interesting installations

Concept: one of those pieces of serialised media where the protagonist has a new love interest in every installment, except the previous love interests continue to play prominent roles in subsequent installments rather than vanishing offscreen, so it eventually evolves into this big ensemble piece where the common thread among the major players is that they’ve all banged the nominal protagonist at some point.

(The reasons for their various offscreen breakups will periodically be alluded to, but never directly explained to the audience. “You know what you did!” becomes a combination series catchphrase and running gag.)


“ When something is important enough, you do it even if the odds are not in your favor.“

–Elon Musk

Part One // Part Two // Part Three //

modern bar au pt. 2

Here it is, the second installment of the modern bar AU, which I am tentatively titling The Windup. The first part began as a drabble for a prompt request thing that I did, and it can be read here. Thanks to everyone who read the first part and voiced their interest in a continuation; I hope you enjoy. 

It was another week and a half before Sebastian was actually able to talk to Ciel. The night the young man came in from the cold, face ruddy and fingers frozen, the three-man staff had suddenly found themselves swamped with work; a crowd of students celebrating someone’s 21st birthday with a pub crawl had stumbled their way over the threshold as soon as Ciel hung up Sebastian’s coat and finished washing his hands.

Bard was busy working the fryers in the back, cooking buffalo wings and loaded waffle fries and potato skins, and Sebastian was slammed with clambering kids at the bar, all pushing one another to order the most expensive or risque drinks. When he wasn’t helping Bard with the dishes, Ciel was scurrying back and forth from the kitchen to the tables, delivering plates of steaming, greasy food and refilling water glasses and iced teas for the ones that needed to take a small reprieve from drinking. One of the boys in the group ended up calling Ciel a faggot when he accidentally gave him a plate of nachos that the person across from him had ordered, and Ciel was sorely tempted to hit him upside the head with his serving tray. It took everything in him not to; he would never hear the end of it from his father. He brushed it off, shooting the frat boy a cold glance and a snarky comment in response, but it was plain to see the derogatory comment landed Ciel in a sour mood the rest of the night. He couldn’t even enjoy the large tip the rude boy’s girlfriend had insisted he leave as a means of recompense for his shitty attitude. It was uncomfortably quiet as the small staff cleaned up the bar after last call, and Sebastian did not think it was the best time to strike up a conversation.

The rest was just bad timing. When Sebastian was scheduled to work, Ciel had the night off. When it was Sebastian’s day off, Ciel had to work. If he had bothered to check, the debonair bartender would not have been so disheartened when he clocked in and found only Mey-Rin or Bard or someone else behind the counter the next few days. So he waited patiently and expectantly for Thursday to come around again, the day that his and Ciel’s name both appeared on the schedule.

He found himself checking his hair and his teeth in the rear-view mirror of his car before he clocked in on the prescribed date, and had to mentally chide himself for being so vain. To try and impress Ciel now was pointless. He had seen Sebastian in all manner of states before; clean-scrubbed and freshly dressed, creases sharp and hair styled, as well as disheveled, hungover, and craving the sweet release of death at three in the afternoon. It really wasn’t important how he dressed. When he turned the charm on, there wasn’t anybody Sebastian couldn’t snag. There was only an hour overlap between their shifts, with Ciel opening and Sebastian closing, but it was all the time he needed. He guided his hand through his hair once for good measure and headed towards the bar.

“Hey, Sebastian.” Bard grumbled a perfunctory greeting as Sebastian strolled through the back door, dumping an order of wings into the fryer and carefully dropping it into the crackling oil. Sebastian greeted him with a nod and went to hang his coat up on the hook, taking one deep inhale before sliding it off his shoulders; the lingering smell of Ciel’s cigarette smoke had faded quicker than he had liked.

“How’d your daughter’s birthday party go?”

“Great,” Bard said, suddenly breaking into a wide smile. His daughter, recently turned six, was the light of his life, and his favorite subject of conversation. It was so endearing to listen to him, and Sebastian was perfectly happy wasting the last few minutes before the start of his shift hearing about Bard’s techniques for wrangling small children hopped up on birthday party jitters and cookie cake. There was no reason to rush up front; Sebastian knew Ciel would still be there when he clocked in.

Except that he wasn’t. Instead of a pair of brooding azure eyes and pale lithe limbs, Sebastian was met with an uneven smile and a head of long, unnaturally red hair.

“Sebastian!” Grell sang a melodic, yet terribly off-key greeting. “Great, now that you’re here, I can leave.”

“Hold up,” Sebastian held up a hand, blocking Grell from escaping from behind the bar. “What are you doing here? Isn’t Ciel supposed to be working right now?”

“Yeah, supposed to be. But he’s not, so I have to cover for him. But since you’re here,” she chirped affectionately, “I can leave now.”

“Technically, that opening shift lasts another hour. And since when do you cover for people?” Sebastian asked indignantly. “If I had known that, I would’ve called you in last month when Bard was out of town and it felt like I had the fucking plague.” Grell’s nominal position as a manager had her in only a couple of times a week to collect the deposits, evaluate the stock, place orders for more alcohol and bar food, and make sure they were keeping up with their bills.

“I got a call from Vincent this morning,” the redhead explained, “asking me to cover his son’s shift! Can you believe that shit?”

“What?” Sebastian blanched. “Why?”

Grell waved a hand and shrugged, “I don’t know.” Gathering her purse from under the bar, the manager tried once again to sidle past Sebastian and head towards the exit. And once again, she found herself trapped by the bartender’s tall, agile frame.

“I find that hard to believe,” he said. “You’re the nosiest woman I know. Come on,” Sebastian coaxed, “sit for an hour, have a drink with me and let’s gossip. It’s been too long since you and I talked, hasn’t it?” He slyly reached out and grabbed the strap of Grell’s purse, sliding it seductively off her shoulder and setting it on the bar.

The excitable manager squealed, “Oh, alright. You know I can’t say no to you.”

It was a slow Thursday evening, and Sebastian gave Mey-Rin the nod that told her to hold down the bar while he talked with Grell. Mey-Rin, friendly as could be, nodded happily and pranced behind the counter, wiping down the polished surface with a fresh rag. Sebastian poured himself a drink, a diluted whiskey and Coke since he would have to return to work after this, and whipped up some strong fruity mixer for Grell to sip on. They settled in at the corner end of the bar, underneath a TV that was rolling a muted reel of highlights from earlier in the week, athletes running and jumping to the silent cheers from the crowds. Technically the bar didn’t allow smoking inside, but Grell lit up anyway, offering her pack to Sebastian in a polite but superficial gesture. He surprised her by taking one of the proffered American Spirits and lighting it with a Bic from his pocket.

“Since when did you start smoking again? Don’t tell me it’s ‘cause of that Ciel kid. Boy smokes like a fucking chimney I hear…”

Sebastian scoffed, “Don’t be ridiculous,” and exhaled a weak trail of smoke. “Some habits are just harder to kick than others.”

Grell smirked and took a drag. “Whatever you say, Sebby.”

Rinsing his mouth of the first few drags with his drink, Sebastian cleared his throat and began pushing the conversation towards what he wanted to hear. He was eager to learn what had happened to Ciel. Even if it was nothing serious, he couldn’t just let it go. Not after he had spent the past week nearly obsessing over him, patiently waiting for a chance to see him again. “So, tell me about earlier. Vincent called you?”

“He did!” Grell said as she practically swallowed her drink in one gulp. “At the house, too, the nerve of him… Woke William up from his nap – he’s been working so hard lately, the graveyard shift really takes it out of him. Two whole years he’s been working for that museum and they still treat him like some replaceable rent-a-cop or some shit. He should be head of security by now, I tell you what…” It took some work, lots of redirecting and steering Grell back towards the relevant topic, but eventually Sebastian was able to piece together almost the whole story. As he did, the weight in his stomach grew, like someone had dumped a metric ton of gravel in his gut; cold, heavy, grating.

Ciel had been in a car crash. Whether he spun out on a patch of black ice, or somebody else had was unclear; all Sebastian knew was that the cute little server ended up getting T-boned by a Chevy Tahoe and rushed to the emergency room late last night. He knew that Ciel was alive and breathing on his own, though he wasn’t sure if he was fully conscious or in need of any surgery. Sebastian also knew that he couldn’t just hop in his car and drive to the hospital to see him like he suddenly found himself wanting to do. How weird would that be? He’d probably freak Ciel out if he showed up right now.

So he finished his drink, smoked another cigarette with Grell, pretended to engage in friendly banter and gossip until he could no longer play along. He didn’t quite care what the manager did now that he had gotten what he wanted from her, and he had become so clearly preoccupied with what he heard that the redhead took the opportunity to slither out of the bar with a waggle of her fingers and a comical, exaggerated “Toodleoo!”

The rest of the night was a literal blur, a dissociated haze. Sebastian found himself daydreaming, passing the hours behind the bar fantasizing about what it would be like to curl up beside the young man’s banged up body in the hospital bed, hard plastic railings along the sides of the mattress confining them together in a warm embrace. He glossed over the tangle of IV tubes and wires he would inevitably get caught up in; ignored the bag of piss that was likely attached to the edge of the bedframe and connected to Ciel by the long thin tube shoved up his urethra. He didn’t think about Ciel’s dad, his boss, sitting in a corner, one leg crossed over the other, reading a magazine as his son’s monitors beeped steadily.

He thought about holding Ciel’s small hand, thumb stroking back and forth along the boy’s parched skin, sucked dry by the warm recycled hospital air being blasted through the vents. He thought about running his fingers through that cute little bobbed mop of hair, dyed blue like the deepest, darkest parts of the ocean. He thought about draping an arm over Ciel’s waist, curling up beside him, face tucked in the crook of his neck, listening to the breath draw in and out of his lungs. He didn’t think about fucking him; he just wanted to hold him.

The cold, bitter breeze outside rattled Sebastian’s bones when he stepped outside at the end of the night and realized he had forgotten his coat. The last few hours of his shift had been completely lost to him in his distracted state. Sebastian supposed he did what he always did: made drinks, chatted with the regulars, counted the drawer, cleaned up and closed with Mey-Rin and Finny, who had replaced Bard not long after Grell’s departure. He just couldn’t stop thinking, couldn’t stop worrying about Ciel.

Again, he had to scold himself for being so silly. There was nothing he could do for the young man. He was already taken care of, safely nestled in the care of those who actually knew how to help him. Sebastian clicked his tongue against his teeth, shook his head at his own foolishness as he headed back inside and discovered that he had completely forgotten to lock the front door of the bar. Retrieving his coat from the back, Sebastian realized the acrid tobacco smoke smell was coming from him, his own fingertips and his hair; it was not the meager essence of Ciel clinging to the fabric of his jacket, lingering around to keep him company as he pulled the collar up to his chin to deter the cold from sneaking down the front of his shirt.

Driving home on autopilot, Sebastian tried to piece together what he knew about Ciel. It wasn’t much. Aside from physical characteristics and some idiosyncratic mannerisms, he knew next to nothing about his boss’s son. Quiet, thin, and short, Sebastian could barely hazard a guess at how old Ciel really was – he barely looked legal, but he had to be if he worked at the bar. Sebastian knew he was a part-time student at the local university, but he couldn’t say what he was studying. He knew the Phantomhives were a wealthy family, but Sebastian could not parse out the nature of Ciel’s relationship with them, whether it was good or bad, whether or not there was a mother or other siblings in the picture.

Small talk and conversation were not the young man’s strong suits, but it did not dissuade Sebastian in the slightest. He found himself infinitely infatuated with the kid. It twisted his stomach up into knots to think about him lying in a hospital bed somewhere, not knowing whether or not he was okay, not knowing if or when he would get to see him again. For all he knew, the opportunity to talk to Ciel, to get to know him, to be more than a coworker to him, could have slipped right through his fingers, and Sebastian would never be able to forgive himself.

The “Unexpected” in The Last Jedi

After the EW articles, I wanted to compile some of the more interesting quotes I’ve seen around in recent months - those quotes which hint that things will not happen “as expected” in TLJ. Some apply to Reylo, some apply to a Kylo/Ben redemption, some apply to Luke and Rey, some apply to Finn, and others I think apply to general plot points/themes. The main takeaway here after months of interviews seems to be expect the unexpected. Don’t expect the simple, straightforward reading or answer.

First, this interview with Daisy had me intrigued:

(Starting at 0:58 seconds)

Interviewer: “Ok, so first, the Force Awakens stuck to a formula and a plot, that – it was a familiar plot. I mean people – we knew it would work. How does this movie kind of separate itself and maybe take it to the next level?”

Daisy: “It’s funny because watching the Behind the Scenes, I was like, ‘huh.’ Because everyone talks about how, um – not unusual it is – but how different the direction is than what people may have been expecting. So, I think that’s great and I think that’s a massive blessing of having three different directors and three different writers for three of the different films. Because they are – they exist in different times. Even though they lead straight on, it’s two years later for an audience to watch. Things change in that time, and people have an opinion of where they want it to go, and like Mark says, um - not that not everyone’s gonna be - everyone has a certain expectation. And some are gonna be fulfilled and some not. But I think, with the expectation, I think the surprise will be wonderful.

And this below is from a Variety interview with John Boyega (X) - I think this supports both Reylo and Finnrose (which we’ve seen implied in the marketing and interviews heavily):

Interviewer: “I loved the developing romance between your character, Finn and Rey in “The Force Awakens.” How is that romance evolving in the next chapter?”

Boyega: “I mean, we didn’t establish a romance in seven; we never played it that way. Daisy and I, we’re friends.”

Interviewer: “So there’s no romance?”

Boyega: Yes, Finn and Rey – they’re just friends. Finn is a storm trooper, so he doesn’t really know what’s going on. So the romance thing is something that’s going to be interesting in the next installment. It’s not going to go the way you think it’s going to go.

And here is an interview with Larry King and Adam Driver on Kylo Ren’s characterization in The Last Jedi (X):

Larry King: “Without giving away any spoilers, what’s one aspect about Kylo Ren you’re excited for fans to see in the next film? […]”

Adam Driver: “I think… um, I mean, maybe this is such a general answer but – you know, humanity. […] 

And from the same interview below, Adam goes on to talk about the moral ambiguity in times of war - how both sides are convinced they are always right:

There was [sic] a lot of plot points that we knew were operating in the first one that we are – that, uh, get to explain more in the second one that, um, kind of make the both of them make sense. […] George Lucas, you know, originally a lot of Star Wars was in response to Vietnam, and […} talking with JJ and Rian [there] was this idea of terrorism and two sides kind of being morally justified to behave however they wanted to, to get what they thought was absolutely correct.

From the EW article on Luke and Rey (X):

This isn’t the Luke [Rey]’s heard about. It’s not the one we know either.

This is a broken man. One who would have preferred to stay lost. And he feels the same way about that lightsaber.

Luke definitely does not give Rey the warm welcome he received when he went in search of Alec Guinness’ Ben Kenobi […].

And more on Rey from the same article:

[Rey]’s so hopeful to everything,” Ridley says. “And obviously there’s a hint of, ‘What the hell?’”

This rejection hits Rey’s abandonment issues.

And an interesting little quip about Kylo in this article:

Even the murderous Kylo Ren became fascinated by her strength and resilience after kidnapping her.

And the last little bit before moving on to the next article:

[Luke]’s sitting on this island in the middle of nowhere. There had to be an answer. It had to be something where Luke Skywalker believes he’s doing the right thing – and the process of figuring out what that is and unpacking it is the journey for Rey.”

[Luke] made a huge mistake in thinking that his nephew was the chosen one, so he invested everything he had in Kylo, much like Obi-Wan did with my character,” Hamill says. “[…] He didn’t detect the darkness in him until it was too late.”

“Believe me, you’re going to see a lot of conflict in The Last Jedi. That is for sure.”

From the EW article on Carrie Fisher and Leia (X):

In The Last Jedi, a torch is being passed. It’s about the peril of meeting your heroes, facing down disappointment, and rising to fight nonetheless.

Johnson isn’t ready to reveal what Laura Dern’s Vice Admiral Holdo’s role is in the story, but as a fellow commander in the Resistance she is likely to have a history with Leia Organa. The nature of it will be for the movie to reveal.

“[…] The heat is immediately turned up on the Resistance,” Johnson says. “Everybody is put in a pressure cooker right away, and relationships crack and strain under that pressure. That was really interesting to me, the notion of putting this small army under a lot of external pressure and showing some of the results within the Resistance itself.

“There’s no way that we could’ve known this would’ve been the last Star Wars movie she would be in, so it’s not like we made the film thinking that we were bringing closure to the character [of Leia],” Johnson says. “But watching the film, there’s going to be a very emotional reaction to what she does in this movie.”

From the EW article about Rey’s journey in TLJ, Daisy has some interesting things to say (X):

“[Rey] was told in the last movie that the answer’s not in the past; it’s looking forward. But she’s showing up on this island to talk to this hero from the past.”

“[…][Rey] still has a lingering hope that she’s going to find the thing that’s going to say: This is where you belong. This is where you are.

“What’s wonderful is it’s not so cut and dry, who’s good and who’s bad, and that’s not me saying, ‘Oh, my God, some people are gonna go bad,‘” Ridley says. “There’s always room for bad people to make good decisions and vice versa. Again, that could be nothing to do with your parents and it could be everything to do with your parents.”

And from the same article, John speaks about Finn’s journey, too:

  “[Finn] definitely has a past that is troubled. … I don’t know how all that’s going to play out.”

“We will learn more about his past and where he came from, and potentially why he made the decision [to escape] that he made,” Boyega says. “[…]The question that needs to be answered is why he decided to leave as a stormtrooper in the first place.”

Rian then goes on to say this:

The big thematic push and pull in the movie is the past and what role the past has in moving us forward into the future,” Johnson says.

Now from the recent article about Kylo Ren (X)

Johnson said Ben Solo’s shift to darkness is symbolic of “the treacherous road through adolescence” that Star Wars often explores.

[Johnson] said Kylo and Rey are “two halves of the dark and the light.

[Rey] just doesn’t understand Kylo,” Daisy Ridley says.

And here’s some info to close off with Finn and Rose (X):

We’ve already seen John Boyega’s conscience-stricken Stormtrooper try to escape from a life of wrongdoing. In The Last Jedi, Finn finds himself ready to abandon the good guys, too.

Finn did his part. Starkiller base has been destroyed. Now he wants out.

“[Finn] just wants to get away and not be involved. His intention in the first place was to go to the Outer Rim.”

Along with Luke Skywalker and Rey, the Stormtrooper formerly known as FN-2187 becomes a key part of The Last Jedi’s never-meet-your-heroes theme after befriending Rose Tico, a Resistance mechanic played by Star Wars newcomer Kelly Marie Tran.

My thoughts below the cut:

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*clears throat* 


I am losing my shit over these ants.

Because Tumblr is being fucked up, when I go to ‘#Reylo’ on laptop, it shows me ‘#An/ti Reylo’. So I have to see shit like. 

For one, what Rian said literally did not debunk ANY of the Star Wars ships- like I have seen some ants claim. 

Example: An anti was saying Reylo and finnrose will not be canon and there will be “no romance in this trilogy”. Also saying that Rian debunked Reylo but us Reylos keep insisting he didn’t. 

Which yes, we are insisting he didn’t. BECAUSE HE DIDN’T LMAO.

BOYEGA: Yes, Finn and Rey – they’re just friends. Finn is a Stormtrooper, so he doesn’t really know what’s going on. So the romance thing is something that’s going to be interesting in the next installment. It’s not going to go the way you think it’s going to go.


Most of us didn’t even think that Reylo was gonna be romantic as fuck in TLJ anyways. PERSONALLY I always thought that Rey and Kylo in The Last Jedi were just going to form a strong connection.

!Intertwined destinies!


Okay so… the main focus of TLJ is not romance. But then John says that the romance is something that’s going to be interesting…

That literally tells you that there IS gonna be romance, just not heavily focused on, or it is going to be subtle- IN THE LAST JEDI.

Not the movie afterwards.

(I’m rambling now but I need to get it out.)

I totally think there is going to be something subtle going between Rey and Kylo, slowly building. 


Also, Adam and Daisy literally hung out in preparations for their roles


This person says that our theory of Kylo and Rey’s relationship being basically a balance in the force was shut down, when really it wasn’t.

At all.

Their roles together, to bring balance, does not have to be romantic at all LMAO. I’m pretty sure ants just assume all of our theories involve romance, which is sad as fuck.

Anyways. I’m tired. 


P.S there is gonna be romance, because Rian said that romance would not be a centerpiece of the movie.

Just in case you didn’t know.

Centerpiece:  an item or issue intended to be a focus of attention.


I feel like if there was gonna be no romance at all in the future movie, he would not have added that bit. 

Letting you know.
Big data gonna fuck ya

I was just looking through the friend suggestions on Facebook. A very old ex girlfriend from 20 years ago popped up. I truly can’t see how they made that link.

I’m very privacy conscious, and have been trying to use Facebook again after a 4 year hiatus, but with a negligible footprint on FB.

I haven’t had contact with my ex for twenty years
I don’t have any shared Facebook contacts with her
I am using a completely different email address for my new Facebook account that she cannot have.
I have never used the Facebook Messenger app on my phone.
I have never used the Facebook app on my phone.
I have never shared my contact list with Facebook.
I have never shared my mobile number with Facebook.
I have her in my contacts on Google Contacts, and hence in my phone contacts, but only an old Hotmail email address that I would surprised she even still uses. No phone number for her.
I have not viewed her profile, nor searched for her by name on Facebook
I even use a different name on Facebook to my legal name (I’m trans, so shoot me)
I only ever use the Facebook mobile website on my phone
I don’t live close to her, in fact I live in a different country, so we don’t have any location proximity
The only thing I do have is WhatsApp on my phone, but since I haven’t shared my mobile phone number with Facebook it can’t have tied my Facebook profile to my WhatsApp contact entry. I also don’t have my Facebook email address in my phone/Google contacts against my entry. It’s one I setup purely for my trans identity.

This is seriously creepy. How the hell have FB figured that out?

I think I’ve figured it out. The steps go like this:

I delete my old FB account 4 years ago. I also delete the content of that account manually first (all photos, timeline, mobile number, etc), change the email address to a Hotmail alias address. I then apply for a permanent account deletion. I receive the deletion confirmation on that alias address.
My ex isn’t in my friend list in my old account, but her contact details were part of a contacts upload I did for the old account.
My old FB account had the mobile number I have still today. Friends will have that number and my pre-alias email address in their contact list.
I create a new FB account. I create a brand new email address, and never share my mobile number with FB for the new account. I also refrain from using any of FB’s apps except WhatsApp.
A current FB friend has FB Messenger or WhatsApp installed. They tied my contact entry to my old FB account since they have my old account’s email address and telephone number.
That friend changes the name of my contact entry in their phone via the name change that one of my FB current contacts made in their phone, which notified FB of the change via one of their apps on my friend’s phone.
FB matches my old account to my new account by name.
Hence, FB have tied my new account and my old account together, which was of course my express desire to avoid that.

How does FB Messenger tie to your contacts out of interest when it is installed? I’ve never used it, so I’m not sure how it integrates into your contact list. Is it like WhatsApp that offers you a WhatsApp link against a contact?

anonymous asked:

I lnow masaomi pretends he isnt too worried about akashi but let's be honest and admit he actually cares a lot. So here's a prompt: akashi moving in with masaomi buying ridiculous things for him (like a four poster bed or something equally luxurious and unnecessary)

Masaomi does buy Akashi a white horse. Akashi wasn’t quite expecting that because he had been mostly joking at time when he made that demand. (No—joking isn’t the quite the right word—he doesn’t joke. More like it was a test. He wanted to see what Masaomi would do. And Masaomi bought the horse. Point of interest, he also installed stables, five other horses to keep Akashi’s white one company, and hired a whole array of staff to attend to the horses).

Masaomi’s estate is not like any other place Akashi has ever lived. Everything is large and expansive, everything is almost needlessly extravagant. It was Masaomi who first told Akashi that luxuries were the divine right of the superior; and it’s not that Akashi wants anything, but he is somewhat fascinated by the extent of what Masaomi will allow.

So he says, “I want a car,” and Masaomi buys him a Ferarri. (He never drives it. He only loosely knows how, although he is sure he could master the art, if he wanted. He mostly just likes owning one). He says, “I want a Rolex, a laptop, a Yixing teapot,” and Masaomi buys him everything. Eventually Masaomi just hands him a credit card and says, “Buy anything you want,” and Akashi keeps testing this and buys increasingly expensive items that he doesn’t actually need.

At a certain point he has to actually ask (and he feels like he’s losing when he does, but he is curious), “Does it not bother you that I am spending all your money?”

“Should it?” Masaomi responds.

“At a certain point, I should think so. I do not believe it is the standard practice of parenting to allow children their every desire.”

“But I am not the standard parent,” Masaomi grins, “And you are not a standard child.”

“And what if I spent it all?” Akashi queries.

Masaomi laughs. “Is that what you’ve been trying to do? See if I have a limit? I’ll save you a lot of time, kid. This is a losing battle for you. I’m never going to stop you from spending money. Spend it all, if you want.”

He almost wants to do it, just to see if it’s a bluff. But he doesn’t think Masaomi ever bluffs. And since he stands to inherit all of Masaomi’s money anyway, it is not in his best interest to spend it frivolously. “May I ask why?”

Masaomi actually looks pleased by the question. “They say that money is power, and I won’t deny that. Money is power. But what rich people don’t like to acknowledge is that money is also their biggest weakness. And I will never allow any weakness. People who try too hard to hold onto their money only lose in the long run, so why bother?”

There is logic to that. And slowly, Akashi is beginning to understand how Masaomi works.

“Did you like spending lots of money, Seijuurou?” Masaomi asks.

“Yes,” Akashi says slowly, and he thinks in this small way, perhaps Masaomi wanted him to understand the perks of living in this household. And he has to admit, there’s an awful lot of perks. “But I am beginning to think you need someone better to manage your finances.”

Masaomi laughs again. “That’s what Akane-chan always tells me. What do you say, son? Want a job?”

“I insist on this job,” Akashi says. It is his future fortune, after all. Not that he wants to hold onto it, in that weak way Masaomi was discussing. But it still seems like a good idea not to have Masaomi in charge of the money.

A/N: Lovely idea, anon-friend! But hahaha, Masaomi and Akashi can’t do anything too fluffy or well-intentioned. It’s just not their way. Thanks for the prompt!


Standing Julian is a portrait of Urs Fischer’s friend and fellow artist Julian Schnabel. The massive sculpture is also a wax candle: lit every morning and extinguished each night, Standing Julian will slowly melt over the course of Human Interest: Portraits from the Whitney’s Collection. Although this candle will eventually burn down and be discarded, the sculpture can also be recast and lit anew. As Fischer explains, his waxworks allow “materials and images to take on their own life.”

See how the 1,000 pound work was installed on Facebook

Human Interest: Portraits from the Whitney’s Collection opens Wednesday, April 27.

finnreyhardliner  asked:

Just keep your fucking stans out of my inbox dumbass. Sorry Rian talked in a national magazine about how fucking delusional your ship is and how it's not happening now or ever. Sucks to suck, huh?

Rian didn’t say anything about Reylo but I know someone who talked about Finn and rey.

“Yes, Finn and Rey – they’re just friends. Finn is a storm trooper, so he doesn’t really know what’s going on. So the romance thing is something that’s going to be interesting in the next installment. It’s not going to go the way you think it’s going to go.”  - John Boyega

So maybe we all suck, buttercup.

Vampire Bucky

I’m playing with the idea of a Vampire Diaries-esque Bucky Barnes AU.  Steve would be the ‘better vampire’ aka Stefan, while Bucky would be the irresistible bad boy like Damon.

Would y’all be more interested in a single installation or a series of this? Either way it’d be a friends to lovers story, it would just change the speed of the slow burn

Romance in episode 8

John Boyega said (about finnrey) :
“yes, Finn and Rey – they’re just friends. Finn is a storm trooper, so he doesn’t really know what’s going on. So the romance thing is something that’s going to be interesting in the next installment. It’s not going to go the way you think it’s going to go.”

could he have meant finnrose? 🤔I am not sure.
Opinion | The Hijacked American Presidency
A madman and his legislative minions are holding America hostage.
By Charles M. Blow

Every now and then we are going to have to do this: Step back from the daily onslaughts of insanity emanating from Donald Trump’s parasitic presidency and remind ourselves of the obscenity of it all, registering its magnitude in its full, devastating truth.

There is something insidious and corrosive about trying to evaluate the severity of every offense, trying to give each an individual grade on the scale of absurdity. Trump himself is the offense. Everything that springs from him, every person who supports him, every staffer who shields him, every legislator who defends him, is an offense. Every partisan who uses him — against all he or she has ever claimed to champion — to advance a political agenda and, in so doing, places party over country, is an offense.

We must remind ourselves that Trump’s very presence in the White House defiles it and the institution of the presidency. Rather than rising to the honor of the office, Trump has lowered the office with his whiny, fragile, vindictive pettiness.

The presidency has been hijacked.

Last week, when Donald Trump attacked two MSNBC hosts, people were aghast. The condemnation came quickly and from all quarters.

But his words shouldn’t have shocked. His tweet was just another pebble on a mountain of vulgarities. This act of coarseness was, in fact, an act of continuity. Trump was being Trump: the grossest of the gross, a profanity against propriety.

This latest episode is simply part of a body of work demonstrating the man’s utter contempt for decency. We all know what it will add up to nothing.

Republicans have bound themselves up with Trump. His fate is their fate. They have surrendered any moral authority to which they once laid claim — rightly or not. If Trump goes down, they all do.

It’s all quite odd, this moral impotence, this cowering before the belligerent, would-be king. A madman and his legislative minions are holding America hostage.

There are no new words to express it; there is no new and novel way to catalog it. It is what it is and has been from day one: The most extraordinary and profound electoral mistake America has made in our lifetimes and possibly ever.

We must say without ceasing, and without growing weary by the redundancy, that what we are witnessing is not normal and cannot go unchallenged. We must reaffirm our commitment to resistance. We must always remember that although individual Americans made the choice to vote affirmatively for him or actively withhold their support from his opponent, those decisions were influenced, in ways we cannot calculate, by Russian interference in our election, designed to privilege Trump.

We must remember that we now have a president exerting power to which he may only have access because a foreign power hostile to our interests wanted him installed. We must remember that he has not only praised that foreign power, he has proven mysteriously averse to condemning it or even acknowledging its meddling.

We must remember that there are multiple investigations ongoing about the degree of that interference in our election — including a criminal investigation and that those investigations are not constrained to collusion and are far from fake news. These investigations are deadly serious, are about protecting the integrity of our elections and the sovereignty of our country and are about a genuine quest for truth and desire for justice.

Every action by this administration is an effort to push forward the appearance of normality, to squelch scrutiny, to diminish the authority and credibility of the ongoing investigations.

Last week, after a growing list of states publicly refused to hand over sensitive voter information to Trump’s ironic and quixotic election integrity commission, White House spokeswoman Sarah Huckabee Sanders blasted the pushback as a “political stunt.”

But in fact, the commission itself is the political stunt. The committee is searching for an illegal voting problem that doesn’t exist. Trump simply lied when he said that he would have won the popular vote were it not for millions of illegal votes. And then he established this bogus commission — using taxpayer money — to search for a truth that doesn’t exist, to try to prove right a lie that he should never have told.

This commission is classic Trump projection: There is a real problem with the integrity of our last election because the Russians helped power his win, but rather than deal with that very real attack on this country, he is instead tilting at windmills concerning in-person voter fraud.

Last week, CNN reported:

“The Trump administration has taken no public steps to punish Russia for its interference in the 2016 election. Multiple senior administration officials said there are few signs the president is devoting his time or attention to the ongoing election-related cyber threat from Russia.”

Donald Trump is depending on people’s fatigue. He is banking on your becoming overwhelmed by his never-ending antics. He is counting on his capacity to wear down the resistance by sheer force.

We must be adamant that that will never come to pass. Trump is an abomination, and cancer on the country and none of us can rest until he is no longer holding the reins of power.