Puleo. He
runs a humble MTG store known as Magic Bazar in France. He’s also the proud
owner of 3 of the world’s rarest and richest pieces of MTG history, spanning
back to the beginning of this game.
In his hand, he holds a
copy of Splendid Genesis, Fraternal Exaltation, and Proposal. To many,
these are names that are vague, even unknown. However, try to understand that
three cards are an infinitely important part of Magic The Gathering History, as
these are the three cards that Richard Garfield created to celebrate
various periods in his life. Make no mistake, these cards are well worth more
than Power 9 (Excluding Alpha/Beta Lotuses), and the stories behind
each of them are incredibly touching.
I’m also going to explain
why Proposal appears to be covered up later on, since some people might ask.
Of the existing celebration
cards in MTG, Splendid Genesis is probably the most well-known card, having
been listed on eBay and seen in auction houses a number of times over the
years. Printed to commemorate the birth of his first child, only 110 copies
were ever made and sent out to incredibly close friends and well
known employees at Wizards. It was also drawn by Monique Thirifay (an
early WotC employee), and to date, is the only card she has ever produced. The
card effect is also wholesome and makes me feel happy.
For this card alone, the
current market value is an estimated $10,000, which is an amazing price to
behold, but probably worth it for something so unique.
Fun fact, Mark Rosewater is
also a proud owner of one of these, if my information is correct, which makes a
lot of sense.
Fraternal Exaltation was a
card done in the same fashion, printed to commemorate the birth of Garfield’s
second child. However, the amount released this time around was 220, a
significant increase, and perhaps a sign of Wizards increasing growth as a
company? Or Garfield had more friends, who knows.
This card however, was
drawn by Susan Garfield, Richards sister and for me, personally, owning a
celebration card drawn by your own sibling is far more amazing than just
another Black Lotus.
Given that the print run
for this card was significantly larger, the price is lower as a result, but
prices still range from $3-$5,000, with those copies having been sold out
And of course, comes the
best for last.
What follows is one of my
favorite romance stories and the most feelgood MTG tale I’ve ever heard.
In October 1993, Garfield
enlisted the aid of Dave Howell, and the late Quinton Hoover to create a unique
and special card. Using this one of a kind piece, Richard was going to propose
to his then-girlfriend, Lily Wu.
All together, a single
sheet of 9 cards were produced, with one being used for a very
“According to Richard, he put just put one in the all-white deck he was
playing. As luck would have it, the first three games the pair played, he
didn’t draw the card. He did finally find it in the fourth game, but was
losing. At one point, Lily asked if he wanted to concede because, as a
playtester, she didn’t think any card he could play would allow him to win.
Shortly after, Richard played the now-famous card” ~ MTG Librarities
So, they did get married, and the 8 remaining copies were sent to family
memebers, and Dave and Quinton. Unfortunately, Quinton’s copy was stolen at
some point, but it has been verified that this is not that copy.
The most unique thing about this card, is that Richard and Lily told all
of the owners never to reveal the original artwork to preserve the memory. That
image up there? It’s not the actual art, it has never been revealed to this day,
and because of that, it is the greatest mystery in MTG history (there’s another fake image out there too). Hence why Ralph
has it covered up. As a result, it’s no surprise that the only copy
currently being sold is being offered at an astounding $35,000.
I could build a vintage
deck with that kind of money. A good one too….
Altogether, the three cards
are being sold off for a staggering $55,000. But for 2 cards that barely
register in the 3 digit population, and another with just 9 copies in existence, and with
all 3 of these being such an important part of MTG history, the price tag is
well deserving. It’s still a shame though, that we’ll never see the original
art for Proposal, but perhaps its best to keep it unique like this…..
I hope you all enjoyed the
wonderful story behind these cards, and hope you’ll retell it to other players
If you wish to check out
the original listing, feel free to check out the Misprints, Oddities, Rarities for Magic
the Gathering Facebook group. There’s always something amazing being listed
funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world
that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about.
it’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but
we don’t have the ability to perceive them. that’s what i want out of a
relationship. or just life, i guess.