Apparently I had been pretty distracted by the concert last night, because I didn’t realize how much Joe had been snapchatting.
But now, as I watched his story back, I saw just how often he had captured either moments of me singing along to the music, or the two of us.
I smiled as I went through the story, the memories of the night prior still fresh in my mind.
It had been nice going out with him, and not worrying about being caught. We were still keeping our relationship private, and so we didn’t get to go out often together as a couple. But last night, in the darkness of the concert, and in the mix of the crowd, it hadn’t mattered.
The last snap comes up on the story, and I stared at it in surprise.
I remembered the moment, the kiss was unexpected and pleasant, but I did not remember Joe capturing it.
And as the story came to an end, I realized that Joe had posted that on his story. Which meant that everyone and anyone could see it.
Switching over to Twitter quickly, it only takes me moments to find the various tweets sent out about us.
And I’m pleasantly surprised.
Because no one knows about Joe and I, and we had both done a good job at keeping me out of the public eye as well, but everyone so far seemed to enjoy us together.
I smiled as I read the comments complimenting me on how cute I was, and how happy Joe looked. I scrolled a little while longer, laughing as people tried to figure out who I was, but none of them were successful. So far.
“Y/N?” I heard my boyfriend’s voice call up to me, and I toss the phone onto the bed beside me as he appears at the door, smiling softly at me. “Hello, gorgeous.”
“So I may have messed up.”
“By outing us on snapchat?” I ask as he sits on the bed beside me, moving an arm around me. “I already know. You did post it on your story.”
“I meant to just save it, not post it.” Joe admitted sheepishly, pulling my legs onto his lap.
“Well, it’s out there now.”
“It’s fine.” I shrug, leaning against him, “Besides, no one’s actually figured out who I am yet.”
“I noticed that,” He laughs. “Although they already have strong opinions on us.”
“They’re happy you’re happy.”
“And because you’re cute.”
“I am pretty cute, aren’t I?” I tilt my head back, grinning up at him.
“And modest too,” Joe scoffs. “But yes, you are pretty cute.”
“Goes well with your handsomeness.”
“Oh look at that, together we make a fairly attractive couple!”
“Fairly?” I wrinkle my nose, “I think we make a very attractive couple.”
“Alright. You win.” He laughs, kissing my temple softly.
“And Joe?” I question as I settle back against him.
“Next time, check what you’re posting on snapchat before you do it.”
Sometimes Lukas will get like this. He’ll kiss Philip slow
and sweet and then break it off and place quick little kisses on his cheeks and
jawbone and nose and grin when Philip giggles. He’ll curl his fingers under
Philip’s chin, tilt his head up and press soft kisses right on the apple of his
cheek and the corner of his mouth and on his cupid’s bow. He can’t stop.
In these moments all he can think about is leaving trails on Philip’s skin with
his lips. Hearing Philips breathy, contented sighs as Lukas’ fingers press harder
on his face, grounding him. He’ll tease Philip like this for hours, just sweet
kisses and smiles and peacefulness, needing to taste him like he’s air, like
Lukas could keep running his lips across Philip’s cheek and never get enough of
his soft skin, his tiny little whine that means he likes it. The points where
they are connected feel electric and he loves him, he loves him.
I still lay awake at night thinking about how Bodhi doesn't get enough recognition
He was so pure, and good. And he didn’t need to be, he could of given the message to Saw’s henchmen and run off. But he hand delivered it, was tortured, watched his home be destroyed by the weapon he swore to protect, and he got himself up and fought back. He thought of every one but his self and even in his last moment he was selfless.
I’m just posting a bunch of useless crap today sorry, but I have to tell you guys about this moment I had in the cinema last night. Now, it’s to do with the trailer I saw for the new Transformers movie, The Last Knight.
Okay, okay, I know the movies are trash, but I still love them. Shh.
So I have always, always loved Transformers. Like always. My brother introduced me to them when I was a little girl and I fucking loved these giant space robots. I watched the trailer last night in the cinema where it featured a young girl being cheesily badass. Like, ngl, it was a fucking cheesy trailer and loads of people would have cringed.
But you know who didn’t cringe? My fucking pre-teen self. My young teen self. I would have been so fucking HYPE after seeing that trailer. I would have wanted to be that girl so fucking bad like, hanging out with giant robo dinos, looking after cute robo dinos and standing up to the bad guys no matter how big or scary they are to defend what’s important to me. I watched that trailer and I internally freaked the fuck out; at least part of me did.
My past self would have been so fucking excited and you know what? I’m sure there are loads of girls out there right now who would have felt the same kind of feelings.
I have no doubt loads of people would kick and scream and make fun of that trailer that I saw, but if we had a fucking tiny white boy Anakin be fucking amazing at shit he shouldn’t be in SW, being the hero in cheesy ways then we can have this little girl kicking Decepticreep ass and defending the Autobots and the city or whatever the fuck.
REQUEST;Hi is there any way you could write a cisco ramon imagine where he is always missing or being late to date with the reader and finally the reader sets one last date and says if he’s late their done and cisco forgets
PAIRING; cisco ramon x reader
WARNINGS; not much, just swearing
“This is the last time, Ramon,” you snapped at the man in front of you. “You only get this last chance. If you’re late, by even a minute, that’s it.”
Cisco’s face falls and he nods, rubbing his hands together slightly. “Okay,” he says. “I’ll be there, I promise.”
You nod slightly and watch him for a moment, and he does the same. You finally break his stare and walk out of the Cortex, your hands pushing into your pockets as you walk out into the cold night.
This was the fourth form you and Cisco had tried to go out, mostly just for coffee, but as more than just friends. He had ditched you every time, and this was the last chance you were giving him.
You were sick of feeling like you weren’t good enough, or that he just wasn’t interested in you anymore. You had tried so many times but it just never happened.
So going a few more days, it was now date night. You sat at Jitters with your H/C hair down and a white/cream beanie on your head. Your coat was still buttoned and zipped up, because it was freezing and you hadn’t drank your coffee yet.
Your eyes stared out of the windows, willing Cisco to appear.
A minute went by. He was going to be late in thirty if he didn’t make it.
Three minutes. You were sighing and figured you were overreacting.
It was now ten minutes until Cisco would be late. You had since then taken your coat and hat off, running your hands through your hair, braiding small strands, doing anything to occupy yourself.
Five minutes now. You checked your phone; nothing from Cisco, but just Barry texting you, making sure you were fine.
Barry was your best friend for as long as you could remember, and he was your hero long before he was the Flash.
You quickly replied with a yeah, noting that you were probably overreacting.
He said the same, he said not to worry so you didn’t, but as time went by, you realized Cisco had been ten minutes late already. You gave him some slack but this was all.
You teared up a bit and sighed, finishing your coffee before walking out.
But the sad thing is, once you had gone, Cisco rushed in with his cheeks and nose red. His car broke down and there were no cabs so he ran all the way here, and he was still late.
Are you still watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine? Have you completed the first season? What have been your thoughts on it (regardless if you have completed it)?
I am! At the moment, it’s my wind-down-before-bed thing. I just watched another couple last night, in fact. I’m currently oonnn *checking* … I’m halfway through 2x10: “Sanctuary”.
So yes, I finished the first season. I’m really enjoying the show, but I find I’m definitely enjoying some aspects more than others.
LIKE OKAY SO I LOVE KIRA
I loooooooove Kira. If the episode is about her, I’m 10000x more interested. I’m so into her development, as a resistance fighter and now trying to transition into this new world. Her fierce love of her planet and people, and how that clashes sometimes with her morals, and how she has to struggle to make all these pieces fit AND SOMETIMES SHE JUST FUCKING CAN’T. UGH, she’s fascinating and complicated and wants so badly for the world to be black and white but she can’t stop seeing how it’s not.
I LOVE HER SO MUCH
She’s really the anchor holding me to the show in a personal way. In an overall sense, I’m really enjoying how it IS such a complicated situation. There aren’t clear answers to a lot of the problems that come up. Like I just watched one (I’m completely not paying attention to titles, I apologize) where a Cardassian war orphan had been adopted by Bajoran parents, and the boy’s natural father learned he was still alive and wanted him back, but the boy hated Cardassians (and himself) for the war atrocities and didn’t want to go, and the whole thing was really just political machinations for Gul Dukat anyway and like JESUS WEPT WHAT’S THE RIGHT THING TO DO I DON’T KNOW. And that’s more the norm for DS9, it seems. TOS tended to pretty damned clear cut in its ideas of right and wrong (and when it wasn’t, that was a huge moral quandary for Kirk to very visibly mull over). TNG would sometimes skirt the grey, but for the most part, there was a “right” path, and Picard would follow it.
Shit’s not that simple in DS9, where they’re sitting on the edge of this tumultuous border. It’s like a plate spinner trying to keep everything going with the whole thing threatening to tumble into chaos at any second. I really appreciate (now, not so much when I was younger) that more complex take on things. It definitely widens the Star Trek universe for the better.
Mostly, I just wish I liked the characters more. As we saw, I am all about Kira. I’m really enjoying Odo as well, particularly now the series doesn’t feel like it’s trying so hard to push him at me, something I was struggling with in the first several episodes. I just the other night watched the one that’s the “Who shot Quark for the list of names?” episode that’s peppered with flashbacks mostly between Kira and Odo, and LOVED it. When it ends with her asking if he can still trust her, and just silence from him and cut to black and HRRN SO GOOD.
Most of the other characters though just aren’t clicking with me. I really, really want to like Sisko, but the actor’s portrayal is still coming off so wooden and awkward to me. And it only gets worse when he’s having a moment where he’s supposed to be happy and relaxed for a change. I’m still holding out hope that he’ll connect better for me, because I love the character on paper.
I WANT TO LOVE DAX. I keep trying, but again, there’s something in the performance that keeps getting in the way. Particularly her relationship with Sisko, I WANT TO BE ALL ABOUT THAT, but the lack of any real chemistry between them pulls me out of every single moment. Her scenes with Kira also come across far too stilted for me to really sink in and enjoy them, but they DO at least have good chemistry, so there’s something there that gives me hope.
Maybe it’s directors or something. I WANT THIS TO WORK BETTER
Quark and Odo’s relationship is very up my alley, but it’s a little heavy-handed sometimes, so I’m not as into it I might be otherwise. I’m also not sure what I want them to DO with Quark, but I hope they do it, because again, I’m having trouble really getting into him as much as I feel I could. Maybe it’s an overabundance of attention right now. Kind of like Data for me in TNG, where I like the character but could do with about 50% less of him constantly.
I REALLY DON’T LIKE ROM AND THAT PROBABLY DOESN’T HELP EITHER
I’m so painfully meh on O’Brien. You could remove him from the show entirely and I’m not sure I’d even notice. I’D LOVE MORE KEIKO THOUGH
And Bashir continues to aggravate the ever loving piss out of me, making me bitter he ruined my Trek Doctor streak.
But it’s a testament to the show that I’m enjoying it so much when I AM struggling so hard with most of the characters.
“Everybody loves the things you do From the way you talk To the way you move
Everybody here is watching you Cause you feel like home You’re like a dream come true
But if by chance you’re here alone Can I have a moment? Before I go…
Cause I’ve been by myself all night long Hoping you’re someone, I used to know
Chorus: You look like a movie You sound like a song My god! this reminds me! Of when we were young
Let me photograph you in this light In case it is the last time That we might be exactly like we were Before you realized
We were sad of getting old, it made us restless It was just like a movie It was just like a song
I was so scared to face my fears Cause nobody told me That you’d be here
And I swear you’d moved overseas That’s what you said When you left me
Chorus: You still look like a movie You still sound like a song My god this reminds me Of when we were young Let me photograph you in this light In case it is the last time That we might be exactly like we were Before you realized
We were sad of getting old, it made us restless It was just like a movie It was just like a song
When we were young When we were young When we were young When we were young
It’s hard to win me that Everything just takes me back To when ,you were there To when you were there
And a part of me keeps holding on Just in case it hasn’t gone I guess, I still care Do you still care?
It was just like a movie It was just like a song My god! this reminds me! Of when we were young
When we were young When we were young When we were young When we were young
Let me photograph you in this light In case it is the last time That we might be exactly like we were Before you realized We were sad of getting old, it made us restless Oh I’m so mad at getting old! It makes me reckless!
It was just like a movie It was just like a song When we were young
So we all know Bryan Fuller draws from various directors and films for inspiration for Hannibal and did some absolutely amazing homages throughout the show’s run. The cool thing about rewatching is that I pick up on more of these moments with every viewing. There’s no shortage of new things to notice.
Anyway, last night I was taking screenshots of some of my favorite frames of Apertivo (I belong to a film stills group where we just nerd out and share our favorite shots) so I was rewinding a lot. After watching the scene where Will, in his hospital room, imagines how things would have gone if Jack had come to dinner as planned and he had killed him with Hannibal, I’m like “OH SHIT, VERTIGO.” The score is that sweeping, disorienting, romantic, yet unnerving string arrangement so prominent in Hitchcock’s Vertigo, and it’s PERFECT for implying so many things about that scene. Will’s confusion about who he is and what was real and false in his seduction of Hannibal, the romantic feelings that he’s having trouble coming to terms with, the duality which of course Fuller also shows in a very direct way with the double images of Will’s head. And the color saturation gets very Vertigo at points too, especially with the reds.
Sorry if this is a super obvious observation. I know Fuller has mentioned using Hitchcockian suspense in the show. It just really excited me to hear that music and rewatch that scene a bunch of times through the lenses of thinking about Hitchcock and Vertigo. I then started thinking about the homoeroticism of Rope and wondering if rewatching that film would show all kinds of parallels between that movie and the Hannibal/Will relationship.
The Tinder app sat idly on your phone for months after you had set up your account. You had downloaded it in a moment of weakness after watching a particularly gushy episode of your favorite drama. During a late night moment of boredom, however, you find yourself staring at the icon on your home screen.
Gently tapping on the app, you’re brought to a picture of a shirtless guy on top of a mountain. An exasperated sigh leaves your lips, quickly swiping in decline of “Michael, 26.” The next person was just as uninteresting and desperate as the last, using an image of their face- nearly cropped out of the photo, mind you -and their dog to attract others.
After a few minutes of swiping, you almost give up completely. You stop, though, on a man you found to be quite attractive. His dyed blonde hair was styled into an upwards quiff and a snug black long sleeve shirt clung to defined chest. “Jackson, 23.” His opening statement was an eye catcher to you, reading, “Mirror, mirror please tell her. Scale, please tell her too, that she doesn’t need to change anything. That she’s pretty and perfect just as she is right now.”
You decide to accept him, seeing that he had already liked you as well. The traditional Tinder, “It’s a match!”, announcement showing up on your screen. You go to your messages, hovering over the letters as you consider messaging him first. This Jackson character had caught your eye, and your internal thoughts were battling as you weigh your options.
Before you could decide, however, a message appeared from his end.
“Jackson: Hey girl, are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see. ;^)”
A little laugh escapes your lips as you read the cheesiest pickup line ever over and over again.
“You: That was terrible. Besides, pickup lines only work when I’m drunk.”
“Jackson: I’ll have to take you out for drinks some time then so I can see which of my lines will work on you.”
One of my favorite moments from The Late Show With Stephen Colbert last year was a short film directed by Spike Jonze when Jonze was on the show to promote Viceland. It’s meloncholic, surreal, and just a strange way to open a late night show. Last week, in an interview on Face the Nation, John Dickerson asked Colbert about the film and his collaboration with Jonze. (I hope the Grover connection in the film that Dickerson notes is true.) You can watch the original short film below:
I’m a bit frustrated with tagging in AO3. I tried to do some searching, for fics in The Sentinel fandom, sorting by hits, kudos, and many of the results were where other fandoms wrote an AU fic! Jim and Blair aren’t in the fics at all! Is there a way to filter so there’s only Sentinel fics (aka no crossovers, other fandom’s AU)?
On another note, last night I watched Sweet Science. It was different to see Blair so angry and I LOVED the scene with Blair and Simon. Simon’s so gruff, and I loved the way he reassured Blair that his contributions are appreciated. He was just calm, it was a really touching moment between them :) I loved how Blair is so determined he’s not wrong, and believes the best in his friends. And at the end when the truck started up again, there’s some little spark that happened right? <3<3<3
Now I need fics where Jim and Blair are out in the wilderness, AND fics where there’s more magic/supernatural/shaman elements…. *goes digging in LJ*
I watched get out last night with my brother and there’s a scene where that white mom asked if Chris could hear the rain im his memories and in that moment it started raining so damn hard outside the theater you could hear it pounding against the roof while we watch the movie and my soul left my body stg…
Not really a preview, but a fun tiny detail in this chapter that I had thought about last night while falling asleep. Enjoy:
Stan didn’t really catch
this question at first, seeing as how he was in the midst of a friendly arm
wrestling match against Garnet. While the conman was clearly losing, Amethyst
still cheered him on from the sidelines as Pearl watched in muted amusement.
However, the moment Stan heard Soos mention the government, he froze, allowing
Garnet to easily slam his hand down into the table with a triumphant smirk.
[SUMMARY: Clarissa is tired of Negans on and off flirting and decides to play a drinking game with the Saviors while Negan watches jealously. What she doesn’t know is that Negans always liked her, he just never felt good enough for her.]
November 9th, 2016. I am 20 years old. I am an Asian-American, middle-class, college-educated female. And I just watched my country burn to the ground.
It’s strange to think that our daily lives didn’t stop for this. I still ate lunch, went to work, bought groceries. There is a quiet that wasn’t there before, and a sense that a storm is coming, but that’s it. We will only begin to feel the true detriments of this moment months, maybe years, from now. In less noticeable ways, at first: setbacks in education reform and environmental policies, a conservative Supreme Court, strained foreign relations. But the effects of last night will eventually manifest in higher-than-ever rates of hate crimes and overt discrimination, in increasing failures in our justice system, in a continuation of life below the poverty line, and in many ways we could never imagine.
But what’s most devastating about the results of this election is what it tells us about ourselves: it shows us just how many of the people around us have fallen for the shiny veneer this man coats his destruction in. It tells our children that they are living amongst strangers, neighbors, friends, and family members who believe that violence is tolerable, that hatred is the solution to our problems, and that fear is a necessary tool for a strong leader. We wake this morning, and every morning hereafter, with the knowledge that half our country stomped on our dreams for a better tomorrow and smiled as they did so.
And so the question now becomes “Where do we go from here?” How do we pick ourselves up from the ground we’ve been thrown upon and continue fighting? The fight will be harder now, I assure you—harder now than ever. But it doesn’t mean it isn’t worth fighting. We want equality, justice, peace. An old man sitting in a white house on a hill will never be enough to keep us from those things. But we must love, everywhere and everyday, to keep those things alive. Wish well those who would do you harm; show them there is power in kindness.
Don’t be discouraged. Know now that you matter, as you always did. Use your voice, and your mind. Everyday, you will be faced with new challenges, and everyday, you will be given the chance to make an impact. Take both in stride, take neither for granted.
Where do we go from here? Forward.
d.e.m. // “The Aftermath of a Nation Failed: A Millennial in Mourning”
*This is not meant to be an attack towards those who voted for Donald Trump, but a voicing of the sadness and hurt felt by myself and many people, today and for a long time to come.
I haven’t watched ATLA for a whole month and I made a huge mistake of deciding to dive into the beautiful soundtracks of both TLOK and ATLA while drawing last night. My heart broke (actually, it was beating so hard) and I shed a few tears during some of the most heartbreaking moments.. Instrumental music has never made me more emotional… I just miss these shows so much! I’m gonna try to begin rewatching ATLA again soon. *fingers crossed*
But the bright side was that I managed to locate another soundtrack I didn’t know existed - “Aang Faces Ozai”! I thought I’d already found every last one, but these always seem to keep surprising me.
How races are seen in homogeneous Caucasian countries
Before I start, I want to warn that I’m not claiming that this happens in all only-white countries, but it happens in where I live and in surrounding areas. I think it’s important for me to write this because a lot of people are not aware of this, especially people from the USA, so please do take your time and read it (it won’t be long anyway).
Last night my parents and I were watching the movie “Loving” that just came out recently. The moment the movie started I knew what kind of problem is going to arise, but the only thing my parents saw at first was a couple having a baby and getting married.
At about 15-20 minutes into the movie I asked them: “Do you know what this movie is about?” The answer I got was “No”. Now let me tell you that my parents aren’t ignorant and when the Loving couple got arrested in the movie, my parents weren’t (too) shocked either, but them being a interracial couple isn’t something they perceived problematic from the bat, despite the plot obviously being set in the 50s (they even commented on it).
They know that in the past the black race was enslaved, they know that bad things happened to everyone who wasn’t white. However as someone who did not have that in their own culture, they see all of that in a somewhat abstract way. It’s like a story you were told but don’t connect to. The race was never an issue where I live and even though we are an almost completely white country, the race does not pose any issue. My parents don’t care who I’m going to marry. The employers don’t care what race someone is when they’re hiring, as long as they have what’s needed. I used to be the same, I never understood why is race STILL a problem until I started talking to people from the USA, until I started spending a lot of time on the internet and tumblr. I now understand, but many people don’t, because race ISN’T a problem to us. It is honestly very insulting when people try to play the race card in my country. Your culture IS NOT our culture. Your race isn’t a problem unless you make it a problem (and by trying to play the race card you’re certainly making it a problem. If people are not being nice to you I assure you it’s not because of your race, but because of your attitude). I really hope that, when you travel to countries outside the US, you keep in mind that you’re visiting cultures completely different than yours and that you ought to be more careful with jumping to conclusions. I, of course, do the same when I travel. Nothing is to be taken for granted when you explore new worlds, please keep that in mind.