it actually says every scene i know

also: Keith makes a new friend and Shiro has been waiting seventeen years to say that line

From one of my favorite Disney scenes (and fandom memes)

I am praying to every divine being I know out there that this hasn’t been done before (but feel free to tell me if it has!)

I just remembered that the actual dialogue is “would you like to stay for dinner” and now I’m freaking out

HSM IS GAY

So, I was looking through the comments on the I Don’t Dance video from HSM and some people were why asking why it’s a metaphor for gay sex and bisexuality and stuff (besides the blatant gayness of the entire scene), and also saw people saying it’s not at all about the fact the are hella gay for each other. So, putting together some of the comments along with my own observations, here we go:

In the song, dancing (typically attached to women and gay men) represents same-gender attraction and baseball (typically associated with masculinity, etc.) represents heterosexuality.

  • Ryan tells Chad; “I’ll show you that it’s one and the same.” - being gay is just as valid as being straight, and that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Ryan is clearly proud of being able to dance.

  • “I wanna play ball now and that’s all, this is what I do. It ain’t no dance that you can show me.” Chad is unsure of how he feels about his own same-gender attraction and emphasis his opposite-gender attraction by saying that nothing Ryan ever ‘shows him’ will change that.

  • Ryan encourages Chad to ‘swing like him’. Bearing in mind that Ryan is strongly implied to be gay and the word swing is often used with regards to sexuality, i.e. “I don’t swing that way.”
  • Chad displays stereotypical masculine bravado, he is clearly trying to impress Ryan, he tells him; “I’ve got what it takes… so you better spin that pitch you’re gonna throw me.” While reasserting his definite heterosexuality he adds; “I’ll show you how I swing.”
  • Chad also implies that he experiences gay feelings but represses them when Ryan tells him; “You’ll never know if you never try.” Chad replies; “There’s just one thing that stops me every time.” This shows his fear of social rejection and his own internalised homophobia.
  • As the song progresses this becomes more obvious. Chad goes from saying he doesn’t dance to saying that he can’t even though it’s clear he’s actually a good dancer as well as being skilled at baseball.
  • From this scene we can gather that Chad is bisexual and Ryan is either bisexual or gay (the producers originally wanted to make Ryan canonically gay, so I’d go with that one).
  • On top of this there is the obvious underlying sexual tension running throughout the song. They switch between confrontational and flirty; there’s a lot of smiling and eyebrow action going on, and when they do dance they get all up in each other’s personal space.
  • The song ends with Ryan falling on top of Chad. In the following scene, they have switched clothes.
Supergirl 2x16: My Thoughts

I didn’t catch all of the episode, and I may rewatch but probably not so here we go.

We start off with Kara being happy. Okay Kara. I want you to be happy too, but you said yourself “Kara Danvers is who I am” just last week. Now I’m supposed to believe binge watching Game of Thrones with Mon-el while you’re not saving the world as Supergirl makes you truly happy? Okay.. Sure..

Mon-el “sacrificing” himself wasn’t him sacrificing himself. It was him confronting his parents alone to keep Kara from finding out he’s Mon-el “Prince of Daxam.” Let’s log this as Evidence A on how he’s still a lying, manipulative asshole.

We get the flashback scene of what really happened on Daxam.. which included Mon-el leaving some girl who begged, “don’t leave me here.” He was actually such an intergalactic fuckboy that the writers wrote in a scene where he left behind the girl he just fucked, to die. He literally fucked her and left.


Mon-el’s mama doesn’t ship it lol


Don’t even tell me they tried to parallel Winn/Lyra with Kara and Mon-el’s storylines for this episode. Lyra lied to get her brother back. Mon-el lied to save his own ass.


Evidence B on how Mon-el is still a lying, manipulative asshole: He actually said, “This is usually the part in the movie where the girl forgives the guy for whatever dumb stuff he’s done.“

That wasn’t even an apology! That was, “you’ve forgiven me every other time, so now lets kiss and make up.”


Evidence C on how Mon-el is still a lying, manipulative asshole: that last scene where Kara asks if he was ever going to tell her the truth after saying he “tried to tell her a million times” then proceeded to say “I don’t know.”

If they get back together, then I am officially done with this show. If the writers are so set on giving us Supergirl in love, then they are doing a piss poor job of showing an actual loving relationship. This trope is not only toxic to women, but I’m actually appalled that so many people are behind this storyline because men don’t have to be written this way! As a supposed feminist show, it is a travesty to our movement that we have to see a man painted as a fuckboy being "better” with a strong independent woman. It shouldn’t be this way. A man can have as much conviction to be a decent fucking human being on his own without having a woman tell him how to do it! You want a redemption arc for Mon-el? Then why not have him tell his parents, “I’ll go back with you, but Daxam is going to be different than it was before. We will rebuild it to be a planet for its people, not for its royalty. Otherwise, I’m staying here.”

This was longer than I anticipated and I’m sorry, but I’m so irked that in the year 2017, we’re still struggling with these ridiculous gender conforming, heteronormative, bullshit tropes.
why your ‘ashley williams is a space racist’ theory is garbage:
  • ‘i can’t tell the aliens from the animals’ - given her reaction, we can assume that this is ashley’s first time being around less humanoid species like the elcor (which do look a lot like elephants). yeah it’s a rude thing to say but one rude comment (that is no less rude than, say, the things garrus says about quarians in the very same game) hardly justifies acting like she’s an irredeemable bigot
  • that one conversation everyone crucifies her for (’if you’re fighting a bear and the only way for you to survive is so sic your dog on it and run, you’ll do it’) - this one is literally just people misunderstanding the metaphor she uses and assuming she’s referring to aliens as animals again. the dog in her metaphor is humanity whereas the human in the metaphor is actually the council races. she’s saying that the second one of the other council races is in trouble, they’ll throw humanity aside and put themselves first. which………. she isn’t wrong about. that’s exactly what happens at the beginning of me3. ‘i don’t think we should turn down allies. i just don’t think we should bet on them staying allies.’
  • by me3, every single character has grown and ashley’s growth is most obvious to me in the scene where she holds a gun on shepard (her commander, friend, and possibly lover) to protect the council. you know, those aliens you claim she hates. she can also shoot udina, the human councilor, for holding a gun on, you guessed it, another alien you claim she hates
  • but yeah, ashley’s such a space racist

also btw i don’t want to hear your annoying, boring, repetitive hate. if you reply to this with ashley hate, i’m ignoring it and also blocking you. at this point, it’s just annoying and exhausting

Alright I’m about to go off about Twincer:

SPOILERS FOR 7X18

Spencer was acting SO weird this episode that even my mom is convinced that it was not actually Spencer. I’m not sure if every scene was “twincer”, but the scene with Toby was VERY sus: 

- One of the biggest things for me was that Toby said something along the lines of “That doesn’t sound like the Spencer I know.”

- The way she kept talking about feeling like an outcast from her friends and family. (this is a pretty loose clue, but it would make sense for a secret twin to feel left out)

- Keegan Allen (Toby) said in an interview back in April that he can “honestly say there is not another Spoby kiss.”

- Twincer theories always point out that the scene where Spencer asks Toby for one last goodbye kiss seemed like a twin because of how ooc it was and her outfit matched an outfit she wore just a couple episodes before. During this episode, of course THAT was the scene that Spencer talked about to Toby with. I don’t think we’ve ever heard Spencer talk about kissing him that time to anybody else and now she said it to the only person who would remember it.

- Jessica was having an affair with Peter and Mary tried to get revenge on Jessica by sleeping with Peter when he thought it was actually Jessica. What if the twin just pulled the same thing? It would make sense in a twisted way, “like mother like daughter” I guess yikes.

- When Spencer was walking away from Mary in the last episode (7x17), we heard a noise (similar to a branch snapping) in the background and Spencer stopped and listened. Could this have been the twin? It just seems weird that they would make Spencer focus on that sound and have suspicious music playing if nothing came out of it. (this is another loose clue)

ALRIGHT that’s all I have from tonight’s episode. Whether she actually has some secret twin or not, they better at least explain why she’s acting so weird. We still haven’t heard anything about the Wren airport scene either. If she doesn’t have a twin then I’m just pretending she did to explain her ooc behavior this season lmao

anonymous asked:

Okay so in Batman Beyond there's an episode where Bruce and Terry go see a 'Batman Musical', just imagine that goes on in Gotham and Jason finds out and asks(forces/tricks) the batfam to go.

i’m finally answering this! i had a really rough week, which is why this took a while, but i kept thinking about this prompt and laughing, so thank you for that.

and on that note: are you serious, that’s amazing. i vaguely remember watching batman beyond but i don’t actually remember all that much about it. i’ll need to look this up.

but yes. yes. i want this to be a Thing.

i want to imagine it as something between holy musical b@man! and the ember island players. like. just picture the kind of crazy misinformed shit that these people are tossing into the mix because what’s the truth and what’s the lie, no one knows, they’re going to make a musical about batman and his however many kids/sidekicks anyway

(they people putting on this play are probably college students)

(stephanie has probably dropped by to help with set designs and laughed herself sick in the process)

getting back on track, how does jason find out about it?

there are two ways i think it could happen. one: jason loves lit. we know this. he collected first editions with alfred and bruce when he was a kid. in my personal experience, if you like lit, you almost definitely like theater in some sense as well. at the very least you’ve read plays. 

jason holds his goddamn red hood helmet like he’s hamlet and it’s yorick.

trust me, he likes plays.

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I know I keep saying this, but Flint would have made such a good father. And I’m talking about him having /actual/ kids of his own.
Evidence:
- His whole relationship with Eleanor???? Honestly one of my favourite dynamics ;;
- The episodes with Abigail, he’s just so soft and gentle and he does everything he can to make her feel comfortable, I’m ;;
- The scene where he sees Miranda playing for the children and he does this little smile and then the twitchy thing that breaks our hearts every time???
And honestly he’s just so soft damn I would’ve loved to see him with kids.

underappreciated chardee moments:
  • gdee being genuinely concerned when charlie got shot in the head (i know season 1 dee is a lie, but still)
  • dee sticking up for the nightman cometh when the guys are just laughing about it.
  • charlie asking dee’s therapist what she said about him in a concerned way.
  • the flowers in the bottles on the table they set up while they were stealing frank’s meat. (also the fact that charlie’s apartment was noticeably cleaner than usual at that time, which infers that he cleaned up for her).
  • charlie genuinely telling dee she looked great in her dress in the prom episode.
  • dee betraying her brother’s offers to have her on his side more than once (the gang gets held hostage, frank retires, etc.) even though she openly vies for dennis’s attention and it’s obvious that he’s the most domineering presence in the group, therefore throwing away her chances at possibly coming out on top with dennis in favor of allyship with charlie.
  • “think of this little girl as your soulmate… of pain.” “i can’t stop crying ernesto!”
  • “you just earned your spot in the head of the robot, dee”
  • “you gotta eat dinner sometime, dee”
  • charlie seeming genuinely impressed/supportive before dee performed at the comedy night.
  • dee being the first thing charlie sees when he comes out of whatever messed up state he was in after electric boogaloo.
  • dee being very concerned for him and sounding genuinely relieved and touching his leg all gentle like.
  • charlie wanting dee to be his best friend.
  • werm hat finger wiggle
  • “i’m just gonna go home” “good, go home. i hope you uhh-” “get hit by a bus?” “dee, come on….” :(
  • in charlie’s false fantasy of the halloween party, he and dee were being genuinely nice to each other and complimenting each other (even though it didn’t actually happen).
  • “what is she saying? charming taint man?” (The Jealousy)
  • passing the secret jug of booze back and forth in quarantine (also charlie knowing where dee hid her secret stash)
  • beginning of fatty magoo and like… every other scene with them in it
  • peter nincompoop vs. peter nickel eater
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You deserve someone worthy of you and that isn’t me. That’s not what I’ve been saying, Lucifer. I know, that’s what I’m saying. You deserve someone better because you are selfless to a nauseating degree. You always put your daughter first even though the ungrateful urchin does nothing to contribute to the rent. So, you deserve someone worthy of that grace. Someone that knows every crime scene breaks your heart, even though you’d never admit it. Someone who actually appreciates your impossibly boring middle name… ‘Jane’. More importantly, Detective, you deserve someone as good as you. Because, well, you’re special and I’m…. I’m not worth it.

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every westallen scene ever (120/?)

Probably an Odd Reason to Appreciate Steven Moffat

There have been a lot of beautiful essays on the Moffat appreciation tag today, many of which I’ve reblogged.  Since it’s still Moffat Appreciation Day in my time zone, and since I finally have a moment to myself, I thought I’d point out an element of Steven Moffat’s showrunning that I don’t think anyone else has really touched on.  I like the way Moffat makes mistakes.  Or, rather, I like what he makes from his mistakes.

Series Five, as most of you know, was noticeably homogeneous in terms of casting.  We did have some notable characters of color, such as Liz 10 and Nasreen Chaudry, but that was largely it—and there was River Song, who is bisexual, but that’s not something you would know if you hadn’t watched her earlier stories.  For the most part, it was white and straight, white and straight, all the way through.

Someone pointed out to Moffat that this was seriously uncool.

So, he started to work on it.  First, we have Canton, originally conceived as a possible returning character; if he had returned, we would presumably have met his black boyfriend as well.  Madame Vastra and Jenny Flint became recurring characters, with their marriage a key part of their characterization.  In Series Eight, one of the biggest narrative arcs went to Danny Pink.  This year saw the first Deaf actress on Doctor Who, as well as the first transgender actress.  The transgender actress, Bethany Black, played an oppressed woman with some sort of expressive language impairment, and while that character died, there is always the possibility of a sequel episode dealing specifically with that oppression—an episode in which Black could easily return as a clone.  The background casting has also improved, with Coal Hill School having a fairly realistic demographic, and people of color appearing in minor roles and crowd scenes of all eras.  Moffat himself has this to say about it (via moffatappreciationlife):

“I thought when I first took it over — oh, what the hell, we’ll just audition people of all races for every part, and it will average out. I don’t know why an old Lefty like me had such faith in the free market; it did not work out. It does not work out. You’ve got actually decide that’s what you’re going to do.”

I think that dealing with mistakes is a skill, a powerful and important skill that our society refuses to teach or acknowledge because we’re too desperately attached to our fantasy of not being wrong in the first place.  We’re scared of mistakes.  We connect mistakes to worth, to being good or bad, and when one is confronted with a mistake, the first, overwhelming instinct is to deny it.

I admire Steven Moffat for not following that instinct.  He acknowledged his mistake, he understood it, and he worked to fix it.  That’s worth a hell of a lot, in my book.

I’ve been slowly rewatching Supergirl s1, and the most recent episode was ‘Manhunter’  now I really want a fic where Kara and Lucy weren’t able to save Alex.

For, whatever reason, Alex and J’onn were being transported separately.  Maybe it’s protocol to keep alien and human prisoners apart, maybe they wanted a stronger transport for J’onn.  Whatever.

Either way, when Kara and Lucy stop the transport, only J’onn is inside, and they have no idea where Alex is.

Well, they know she’s at Cadmus, but they now have no way to rescue her.

When J’onn goes on the run as a fugitive, it’s to find Alex, not Jeremiah.

Only, if he had succeed he would have found both, because as soon as Jeremiah learnt that Alex was being brought to Cadmus, he made sure she was working with him.

Maybe Jeremiah lies to Alex at first, letting her believe that he is still truly a prisoner, being forced to work.  Maybe he’s upfront and tells her that the work is for good and everything.

It doesn’t really matter which, because Alex refuses to work for Cadmus either way.

Until Jeremiah is convinced that Alex may need to be ‘persuaded’.

And Alex is brainwashed.

Alex is programmed to be a sleeper agent and sent back to the DEO.

Jeremiah pushes her - passed out, beat up, and emaciated - into Kara’s arms when he lets her and Mon-El go.

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Love Actually - Nightcrawler x Reader fluff

I see you write for X-Men, may I please request a fluffy Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner imagine? I haven’t read any new ones in a while. ☺️- sgarrett49

A/N: bolded words are sent messages, italics and bold are sent from ‘you’

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So probably I have too much time on my hands atm, but I need to talk about this scene for a quick minute:

[.gif by carolpeleiter]

A thing is that I happen to think it’s one of the most underrated Caryl scenes that exists.

The backdrop to what’s happening here is so important, because for all of us who ship it like Fedex, it’s easy to get lost in the shippy perfection of this episode and forget where the ep fits into the larger context of the show.

Carol has been banished by Rick, spent three and a half minutes thinking maybe life could be “normal” for a second, found Lizzie standing over Mika’s dead body, shot Lizzie, and offered her own life to Tyreese as atonement for killing Karen and David (not to mention killing a bunch more people in order to save all of Team Family at Terminus).

Daryl has watched Hershel be murdered, thought he and Beth were safe for three and a half minutes, hung out with the nighmarish Claimers, offered up his own life to save Rick, Michonne, and Carl, and been about thirty seconds away from having his throat slashed so he could watch his own life bleed away in a trough.

They’ve had a rough couple of weeks.

But then we get the quiet of this ep, and the entire episode takes place pretty much in two layers. First, there’s the obvious action – the plot. But beneath that surface so many currents are flowing, both Carol and Daryl simmering with emotions they’re not yet willing to directly address.

This tiny scene functions at face value as some amusing banter, a way to lighten the tone of what in so many ways is a deeply somber, sad episode. (Every time I watch it I pretty much want to marry Bear McCreary, omg the music.) Daryl hilariously mocks the painting, and Carol – most likely just to be contrary, although perhaps she merely has interesting taste in art – insists that she likes it.

And that’s where level two comes in. When he says “Stop” in response to her insistence that she actually appreciates the painting, she replies with, “I’m serious. You don’t know me.” She only uses those four words, but what she really means is:

“You have no idea about the terrible things I’ve done. If you knew the choices I’ve made – if you could see everything – you’d probably be running away at top speed, because at this point even I can’t be sure I’m not a monster who deserves to burn in hell forever.”

Without missing a beat, Daryl responds with, “Yep, you keep tellin’ yourself that.” But what he really means is:

“I’m fully aware by now that I don’t know the whole story of what happened while we were separated. But I know your heart inside and out, and no matter what you think you’ve done – no matter what kind of horrifying punishment you think you deserve for your imaginary sins – there is nothing in this entire universe that could make me love you any less.”

And she smiles. An absolutely for real smile.

Because although she’s not even close to forgiving herself, there is some kind of bone-deep comfort in Daryl’s words, in the knowledge that he will always believe in her, even when she’s lost all faith and ability to believe in herself.

She can’t love herself in this moment, but this tiny exchange shows her that he unquestionably still can

And idk, to me it’s just everything.

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You deserve someone worthy of you and that isn’t me. That’s not what I’ve been saying. I know, that’s what I’m saying. You deserve someone better because you are selfless to a nauseating degree. You always put your daughter first even though the ungrateful urchin does nothing to contribute to the rent. So you deserve someone worthy of that grace. Someone that knows every crime scene breaks your heart even though you’d never admit it. Someone who actually appreciated your impossibly boring middle name… ‘Jane’.

god i love brotherhood hate so much tbh fuck brotherhood (sorry if you like brotherhood but fuck brotherhood)

listen basically that long post i just reblogged brought up my biggest beef with brotherhood and manga (tho ive never read manga and have heard its better with characters) is that it ignores its characters

i like good plots and i get bored when something doesnt have a plot and is ONLY characters. but whats even worse to me is when its ONLY plot. the characters and plot should drive each other and the characters should be affected by the plot

FUCKING BROTHERHOOD doesnt let its characters recover from trauma and shit

i remember reading ed didnt cry until the last episode and i was like “wtf i remember him having some awesome crying scenes” and then i realized i was remembering 2003, which has BEAUTIFUL and realistic character development and thats when i got super pissed

AND FUCKING AL you know when marta is killed in his armor in 2003 its so fucking horrific and then you have the same thing in brotherhood and youre like “oh no how is al going to feel after this poor thing” and he JUST BRUSHES IT OFF? and later he goes on this rant of “im sick of watching people die” and it just pisses me off like im sorry, al, i didnt even realize those deaths affected you but if you wanna bring them up to motivate yourself to become stronger then sure do that even though its total bullshit

AND NINA! i know nina IS brought up a few times in brotherhood, but every time im loterally like “oh yeah that happened.” And i dont feel anything. When ed says at the end how he couldnt even save a little girl, despite how epic the scene is, i was kinda pissed because it felt like such a cheap thing to mention since i didnt see ed or al actually affected by nina. just feeling sad for her every once in while isnt being affected by it. Being affected by it is when the experience permanently leaves an impact

you get that in 2003. every thing that happens to the brothers permanently affects their growth, rather than it all being episodic events that add to their male protag angst (“what doesnt kill me makes me stronger lol what emotions? What trauma? I use it to fuel my righteous fury hiyah!”), every thing pushes them slightly further to who they end up at the end of the series

i can and have gone on and on on how much brotherhood characters piss me off because they all came out of the series almost the same as they went in, learning concrete lessons but not actually changing psychologically/realistically nor GROWING, and how every character got what they originally wanted in the way they wanted it. and imo, thats BAD character writing. It works sometimes based on the story, but with something like fma with these goal-driven characters who face challenges and trauma im order to get what they want, they SHOULDNT ultimately get what they want. And if they do get what they want, it should be either that they dont need it, they dont want it anymore, or they get it in a more bittersweet/twisted way (like roy couldve gotten what he wanted without getting his eyesight back and becoming fuhrer. He would lose the more surface goal, but he could still achieve the more abstract underlying motive of fixing the country.)

Decisions, Decisions (Part 2)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 4422

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child.Text messages are in italics.

Tags: @wordacadabra @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays

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“Good job, baby,” you said, walking over and putting your arm on James’ shoulder. You turned and licked his ear. “That’s perfect. God, I’m so hot right now,” you said as you turned into him and began kissing him as his eyes never left the body, bloody and mangled before you as you dropped the axe.

“Cut!” the director, Ed, yelled.

“What’s wrong?” you questioned, worried you’d messed up your lines.

“Nothing much. Y/N, let’s take out the ear licking thing. It’s not doing what I thought it would. Take it from the top, right after Ruby collapses here, and ACTION.”

You ran the scene three more times then they stopped for a break and get the next scene set up. You went to your trailer and tried to go over your next few lines when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” you said, wondering who it could be.

The door opened and James appeared. You did your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Working with him was one thing, you could turn these feelings off, easy, it was professional, but as soon as he was James again and you were you again, the feelings came roaring back full force. “Hi, I got you a water.” He handed you the bottle and came in.

“Oh, thanks,” you said, smiling.

“You were really terrific to me.”

“What? Me?” you gasped, honestly surprised. “No…no.” You shook your head. It was odd, being an A list celebrity but yet still not feeling confident in your work. You honestly weren’t sure how or why you got these amazing gigs.

“No, you do really great. I think you’ve got the role of Alexa down.”

“Well thank you, I’m always so worried that I’m not saying it convincingly enough or I’m being too dramatic or…”

“You shouldn’t worry about that. I think you’re doing brilliantly.”

“Well that means a lot coming from you,” you informed with a smile as you looked at him.

“Sure. Yeah, not every moment is going to be golden. Trust me. This one time, when we were filming Wanted, you know the scene where I hit Chris in the face with a keyboard?” he asked, a sparkle coming into his clear blue eyes.

You grinned at the memory of that movie, that scene was actually one of your favorite scenes in any movie. “Yeah, I remember.”

“I accidentally actually hit him with that keyboard,” he said with his eyebrows raised as he laughed.

“Oh my god, no you didn’t!” you gushed, shoving him back playfully as you laughed. “Was he okay?”

He laughed that contagious, gorgeous laugh of his. “I think so. He took the hit pretty well. He laughed about it. My mark was off really bad.”

“I’ll say! Oh my gosh. I’ve never done anything that bad. But I did, okay, full disclosure, my first on-screen kiss wasn’t as steamy as that one we had earlier.”

“Oh?” he asked, intrigued as he sat back, his face resting against his fist as he gazed at you, utterly captivated in this story. Suddenly, you felt self-conscious.

“Yeah, so it was with Channing Tatum, and oh my gosh was he sweet about it,” you explained. “But, it was during a beach scene, for the ‘first kiss’ scene, and I leaned in too fast and we slammed our mouths together. He had a busted lip and my teeth cut the inside of my lip,” you informed, laughing as you covered your mouth.

“Wow. And I thought I was bad. That’s….wow that is really awful,” he said, chuckling, his accent getting thicker, making you more than attracted to him.

“Well thanks,” you sarcastically teased.

“Well just take solace in the fact that you’ve gotten better.”

Blushing, you responded, “Thanks.”

James bit his lip, something he did often when he was waiting to say something. He eyed you for a moment before asking, “Would you like to get drinks later?”

You weren’t sure why you were asking but you asked, “Why?” In your head you were screaming, “Why didn’t you just say yes?”

“I thought it’d be nice to get to know each other better, off set?” he tried, peering at you.

“Sure. Yeah, I’d like that,” you answered before swallowing. You nodded at him just as a knock came at the trailer door, they were ready for the next scene, so it was time to go to makeup.

“We better get back out there,” he said as he patted your leg and got up.

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James escorted you to to a very upscale lounge, it was dark and quiet and perfect. You went to a small table in the corner and ordered your drinks.

“Gin and tonic,” you said.

“Scotch,” he said with a smile that could knock the wind out of a blimp.

“Keeping it traditional?” you teased.

“Someone has to,” he reminded.

“So, since we’re on the topic of heritages, where are you from?”

“I’m from a midsize town in Oklahoma.”

“That’s the one with all the cows, right?” he asked.

“Shut up,” you joked, your nose scrunching as you looked at him. “It’s not all farmland, you know?”

“Are you sure? Because I’ve been there and…” He stretched his eyes back, gesturing that it was a bit country.

“Hey, hey. Two can play that game, is it nothing but kilts and sea monsters in Scotland?”

His brows perked up as he made a shocked face. “Well, well the claws have come out. I’ll have you know that kilts are manly, dammit. I have worn mine to the grocery store before, believe it or not.”

“Oh yeah?’

‘Yes,” he said firmly, playfully asserting his confidence.

“Well I’ll have you know that we don’t all have cattle in Oklahoma. My father is one of the highest paid attorney’s in the state and my mom is a bioengineer.”

James sat and looked at you, curious now. “Then how is it, little ole Y/N ended up in LA as a big movie star?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I was in college, toward the beginning of senior year, and I was just doing theater club for fun and it dawned on me that I was enjoying doing the plays more than I was for my classes.”

“What was your major?” he questioned.

“English. It’s relatively universal, but I realized I was hating what I was doing so…”

“So you dropped out?”

“No, no. I had come that far, I had to see it through. I graduated and then came out here.”

“And your parents, did they approve?”

“Not at first. But I think they were mainly worried about my safety.”

“Sure, yeah.”

“But then they came around to the idea, helped me find a safe place to live, and I was free to do auditions. I also promised myself if I didn’t get any decent roles for five years, I’d leave.”

“And when did you get your first decent role?”

“Within the first six months, Tale of the Dragon was my first serious role.”

“Yeah? I loved that movie, you were badass in that,” he commended, nodding at you.

“Well thank you. I can’t curve a bullet though,” you said with a grin and a wink. A wink? You just winked at James McAvoy, are you nuts?

He laughed at the mention of his movie and raised his glass to you.

“Well I’m glad you came out.”

“Me too,” you agreed, trying to ignore the feelings that erupted with the way he said that. “So you? Why did you become an actor?”

“I liked the idea of being different things. It felt…wrong, going through life as the same person. Getting to try on other skins for a while is refreshing.”

“I hear that, being someone else is a lot easier than being yourself,” you said before you realized what you had said.

In that moment, James saw the real you. He realized that you put on a little bit of a show for the public, the cameras. The extra confident, extra flirty you was the public you, this shy, quiet you was the real Oklahoma girl. To be honest, he quite liked both.

James checked his phone for the time and bit his lip again, sending butterflies all throughout your chest.

You were taking a sip of your drink, worrying you were boring him to death. This was worldly, well established James McAvoy and you were just a girl from Oklahoma with one or two blockbusters under your belt but that was all.

“How would you like to do this again? But this time make it a real date?” he asked suddenly, his ocean blue eyes searching yours.

You couldn’t help the thing that happened next - you choked on your drink and accidentally spit it out on the table. Did he just ask you out on a fucking date? Drinks was one thing. You were pretty sure that this was just to get to know each other better as friends. For four months you’d work on the film together and barely knew each other because your scenes were so intense you did a lot of practicing the scenes, not socializing.

James leaned over, handed you a napkin, and slightly chuckled. “Are you alright?”

You coughed a few more times and ended up laughing. While it was mortifying, there wasn’t anything you could do about it now except blush and laugh. This was your key to confidence, you had to learn to laugh off the blunders.

“Yeah, no, just went down the wrong pipe. What did you say?”

“I said, would you want to go on a date with me?”

And there went the butterflies again as your stomach jumped to your throat and your heart sped up to a million miles per hour. This was real. He was really asking you. A man you’ve had a crush on forever was asking you out. Your co star. You knew how dangerous it could be dating a costar but you didn’t care.

“Oh, yes, of course. When?” you blurted out. Shit. Your date with Tom was tomorrow night.

“When are you free next?”

“Saturday night,” you informed, your blush not receding as your heart continued to hammer inside your chest.

“Sounds perfect. I’ll pick you up. Text me your address.”

You two agreed it was late and James grabbed the check as he got you a cab back to your place. The entire ride back you were swimming in a sea of euphoria. You had been keen on James for quite some time now but that kiss on the show the other day really transferred your feelings from a passive crush to finding yourself getting butterflies whenever you were around him, almost school-girl like.

But what about Tom? You had forgotten just how much fun you two had on set and how much you two had in common. Being an English major, you two shared quite a bit in the department of Shakespeare, ancient philosophers, and quite a few of the British literature. You had the same sort of humor and loved to dance. He was the perfect gentlemen and great advocate. He was willing to try new things and unwaveringly nice. But you never got the butterflies with Tom, the way you do with James.

But James was hysterically funny and overtly sweet as well. His wit usually had you in stitches and his charm was undeniable and you loved to watch him interact with fans. On the flipside, you haven’t had the luxury of a lot of quality time with James as you have with Tom.

They were both handsome as sin and could make a suit a walking sex object. The more you thought about it, the harder it became to decipher who you felt more of a draw to. You blew out a breath, wondering just what in the hell you’d gotten yourself into.

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The shoot went exceptionally well and everyone went home early. You raced home to get ready for your date with Tom as you talked to Ida, to try and help calm your nerves. You didn’t imagine you’d be this nervous for a date with your friend but the more you thought about him, the more he seemed like a real date.

“You have to tell me everything that happens, do you hear me? Everything. I want every detail,” Ida demanded through your phone.

You were busy curling your hair as you made a funny face in the giant mirror in your upscale bathroom.

“Every detail?” you questioned incredulously before you two laughed.

“So what are you going to do about James then?” she questioned.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you’re with Tom…so that can’t leave a lot of time for James…” she insinuated.

You laughed. “I’m not ‘with’ Tom, this is the first date, who knows if we’ll even hit it off.”

“You hit it off as friends,” she reminded.

“Right,” you agreed, curling another piece of your hair. “As friends. There may be no chemistry there. Besides, I’ve already got a date with James,” you mentioned casually.

“What?!” Ida shrieked, making you jump away from the phone laying on the bathroom counter. “Both guys. You’re dating both men. You’re dating two of the most eligible bachelors in Hollywood and you didn’t think to tell your best friend?”

“I’ve been busy with Juxtaposition,” you reminded gently.

“Apparently not too busy,” she teased with innuendo.

“Har-har,” you said back. “What’s so wrong with dating, huh? Playing the field. Scarlett does it.”

“Johanson? Yeah, true.”

“All the guys get to do it, I say it’s time for us women to have the same fun. Come on, Ida, I’m young, pretty, and available. Why should I tie myself down to either one?”

She was silent for a moment, probably trying to come up with a good argument.

“If it were you, would you do it any different?”

“No,” she admitted.

“Right.”

“Well, go get ‘em, tiger,” she encouraged. “What are you wearing? Where are you going?”

“I’m wearing my purple chiffon dress. I don’t know where we are going. Knowing Tom, somewhere incredibly outrageous in price.”

“You mean the one with the slit?”

You nodded at your reflection as you started on your makeup.

“The one that has a slit up to my hip? Yep, that’s the one,” you informed.

“Oh my gosh, that’ll turn some heads! Isn’t that a little racy for the first date?” she inquired.

Laughing, you responded, “It’s all about first impressions.”

“I’m pretty sure I know his first impression, it’ll be below the waist.”

“Hey, as long as it’s a response,” you teased. “Hey, I’m going to finish getting ready and I’ll call you back after the date.”

“You better! Have fun!”

“Bye, sweetie.”

“Bye, sweetheart.”

You hung up and noticed you had a text. It was from James.

Hope you have a good Friday night. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow :)

Your heart soared as you sent back a reply.

Thanks! You too. See you tomorrow.

Immediately after that you received a text from Tom stating he was ten minutes away. You texted him and told him to come right in and sit in the living room as you finished getting ready.

You made a couple of adjustments to your hair, added a bit more dark eyeshadow, ran into your bedroom and pulled on your dress and found a pair of black, bejeweled satin heels to match. You strapped the heels in and eyed your reflection, loving every bit of it. You grabbed your clutch and managed to make it out of the house to meet Tom in the driveway, noticing he wore a nice navy blue suit with light blue shirt and patterned tie. He looked every bit the part of a celebrity.

“You brought a Jag?” you said, eyeing the car as he was stepping up.

“Yeah, they gave me one from the commercials so I figured why not. Do you like it?” he asked.

“I’m more of an Aston Martin gal,” you teased. “No, it’s beautiful.” You smiled as you walked to the passenger side and he jogged to come and open the door for you. You blushed a tad and sat in the lovely leather, noticing him eyeing you. He went around the other side, got in, and started it, the low roar coming from the car exciting you.

“You look stunning,” he complimented.

“Thank you, Tom. You look dashing, as always.”

“Yeah the only time I’m not in a suit is during some of my movies, it’s a bit of a relief.”

“Speak for yourself,” you said as he started to pull away. “I live in dresses all the time and I couldn’t be happier.”

He laughed his signature laugh and you smiled at him as he drove. The way the car whipped around the curves of Los Angeles rodes was the perfect combination of relaxation and excitement, you’d always had a thing for fast cars, and now you could actually afford cars like this that were luxurious and fast - the perfect concoction of happiness for you.

Just as you thought, Tom brought you to a high priced restaurant, French to be exact. You surmised he was probably going to dust off some of his French to order. Thank goodness because your French was nowhere near as good as his. You ordered and then he started conversation.

“So, how have things been?”

“Hecktic,” you admitted. “I just got offered another role last week.”

“Oh, yeah? Are you going to take it?” he asked, intrigued.

You shrugged and bobbed your head side to side. “I’m not sure. It’s a rom-com and…eh.”

“You never were one for traditional roles,” he commented.

“Well, I don’t want to be stuck in those roles. I’m a pretty face and I think they want to see that but I’m having too much fun in the weird roles right now.”

“So turn it down,” he offered simply, his brows coming together slightly.

“Easy for you to say, you’ve got several successes under your belt. I don’t think I can afford to shoot it down.”

He nodded, his hands resting against his lips as he kept his elbows on the table.

“I see. So try it out. That way you can say you tried it, and who knows, you might like it.”

“True. I’ll probably accept. So any word on the James Bond front?” you questioned. You knew he got pelted with this all the time because of his entire aesthetic  - british, luxury car spokesman, always in a suit. He got annoyed with interviewers because they were just out for the tabloids and a blurb about a possible movie, but for his friends he knew it was commonplace shop talk.

“Nothing yet, and I don’t know if I’d want that role, like you, I’m a little afraid I’d get stuck in that. The british spy theme, maybe later on down the line,” he confessed before he sipped some water.

“Ah see, so I’m not the only one who’s afraid,” you teased.

“It would seem that way. Are you still reading your literature? Keeping up with it?”

You thought for a moment, in a way you felt guilty. “No, not really. I haven’t touched anything but a script since I moved out here four years ago.”

He paused a second as the awkward silence settled between you two. “Ah, well any new experiences? I know last time we worked together you hadn’t been to a few places or seen some things, what about now?”

“Oh! Yes, I went to a kangaroo reservation in Australia, that was pretty amazing. I also went kayaking in Africa. Oh, I went with Ryan Reynolds to Mexico for a small part in his new film. Never trust that man,” you informed, laughing. “Oh and in Hawaii they taught me how to spin fire. I singed my arm hair a lot but it was worth it!”

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Well it sounds like you’re living it up. Good for you.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to. What about you? I know you’re not one to turn down an adventure. What’s the great Hiddles up to?”

“Ugh, not much but traveling. It’s a promo here, a premiere there, an interview here, a signing there, a con next. It’s a whirlwind. But I did manage to surf.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, excited. “I can’t surf. Was it fun?” You sipped your drink as you realized this was almost too friendly. None of this felt like a date. It felt just like the other night of catching up. Why did drinks with James feel more intimate and romantic than this? Perhaps it was the fact that any time there was a silence between you and James you wanted to close the gap and just kiss him, or jump his bones, whichever worked.

“It was fun until I realized the instructor had given me a push because I couldn’t paddle,” he informed, followed by his laugh that always made you smile.

You laughed at this information. “Oh my god. You poor thing!” you said, still laughing.

“Yeah, not the greatest ego booster,” he admitted.

Then conversation fell short for a moment before they brought the food out.

“Plan on taking a break any time soon?” you asked, since Tom hadn’t had a break in about five years.

“No, not really. I don’t see a point to stop when I’m on a roll. What about you?”

“Absolutely not. I’m pushing through everything I can.”

“Are you keeping busy?”

“Yeah as soon as this one with James is done, I’m getting a ten episode contract for a show. I’m auditioning for a dark musical in a few weeks so…we’ll see. I plan on just loading my plate up.”

“That’s the best way,” he agreed.

The rest of dinner was pretty much talk about work. You split the bill and he drove you home, the quiet wasn’t as awkward as before but rather comfortable.

Tom opened your door and you got out of the sleek black car as he helped you out.

“I was wondering if you would like to go to the Kong premier with me?” he offered, as your elbows rested in his hands. This was the first time you’d been this close and not on a movie set. “I know we didn’t have the grandest of first dates, but I’d like to try it again.”

“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

“Excellent. It’ll be on the 30th.”

“Great. See you then.”

Tom started to incline his head and it suddenly registered that it was time to kiss him. Why couldn’t you get out of your own head? Kissing him after a date should be natural? So why did this feel pushed? This felt even less natural than when you kissed for Eternal Lovers. Forcing yourself out of your weird headspace you tried to sink into a kiss. You tilted your head the other way as your eyes locked, the moment starting to happen. A tiny smirk was on the corner of his lips as he leaned in a bit more, closing the gap. Your lips touched and it felt…nice. He was clearly an expert at kissing, and you weren’t so bad yourself. You were about to lose yourself in the kiss, really give into it, when he broke away.

“Good night,” he said quietly, his enchanting eyes searching yours, for what, you weren’t sure. Was he aware of the disconnect? Maybe it was just getting out of this headspace that he was merely a friend.

“Night,” you said barely above a whisper as you walked away into your house.

You immediately called Ida.

“Hey,” you said, pulling off your heels.

“Hey! How did it go! The fact that it’s only 11 and you’re calling me makes me think you didn’t fulfill my fantasy,” she said with sadness.

“Nope, not tonight I’m afraid.”

“You know I want to live vicariously through you, right? You have to make this happen.”

You laughed at her as you massaged your feet. “I’m trying. So dinner was nice.”

“Just nice?”

“Yeah, we caught up and stuff. It was good.”

“But?”

She knew you so well. You smiled at yourself, wishing she was next to you, but she was in Seattle.

“But it felt like I was talking to just a friend. Then we kissed.”

“And?!” she all but squealed at you.

“And…it was fine,” you said simply, shrugging as you paced around your expansive bedroom, one wall made entirely of glass, looking out over Hollywood.

“Fine? Just fine?” she challenged in a flat tone. “Kissing Tom Hiddleston was just…fine?”

“I don’t know, Ida. He just…He’s a great kisser, that wasn’t the problem. It was the spark. That spark was missing. The one I got when I kissed James on the show.”

“But I thought that was just for show?” she questioned, perplexed.

“It was, but I think something else happened between it. It went from the typical, usual staged shit to something more.”

“Well…did you set up another date or…?”

“Yeah he invited me to be his date at the Kong premiere,” you explained, watching the city twinkle beneath you.

“Wow. I know you’re going to go get a new ensemble for that,” she teased with a beautiful laugh.

You nodded even though she couldn’t see it and smiled. “You know me.”

“Maybe tonight was just first date jitters for both of you, don’t write him off yet, for both our sakes.”

You gave a half hearted smile and agreed. “Okay.”

“Alright, well, I gotta go. I’m meeting with Rolling Stone tomorrow.”

“Goodluck. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

You hung up and flopped on the bed, noticing a text from James and Tom. You read Tom’s first.

Had a wonderful time tonight, thank you for accompanying me. Have a good time shooting. I’ll see you in two weeks, we’ll make a night of it.

Me too. Thank you for a wonderful dinner. I can’t wait for the premiere, thank you for asking.”

Then you switched to James’ text.

Sorry to bother you again, just wanted to wish you a goodnight.”

A smile spread across your face without your permission.

You can bother me all you want,” you texted back, biting your lip at the honesty. It was true. James could blow up your phone for all you cared. To him it would probably seem flirty but it was just the truth. “Goodnight, James.

8

You deserve someone worthy of you and that isn’t me. That’s not what I’ve been saying. I know, that’s what I’m saying. You deserve someone better because you are selfless to a nauseating degree. You always put your daughter first even though the ungrateful urchin does nothing to contribute to the rent. So you deserve someone worthy of that grace. Someone that knows every crime scene breaks your heart even though you’d never admit it. Someone who actually appreciated your impossibly boring middle name.. ‘Jane’.

I know I’ve ranted about this before but every now and then I remember what stuff people say about this scene and Éomer and it drives me mad

Things Éomer doesn’t say:

  • women and hobbits are weak and pathetic lol now go make a sandwich for me

Things Éomer does say:

  • people getting killed is actually serious issue and war is not a game or a play of costumes

now can we please remember Éomer is a seasoned Rider who has seen trained warriors get killed in battle and is only expressing concern for innocents who don’t have his experience, and stop making it what it isn’t?

anonymous asked:

Harry played the cat eyes so well. Smile disappearing and jaw clenched. Like how does he manage to look better and better in every episode? <3 I do hope we will get another scene where Magnus shows Alec his eyes in private...

Yeah! I’d love to see Magnus drop his glamour with Alec in private too, but I have to say I really don’t mind the way they did it on the show at all. As much as I dislike the books, one thing I did always like about Magnus in them is that he’s very comfortable with his warlock mark and actually rarely glamours them except when he knows mundanes will be around (sometimes not even then.) This was always an important aspect to me about Magnus because of how much he used to hate his mark and I identified a lot with the way he’s grown to accept the things that marked him as “other.”

CGI logistics means they can’t do that on the show so while he does have to glamour them for the most part as a result, I’m glad Magnus doesn’t seem to care much about casually flashing them in a room full of Shadowhunters. It’s just not a huge deal to him and I’m happy about that. I know people wanted it to be about malec, but I have to say in this regard, I prefer it this way. Magnus’ warlock mark is what marks him as a Downworlder (minority) and so I’d much rather that it isn’t portrayed as something he’s hesitant to reveal. I find it suits his character much more.

I agree, though, Harry with the cat eyes is A++