bazluhrmann: The inspiration for the scene between the fish-tank came when Craig and I were so desperately looking for a solution as to how to surprise the audience for the first connective moment between Romeo and Juliet. I was younger then and we might have gone out to clubs a bit more. That night after working all day we squirreled out to a place (if I recall correctly called “The Dome”) in Miami. When I came out of the bathroom to wash my hands I looked up and saw a woman combing her hair with a brush through a fish-tank. It was a brilliant device to get guys and girls to connect through the sitting rooms, while protecting each room’s privacy. Obviously you can see where this moment lead … #romeoandjuliet
Okay so Spock was born and raised on Vulcan, a planet that canonically has a higher gravity than Earth. At least partially due to this, Vulcans have much denser bone and muscles than humans (part of why they are so much stronger than us) meaning that per m^3 Vulcans weigh more than the average human. Considering Spock, the beanpole that he is, has been stated to have the strength of 3 average men it is logical to deduce that his muscle mass is up to 3 times as dense as that of the average human meaning it is up to 3 times as heavy (I’m not a physician so don’t quote me on this). All this considered, no matter the math, Spock is heavy af, so
A few days ago, Kevin Pillar, a center fielder for the Blue Jays, directed a homophobic slur towards pitcher Jason Motte. The next day, the Blue Jays organization suspended Pillar for two games—without pay. His pay, along with an undisclosed fine, was donated to an LGBTQ+ organization. Both Pillar and the Blue Jays released public apologies, and Pillar reached out to Motte personally to apologize. The MLB is also investigating the incident.
The other day, Getzlaf used a homophobic slur in a playoff game. He was fined $10k. The money will go to the Players’ Emergency Assistance Fund. Getzlaf won’t address the fine and the incident until after Saturday’s game.
This is, frankly, a game he shouldn’t even be playing. What the Blue Jays and the MLB did with Pillar is the BARE MINIMUM for a sports league that truly hopes to become an inclusive league.
Ryan Getzlaf is the captain of the Ducks. He wore Pride Tape on his stick during Pride Night. He is also a nominee for the Messier Leadership Award. He needs to be made an example of.
If the NHL wants this stuff out of the league, they need to dish out REAL penalties. That means playoff suspensions.
despite Arya’s writing this season being an absolute dumpster fire pls appreciate Maisie Williams for continuing to learn how to fight left handed (despite being right-handed herself) in order to keep Arya as close to her book counterpart, something she has done since she was cast when she was only 12 !!!
The door opens with a creak, drawing Castiel’s attention
from his hands. They have been mindlessly picking at a loose thread on his
trench for however long he’s been sitting here. Dean enters, that same
distracted, tired look on his face that’s present much too often nowadays. It
takes a moment for Dean to realize he’s not alone in his room - that Castiel is
sitting on the edge of his bed.
Dean sighs, a quiet thing that makes his shoulders slouch as
if the weight of the world was set upon them.
“Cas, it’s la–”
“You’re avoiding me.” It’s blunt, Castiel realizes. It’s the
end of a long day, another hunt come and gone, and he knows Dean’s tired. But
he’s come to his end with trying to get Dean to talk to him or even look at him. Something has been wrong
ever since he came back. Sam seems perfectly fine; welcoming Castiel back with
friendly smiles and conversation outside of working a case. Dean’s another
story, though. Whenever Castiel walks into a room, Dean leaves. When they brush
past each other in the kitchen, Dean flinches as if burned. There’s hardly any
talking. Next to no eye contact. The times Castiel tries too hard to pull more
than a few words out of Dean, it only results in a snippy remark. But Castiel can’t
stand this wall that’s been built between them any longer.
When Dean doesn’t say anything, Castiel gets to his feet and
“You and Sam are all I have. There’s no one else. So the way
you’ve been brushing me off, snapping at me, just –” Castiel huffs a breath,
feeling himself getting worked up. “Look, I don’t know what you’re so angry at
or scared of and I can’t, for the life of me, figure it out because you’re
avoiding me. But I’m scared too, Dean. I can’t deal with what happened alone and
– and if you’re – if you won’t –” Castiel cuts himself off, words failing him
inelegantly. “Please, Dean, I need…”
Castiel begins to reach out to put his hand on Dean’s
shoulder just to be able to ground himself, but Dean’s hand flashes up to stop
him from going any farther. Castiel glances at their contact, the grip on his
wrist a little too tight, before he looks back into Dean’s troubled eyes.
“You died.” The words are soft. Then, as if saying them
triggered something, anger builds within Dean’s expression, his voice becoming
louder. “You died. You fucking died
and I then I had to see you with your wings burned into the damn ground.”
Castiel’s rendered speechless, unable to do anything but
stare into those heated green eyes.
“You wanna know what I’m scared of? I’m scared of everything, Cas! I’m scared to move, I’m scared to – to breathe. I’m scared to touch you,” Dean
yells, a pain resonating underneath the anger. Emotion is making it hard for
Castiel to take even the smallest of breaths. Then, in a gentler voice, Dean
“I can’t lose you, do you understand that? I’ve already seen
you – I’ve seen you die too many times, and it’s getting harder and harder to
survive after that.” Dean drops Castiel’s wrist to point accusingly at him, the
intensity returning to his eyes. Their faces are too close now, but Castiel
doesn’t dare back away. “And that’s your fault, Castiel. You – you made me love
you, you made me let you in. And then you fucking
died in front of me!”
Castiel swallows thickly. Dean loves him.
He waits for Dean to continue, but it seems all the words
have been drained out of him. Castiel takes a small step forward, setting his
hand on the side of Dean’s face, a pang of – of something hurting him when Dean
leans into the touch and closes his eyes. Castiel closes the space between them
to press a soft kiss to Dean’s lips. It’s a second later that he realizes what
he’s doing, and he’s about to pull back and apologize when Dean presses back,
returning the kiss. Castiel feels wetness collide along the hand on Dean’s
cheek. Despite Dean’s anger, the kiss is gentle and tender with only a hint of
desperation taking form in the way his hands fist themselves into Castiel’s
trench to pull him closer. In all the times Castiel’s imagined kissing Dean
would be like, this was never one of them.
Castiel breaks the kiss after a moment, entirely overwhelmed
by the past sixty seconds, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he leans his
forehead against Dean’s as they breathe together, Dean’s a little heavier as
more tears slip down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” Castiel whispers.
Dean breathes out a shaky breath. “I know.”
This time it’s Dean who connects their lips together in
another kiss, one that tastes of tears and longing, before he’s wrapping
Castiel into a tight embrace and his breath tickles the side of his neck.
Castiel brings his arms to wrap around Dean’s neck, clutching tight to his
shoulders. He’s not sure he’ll ever be ready to let go, but for now, this is
the extent of Castiel’s world. No words need to be said anymore. This is all