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tag ten people you want to get to know better

tagged by the ever-lovely @halcyonreylo (thank you!)

Countries I’ve lived in: U.S.
Favourite fandom: Can I pick two, please? Um…Haunted Mansion and Strange Magic.
Languages I speak: English
Favorite film of 2015: Star Wars - Episode VII: The Force Awakens
Last article I read: A review of the new Ghostbusters
Shuffle your song library and put the first three titles: Overture from The Phantom of the Opera, “My God is the Sun” by Queens of the Stone Age, “Alejandro” by Lady GaGa
Last thing I bought online: A TARDIS sweatshirt
Last person I dreamed of: Lately I’ve been really bad at remembering my dreams, but I guess Ultron?
Any recurring dreams: Nahh. If I have any, they’re probably about work.
Any phobias or fears: Fear of needles (especially IV), trypophobia 
How would my friends describe me: Calm, high-maintenance, a good listener, quiet, introspective, creative (I hope)
How would my enemies describe me: Self-pitying, irrational, and self-righteous, judgmental, quick to anger (probably)
Would you take a bullet for someone: Anyone in my family or group of close friends.
If I had money to spare what would I buy first: A new computer battery, some groceries, and that Soarin’ jacket I’ve been eyeing for a while.

Tagging anyone and everyone!

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If Loki had the opportunity to go back to himself in the first Thor, or even in the Avengers film, and either change his decision or do something differently, what would he do ? Would he change it ? Or would he give himself any advice ?  

That awkward moment when everybody held their breaths and thought she broke him

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The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) - Stephen Chbosky

5 bullets on this film: 

  • Yeah, I know it has become a pseudo intellectual teen cliche, but fuck it, I love this movie. Every time I watch it I feel this urge to text my friends and tell them how much I love them. Man, friends are the best thing in this world, and this film makes you realize that. 
  • God bless the soundtrack. I’ll say it twice and louder for the people in the back: GOD BLESS THIS SOUNDTRACK.

  • The cast is great. Logan Lerman did really well in this film, but let’s talk about Ezra Miller????? He’s perfect as Patrick and he really got into the character. I hate seeing young talented people, it makes me feel kinda worthless. 

  • Stephen Chbosky is the director of the film AND the writer of the book, so all the important details of the story and the cute quotes are still there. I think I had never seen a better adaptation of a book, honestly. 

  • The themes go from sexual abuse and mental illness to friendship and music. AND I LOVE THAT. It’s really inspiring, and if you’re going through a hard time, watch this movie, it makes you feel alive.
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Day 2 – Favourite James Spader Character (from a film or TV Show and why)

Raymond Reddington – The Blacklist

Why do I love this character?

Many reasons. Raymond Reddington is a complex character, I love him for the obvious reasons: he is a badass and he looks good being one. I love that he always maintain his calm demeanour even when he is in the middle of a chaotic situation. I love that he is always able to find a way to rectify that chaotic situation.

He is an intelligent man with many skills, I especially love it when he speaks in different languages. I also love it when he tinkers with things, and boy do I love it when he is out and about shooting that shotgun… he is a great marksman and that shotgun looks good on him.

I love that he is a loyal man and he remembers every kindness & loyalty shown to him and will try to give back the same, if not more, for those people who have demonstrated these qualities for him. He also remembers every betrayal, and yes, he will give those people the same payback too, if not more. After all, he is a fair man and he values loyalty above all else… His basic principle, which I also love.

I love that he viciously protects his loved ones. He will do absolutely anything for them, he will pull all the means and resources to make sure they are safe, he will sacrifice himself for them, and he is willing to walk away from them even though he knows it will certainly crush him. I love that beneath all those armours and his Concierge of Crime persona, he is actually a very good and gentle man, who is just trying to fix his mistake and shielding his loved ones from all the dangers so that they can have a normal life, a peaceful life.

I love his redemption journey. I love that he is struggling to achieve that. He has done so many things and sacrificed so much, but still the road does not get any easier for him. People still blame him, betray him, his friend duped him and watched him collapsed. I admire that despite all of those, he still got back in the game and tried to put things right again. I love the fact that his redemption is not an easy journey, he will not get that by doing one thing right. He has to struggle and he will suffer in order to achieve it. But when he finally achieves it, it will be a beautiful thing to witness.

Oh My God, You’re In Love

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words: 1018
This is my one shot for @one-shots-supernatural‘s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge. The prompt this week was “Oh my god, you’re in love.”

Originally posted by poorbeautifuldean

Jensen’s Point Of View

           “Hey, Jensen!” Y/N waved to me from where she was sitting with Jared and Misha on set. I had just filmed a scene with Mark Sheppard and was finally getting a break to hang out with the rest of the cast for lunch.

           “Hey,” I smiled at her. I couldn’t help but smile when it came to Y/N. She was the most beautiful, sweetest girl I had ever met. Spending time with her was the best thing I could imagine. But when it came to admitting my feelings for her, I was so nervous and scared that I couldn’t do it.

           “How’d it go?” Jared asked.

           “Fine,” I said, sitting down next to Y/N, “Mark went to go see the baby,” I said, “He’ll be back in a little while.”

           “Such a good daddy,” Y/N giggled.

           “I’m a good daddy,” Jared said.

           Y/N looked over at Jared, “Yes, Jared, you’re a good daddy too.”

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dewdlebops: the dewdleboppening

  • my new love bismuth!! i need to know why the circumstances of her bubbling are so suspect; why was she bubbled instead of allowed to regenerate like every other crystal gem weve seen so far? why was she apparently kept a secret from pearl, garnet and amethyst??
  • also for ur consideration: a mimicyu dressed as a cutiefly
  • oc time! Macho is a kraken, softspoken and laidback. aspiring film maker, poly bisexual, senior at wwhs
  • danny is an oc i adopted from @sassking-trevor​; hes a demon gym bunny along with his twin brother, dylan (a thunder god)
  • imagine if you will; a young, three-eyed angel father, calmly assembling a rifle in his room, is suddenly interrupted by his young valkyrie daughter, who just made the startling realization that the rosebud her father gave her for her xth birthday and told her to take good care of, is in fact, a bunny rosebud. Tommy/daughter belongs to @prismaticreverie
  • i hope spectra stays sharp looking and is made creepier as the original ghost she should embody that idea more imo
  • also i got moanica today and i love her 10/10 would recommend
  • i joked w/ @miwadake that the store exclusive for epic winter would be holly with her hair braided around her like a sweater
  • hi @dyemelikeasunset im drawing ari hauntington in an ariana grande look just because
Confessions

SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge Week 7
Tags: @one-shots-supernatural
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words: 2,973 (my longest one; 5 ½ pages typed)
Warnings: language maybe, some fluff, make out session (I think)
Prompt: “Oh my god, you’re in love!”
A/N: Starts off in Jensen’s POV. Italics mean flashback, thoughts or emphasized words. Bold Italics mean flashback thoughts or prompt. Credit goes to the writers for the lines I used from the episode “O Brother Where Art Thou”.

I sat down, running a hand through my hair. We had finally finished filming the ninth episode for this season, which is going to be the mid-season finale.  After hours of working on getting it right, we finally gave them what they wanted. I still can’t get the scene out of my head, though.

*Flashback*
“Action!” Bob called after directing us on what we should do for this scene. I was already in character before he even told us to begin. Y/N was standing in front of me in character as well. “What is it exactly that you want?” I asked, my voice representing Dean and not me. “When you make the world of bliss and peace, what’s in it for you?” “What I deserve,” Y/N replied, her voice representing Amara and not her. “Which is?” I questioned. “Everything,” she said, simply.

“Everything?”
“I was the beginning and I will be the end. I will be all that there is.”

“So, you’re it,” I began, turning away from her like the stage directions had said. “That would make you God.” “No, God was the Light. I’m the Dark,” she clarified. I’m surprised I haven’t messed up, I thought as I reached into the jacket I was wearing as part of the costume. I pulled out the silver blade Dean uses, holding onto it. “Then what?” I asked, still acting like Dean. “That’s all you need to know for now,” she replied, still in character. I gripped the handle of the blade and quickly turned to plunge the blade into her, but stopped a few inches from her abdomen.

“Cut! Remove the prop!” I heard Bob call, but didn’t look away from Y/N, knowing I’d have to stay in my current position. The prop person grabbed the prop from me as Bob called, “Action!” as soon as she had walked off camera. I looked at Y/N with a stunned expression as she looked up at me through her lashes like she was told. “You had to know that was pointless,” she said, lifting her head to look me in the eyes. “I know that you’re a warrior and your instinct is to resist. But I can’t be resisted.”

I could feel my heart beating wildly in my chest at the thought of what was to happen very shortly. She walked closer to me and took my face in her hands. Her mouth opens slightly as if Amara was about to take Dean’s soul. My lips parted subconsciously, but I saw the expression on her face as if Amara had changed her mind about taking Dean’s soul. She leans in closer to me and by the time she closed the space between us and our lips connected, my heart stopped. I wasn’t supposed to kiss back right away, but I’m actually surprised I listened this time. All the other times I had a kissing scene, I responded too quickly and we had to redo it.

Without even thinking twice, I kissed her back and fought the urge to pull her closer to me. I’m guessing she sensed it because she deepened the kiss while slightly pulling me closer. I didn’t even hear Bob yell, “Cut!” until she pulled away.
*End of Flashback*

After the scene was done and perfected to how Bob wanted it, Y/N had run off before I could even say anything to her. She was red in the face when she left and I haven’t seen her the rest of the day. Did she run off because of the kiss? No, she couldn’t have. She probably had somewhere to be. But…what if she did run off because of the kiss? I mean, it’s the only kissing scene the two of us have to do. Who knows why she ran off.

Reader’s POV
You rushed out of the costume trailer and found Ruth waiting for you. Ever since you’ve been put on the show, you and her have become great friends. Besides, you’d rather be friends with her now so you two have that chemistry when you work together later on. Even though you don’t have the script for that episode yet, the writers suggested the two of you get to know each other beforehand so you know if the both of you have any problems or not.

“We’re still going out for lunch, yes?” you questioned, running a hand through your (y/h/c) hair. She nodded, gesturing towards the exit of the studio area. “Lead the way,” she said with her thick Scottish accent. You chuckled, walking ahead of her so she could follow you to your car.


You and Ruth sat down in a booth away from the windows, knowing fans would probably spot you. You loved the fans, but some of them were not as great as you thought. To be honest, you had gotten some social media hate from the “Destiel” shippers. You ignore it, however, because you know that it will most likely pass once this season is over. Also, you’ll be working on a movie after this is all over and you don’t have to worry about what people are going to say about you.

You and Ruth ordered drinks and food, patiently waiting for your orders to arrive. “So I heard you were working with Jensen today. How was that?” Ruth questioned, a small smile appearing on her face. You let out a sigh. “Nerve racking, to be honest. I mean, it was my first kissing scene, so of course I was nervous. Other than that, he’s a great actor,” you replied, shrugging as you took a sip of your lemonade.

“I meant the kissing scene, darling,” she said. You put the glass down, letting out another sigh. “I…um…there’s nothing to say about it, really,” you told her. “Did he kiss you back?” she asked. You rolled your eyes. “He had to, Ruth,” you said like it was obvious. “Besides, it ended pretty quickly since Bob called ‘Cut!’ before we could continue with the scene. We had to redo the kiss like twice and then he told Jensen to push me away quicker so we could finish filming.”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down at your lap. “Darling, just tell the lad,” she said. You looked up her, knowing automatically what she was telling you to do. You shook your head. “No, I…I can’t do that,” you told her. “And why’s that? Tell him how you feel. Maybe he’ll feel the same,” she said. You were about to tell her the reason why you couldn’t tell him, but the waiter had come back to your table with your meals.

Jensen’s POV
“Jensen, what the hell, man? We were supposed to go to lunch. Where were you?” Jared asked as he walked into my trailer. “Sorry, man. Had to clear my head,” I replied. I was on the roof of my trailer, doing some Tai Chi to help me relax and hopefully clear my mind. I had just gotten done changing back into my normal work clothes when Jared knocked on the door.

“It has to do with your scene with Y/N today, doesn’t it?” he asked with a smirk. I scoffed, walking towards the kitchen area in my trailer. “No, it doesn’t,” I replied, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle. “Yes it does. You’ve been working on it with her the past week and you never do that with any woman you’ve had a scene with,” he informed me. I shook my head, turning around and leaning against the counter. “I’m surprised you even paid attention to that,” I said with a chuckle before opening the water bottle and taking a sip.

“Seriously, Jay. You were always asking her to work on your scenes together,” he said. I shrugged, putting the bottle down. “I just wanted to work on our scenes together so I can understand how she acts things out without having the directors and writers breathing down her neck. Is it a crime if I give her some pointers and maybe a little bit of direction?” I said. “No, but-” he started, but I cut him off. “Then don’t worry about it,” I told him. “I’ve also noticed the lingering touches whenever you two are together along with the look in your eyes when you talk about her and…” he trailed off, a look of realization on his face. “Oh my God.” “What?” I questioned, slightly irritated that he brought this up. I took another sip of water. “Oh my God, you’re in love!” he shouted, a small smile appearing on his face.

I coughed, setting down my bottle of water as I started to cough even more. “What?” I choked out, trying to get my breathing under control. “You heard me, Jensen,” he said, not repeating himself. After my coughing fit, I shook my head. “No,” I said. “No, I’m…I’m not…with her?” I stuttered out. “Yes you are. Don’t deny it. What expression did I have when I fell for Gen?” he questioned. “Like the happiest puppy in the world,” I responded. He hit my shoulder. “Jay, I’m serious,” he said. “And I’m not?” I questioned. He gave me the ‘Sam bitch face’, causing me to sigh. “Fine. You looked like you met your soulmate. You had this look of adoration on your face as if Gen was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world,” I told him. “And that’s what you look like whenever you talk about Y/N or work with her,” he said. “I saw it when you two first started working together.”

I shook my head. “No. No, Jared, I…” I started, but he cut me off. “Just admit it, Jensen. Admit that your palms get clammy and your heart starts beating out of your chest whenever you’re around her. I couldn’t admit it when I first met Gen and look where we are now,” he explained. “So you’re saying that if I admit my feelings, we’ll end up married?” I asked, making sure I heard him right. He shrugged. “I mean, you never know. But I think it’s possible that could happen to the two of you. Besides, you’re almost 40, Jay. You’re not getting any younger,” he replied.

I shoved him. “Thanks for calling me old,” I spat. “Anytime,” he said. I rolled my eyes. “But on a serious note, I think it’d be best if you tell her. Better yet, ask her out. Show her you’re interested. Do it before this season’s over or you’ll never get the chance,” he added. I bit my lip, thinking it through. Am I in love with her?

Reader’s POV
You and Ruth split up when you got back to the studio, her going to her trailer while you headed to Jensen’s. After your talk with Ruth during lunch, she suggested you talk to Jensen about what happened earlier. She thought it would be best if you explained to him why you rushed off when Bob let the two of you go after filming the scene. You told her that you would do that, but not mention the other thing because if he had any interest in you, he would have made a move by now.

You took a deep breath before knocking on his trailer door. You heard some shuffling around before the door opened. Jared stood in the doorway, smiling when he saw you. “Hey, Y/N,” he greeted. “Jensen’s inside.” You nodded, smiling back as he walked past you and down the stairs. You let out a soft sigh before making your way into his trailer. He was leaning against the counter in just a black T-shirt and blue jeans. Your palms started to grow sweaty just looking at him.

A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at you. “Hi,” he greeted. “Hey,” you said, walking further into his trailer. There was silence between the two of you, making it seem hotter in the room than it really was. “So,” he said, pushing himself away from the counter. “I was, um, wondering…uh…” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. Aw, he’s shy, you thought. Wait, why is he acting this way? “I’m guessing you want to know why I ran off earlier,” you told him, hoping your nerves weren’t noticeable in your voice. He nodded. “Yeah,” he agreed.

You let out another sigh. “Well, Ruth and I made plans for lunch, but by the time we were done, it was an hour after we had planned to meet. Also, I was getting kind of hot in that dress,” you told him. “Yeah, I understand. I was getting kind of hot in the suit since this scene was the longest amount of time that I had to wear it,” he said. You nodded, looking down at your feet. You could feel the nerves making it hard to keep your eyes on him and his fitted shirt wasn’t helping either. You glanced at him and saw that he was moving towards you with his hands shoved into his pockets and his steps being slower as he stood in front of you. You looked up at him, trying to focus on anything but his green eyes that always seemed to make your nerves worsen.

“Is there something else you wanted to tell me?” he asked. Your heart had skipped a beat when you looked into his eyes, unable to help yourself any longer. What’s happening to me? This has never happened when we first met, so why is this happening now? You thought. “Uh…I, um, I don’t th-think so,” you stuttered, cursing yourself for doing so. “D-do you have anything to say to me?” you questioned, getting your stuttering under control. “Um, actually, yeah. I was gonna, uh, ask you something, but I…I, um, I…I can’t seem to figure out what I want to say,” he replied.

You moved around him and sat on the couch, trying to control your nerves. “Then act it out,” you told him. He turned around to face you, an expression that you couldn’t quite figure out. It was like a mixture between confusion and astonishment. “What?” he asked. “If you can’t find the words, then act out what you’re trying to say. Like charades, except it’s just me and I’m guessing in my head,” you told him. He nodded, biting his lip as if he was thinking of what to do. You could see it in his face when an idea came to mind.

He walked over to you, sitting down beside you on the couch. You turned to face him, but as soon as you did, he lifted your legs and pulled you onto his lap. Your (y/e/c) eyes widened in shock, your heart beating even faster now. “J-Jensen, what…what are you doing?” you stuttered, looking at him. “I’m acting it out,” he muttered and before you knew it, his lips were on yours and his hand was cupping your cheek. You didn’t kiss back automatically, still surprised at the action.

You could feel him pull away from you, so you kissed back, one of your hands resting on his chest. He deepened the kiss, pulling you closer to him as he began to push you back onto the couch. You pulled away, looking into his eyes as he laid you down on your back and hovered over you. His hand cupped your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you once more. Your hands subconsciously slid up his chest and around his neck, your fingers running through the short strands of his dirty blonde/light brown hair. You gently pulled at the strand, a small groan escaping his lips as you did so. You could feel him slightly bite your bottom lip, but smirked instead of giving him what he wanted. He smirked back against your lips and pulled one of your legs up around his waist, pulling your lower bodies even closer.

You gasped slightly at the gesture, which gave him the opportunity to French kiss you. You returned it, the kiss deepening and the want for him increasing. You knew what would happen if you kept this up, so you pulled away, taking in the air you didn’t realize you weren’t breathing. He noticed this and sat up, pulling you with him. He leaned back onto the other end of the couch and pulled you in between his legs, letting you rest your back against him and your head in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you securely as he planted a kiss upon your forehead.

“I, um, I don’t really understand what you’re trying to say,” you said, breaking the silence. “I mean, usually I can figure it out, but with you, that’s kinda impossible.” He let out a chuckle and you could feel it against your back. “I’m saying that I…um…I like you…and I want to take you out sometime,” he said, his shyness coming back. You pushed yourself off of him, turning to face him. “You…you like me?” you questioned, unsure if you heard him correctly. He nodded, placing a hand on your cheek. “I do. And, um, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take you to dinner sometime this week,” he replied. “Unless…you don’t feel the same.”

You smiled at him, brushing your hand along the scruff on his face. “I wouldn’t have kissed back if I didn’t feel the same,” you said. He smiled back, leaning up to kiss you softly. He pulled away, taking one of your hands in his and intertwining your fingers with his. “So…can we go out tonight or are you busy?” he asked. You chuckled softly. “So eager, aren’t you, Ackles?” you teased. “Shut up,” he chuckled before pulling you down for another kiss.

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GET TO KNOW ME: : 1/5 Favorite Movies 

Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) -“And there are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday, and our pictures will become old photographs.. and we’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories- this is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her, and she is so beautiful. I can see it, this one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive.

anonymous asked:

Do u think there will be a love triangle in the next episodes,I've read about the films that influenced rian, I can't remember which one tho! and god I'm scared because the fandom is ugly as it is it will literally explode.

The ‘love triangle’ in Letter Never Sent isn’t really a love triangle, for reasons I make clear in my essay on the film. I’m almost certain they wouldn’t go for a straight-up love triangle in VIII, though I do think it’s possible that we will see Rey pulled between the light and the dark by men emblematic of each side (with Luke representing the light, and Kylo representing the dark). 

If there is any sort of triangle, it is likely to be about a moral struggle rather than a romantic one (though romance could play into it, I don’t see it being the case that Rey has to choose between two suitors vying for her hand, which isn’t what LNS is about in any event).

When I can’t sleep, in the middle of the night, that is when scenarios like this tend to play around in my head.

Like Jim is hurt, really hurt, and some evil force is trying to take over the Enterprise, and Leonard and Jim are separated from the rest of the crew, and Leonard has a phaser in one hand and Jim held against him with the other, and his love, his captain, is bleeding, but he can’t stop, he can’t stop moving and firing and running because they are both dead if he does. Jim is half conscious against his shoulder, muttering fevered words into the Leonard’s skin, breath hot with sickness and fear, trying desperately to fire off the phaser in his own sweaty palms when he thinks he can see straight.

Then they are trapped, and the doors just won’t open and then Leonard is down, falling to the ground when shots graze the side of his thigh, and he just clutches at Jim, wrapping him tightly in his arms and pressing his face into the crook of his neck. And Jim just sobs and fades out because he can’t hold on, they are so close to death and he just wants to  follow the oblivion, that he can’t escape, in Leonard’s arms. And Leonard holds him impossibly tight, his bright beautiful boy, his star, his center of gravity, he is burning out and it’s all his fault. He buries his vision in soft blond hair, and his eyes burn and the blood pounds in his ears and he can’t stop shouting that he’s so sorry so sorry so sorry, because he failed, just like he’s failed everyone else that he loves.

And he feels his clothes start to tear and his skin start to burn and this was it, this was it, and then-

Nothing,

Leonard opened his eyes, and though the rushing through his ears was quietening, he could see, oh lord, he could see.

There were the bodies of the hostiles, and through the smoke and dim light he could see glorious shapes of familiar red and blue. Then static burst through his brain, and his head was being pulled up and hands were trying to pull Jim from him. No no no no no,  no one could take him, no!

And then it was Spock who broke through the chaos, and pushed aside the medic and took Leonard’s face in his hands and pressed cold fingertips to his meld points and he was then at peace.

—–

Spock had been seated between their beds for days, watching the rise and fall of their breath and the rhythmic beats of their hearts on the monitors, in complete sync.

Their ship was docked in the middle of empty space while repairs are being made. The engineers had been busy repairing the disabled engines, and the wounded are few, so that the medical bay was no where near overloaded, even with their chief officer wrapped in bandages and in a Vulcan induced sleep.

His injuries were healing, there was no lasting damage, but still Spock persisted, and watched with lips pressed against steeped fingers, watched the man that seemed to be held together with earth and yearning and love.

Spock sighed, and stood up from his chair, returning to Leonard’s bed side before pressing his finger tips to the human’s meld points once again.

The effect was instantaneous. Leonard sucked in a lung full of air before his mind went into a panic.  He shot up into sitting, pulling wires and bed clothes with him, and tried to escape the bed, his raw throat screaming for help before Spock took his shoulders in a firm grip and pressed him back down.

“You are safe. Calm yourself.”

‘Jim! Jim. He’s gone he’s gone I’m sorry I’m so sorry I-“

"Doctor. The captain is here. He is alive. He is alive because you.”

“What-’

"He is here next to you.”

Leonard turned, and took the railing at the side of his bed between both shaking hands, leaning as far as he can go before Spock pressed his shoulders to keep him stable. Broken sobs escaped his throat and he lets his weight fall against his fellow officer and friend, pressing a rough and calloused hand to his mouth, trying in vain to stifle his emotions.

Jim seemed to be dwarfed by the crisp white sheets and light blue hospital grade blankets, his hair a golden mess amidst the cotton bandages wrapped around his forehead and curled down over one eye. His bruises and cuts were gone, using a dermal re generator, just like magic. His cheeks were flushed with sleep, and he is rested on his side, fingers curled into his pillow. Leonard never would have known that a hair on Jim’s head had been touched, if not for the phantom feeling on his body, a dead weight in his arms.

“The captain… Jim, is fine. His wounds have been repaired and his fever is gone. The sickness that the hostiles forced into his body is also been purged, and the injury to his facial region is almost ready be unwrapped. However, the Captain likes the eye patch, thinks it makes him look more… Dashing.”

Leonard half sobbed, half snorted with laughter, and clutched at Spock’s shoulders, letting himself shake with pent up emotion, before dropping his head to rest against his friend’s chest. Out of the corner of his eye, the Vulcan watched his Captain stir.

“Doctor McCoy, I will leave you to rest. Please forgive my abrupt departure but there are matters concerning the repairs on the ship that I must attend to.”

He carefully let Leonard rest back against the pillows before moving the chair out from between their bio beds. Spock went for the door, but turned around, and with a gentle nudge, re positioned Leonard’s bed right up against Jim’s.

“I believe that physical contact is a great aid in emotional recovery. Good day.”

And he promptly shut the curtains, and Leonard found himself in his own little closed off world. A world of cotton sheets and steel bed frames and the quiet beeping of nearby monitors, a world that he had rarely ever seen from this side.

Leonard gingerly rolled over onto his side, digging the heel of his palm into his eyes to wipe away the stubborn tears that clung to his lashes. Ignoring the pain in his injuries, he pressed himself hard against bars that separated his bed from Jim’s, although he didn’t have to stretch at all to brush his fingers against soft unharmed skin.

The doctor pressed one rough and calloused hand against his captain’s cheek, taking his time, pretending he could feel the very rush of blood beneath his skin. Running his thumb against the thin, delicate skin beneath Jim’s eye, then sliding his palm down to rest against his strong jaw, tracing the pad of his thumb across Jim’s full bottom lip. They parted from his touch, and wet breath hit his parched skin.

“-ones…?”

Leonard’s chest tightened, and he threaded his other arm through the wide gaps in the metal, fingers threading through Jim’s own. He felt gloriously warm. No trace of the ice like fever that had swept through him.

“Oh darlin, it’s me.” He carefully brought Jim’s hand back through to his side of the bars, pressing his own lips to the blond’s knuckles. “I’m here darlin, I’m here. I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” Leonard watched as Jim’s uncovered eye slid open, the blue being absolutely breathtaking. Like the rain clouds parting to show the clear sky.

“I got you hurt, Jimmy.”

“No you didn’t.” Jim slowly shook his head, and tightened his grip on Leonard’s fingers as much as his strength would allow him. “You weren’t the one who injected me… with some weird space virus so you could take down the captain and…. take over the ship.”

Leonard’s throat burned and his eyes stung, and he brought his other hand back to hold Jim’s tight, clasping Jim’s hand between both his own and pressing his quivering lips to Jim’s skin.

“I should have tried harder.”

“Oh no Bones, bones please.” Jim swallowed thickly, his heart aching. “Leonard. Please.”

Leonard was finally able to look up at Jim, even though he felt like he didn’t deserve the brightness that shined like the sun. He looked up through his lashes, and let all the pain and frustration and the feeling of utter failure cross over his features. He looked up, and prepared himself to be pushed away, prepared himself to be let go, because if he couldn’t protect the one he love.

And he wasn’t worthy.

“I’m here now, aren’t I? And it’s because of you.”

“You’re laying hurt with me in sickbay because I couldn’t prot-”

“Bones NO.” Jim spoke as loudly as he could, before his voice broke and he shook with a few weak coughs. “No… I’m here now… Alive, because of you.” He pressed his hand as best as he could to Leonard’s chin, trying his best to raise his head so that he could lock eyes, so he could meet his gaze. “You protected me, and I wouldn’t be here without you. And you would tell me exactly the same thing if you were on this side of the bed, because it’s true.” He stroked his thumb against Leonard’s bottom lip, as good as a kiss as he could do. “I know you don’t believe it… because I wouldn’t believe it if I was you, right now, but it’s true… I promise, Bones.”

Leonard tried so hard to stop his lips from trembling, and he kept his gaze strong, locked on Jim’s so very blue eyes. “I want to much to be able to kiss you now, darlin.”

Jim sighed, his eyes slowly slipping down to half mast. His lips curled into a smile, private and true, and his face shone like starlight. “I’m sorry that we haven’t before. And now it hurts to think that we haven’t.”

The first real smile washed over Leonard’s face like a wave, and he reached through the bars once again, to rest his palm against Jim’s warm cheek, his finger tips gently brushing against the bandages wrapped around his love’s head.

“Well, I guess a little suffering is good for the soul.”

Jim just smiled brighter. “Just a little. I’d much prefer love if you ask me.”

And that made Leonard smile more.

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My manager called and screamed at me for not having gotten back to the producers about the new script he sent so I was like “Oh my god! I guess I totally forgot to email you guys. I read it, it needs work but I’m sure we can make a great film out of this. Set up a meeting with them and we can talk more. I’d love to be involved”. I haven’t even opened the script so I have no idea what I just got myself into but it’s Friday and I figured it would be interesting to jump into an unknown adventure. 

I just watched Two of Us for the first time and i’m emotional and cried twice during the film. I freaking loved it. It’s was great and I thought it was really believable and realistic and the acting was really well done. It’s just… my poor babies. I don’t want to see them hurting, especially not each other. I loved the happy bits, too, though. I loved the scene where they just played on the piano together. God… I’m so emotional right now… I don’t even know what to say. Why did it take me 4 years to watch the entire movie?! 

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”I think the point is to make us despair. To see ourselves as… animal and ugly. To make us reject the possibility that God could love us.”

The Exorcist (1973) Directed by William Friedkin

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@granoloid replied to your text post: “I am hurting”

UGH. me too my friend, me too. Genos has such a long way to goooo but hey it’s gonna be o k because he’s fallen in love with a strange man who lives alone in the woods and talks to animals. they don’t talk back, but he talks to them anyway. that never leads to anything bad.

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anonymous asked:

i want to start watching foreign films but i am a complete amateur haha, what are some good films to start off with? thanks!

Oh god…Christiane f. …Three colors blue, red, white…..oldboy..battle royale (obv)….the edge of heaven…wings of desire (rlly struck a cord w me because my grandpa died the week b4 I watched it)…blue is the warmest color…I love jeune et Jolie but honestly 90% because marine vacth is such a beauty….Biutiful…honestly just watch SOME tarkovsky so you can say u did, even if it seems weird as hell….all of the Swedish girl w the dragon tattoo films, noomi rapace is a goddess…goodnight mommy is terrifying…let the right one in….good bye Lenin! is really cute n kinda serious but funny and whatshisname is in it he’s good….Onibaba…that’s all I can think of RN I honestly haven’t seen that much foreign cinema I need to get on that!!! OH WAIT. Dogtooth lol easily the strangest film I’ve ever seen but worth the watch. Also Pan’s Labyrinth but that’s so mainstreeeeaaaam oh and Y Tu Mamá También (on Netflix :)