it's not over

Everyone has that one person they can’t quite get over.
You can move forward with your life, you can find happiness elsewhere but every once in a while your mind will always linger back to this person. It just feels… unfinished… like there are things left unsaid.
But the funny thing is, even if you find this person and say all the things you want to… even if you do this time and time again, you will never get rid of that feeling. You will always feel unsettled and uneasy about the way it ended because the truth is it’s not about anything left unsaid or undone… What’s unresolved has nothing to do with words or actions – it’s your feelings. And it doesn’t matter how many times you go back to this person, weather you confront them or write them a letter or call them on the phone to say the things you feel you need to say to get closure… none of it will make a difference because deep down inside, for better or for worse… this person will always have a piece of your heart. Nothing you say or do will ever change that and it’s pointless to try so you may as well accept it.
No matter what you do… it will never be over between you.

So I just called ALL my Rep’s in my area because the whole thing for #NetNeutrality is just around the corner. Around April 20th (about) I believe the bill that’ll guzzles the money out of peoples pockets into those greedy corps will go into affect. So you know, kinda important we protect ourselves and keep Net Neutrality? So we don’t have to pay extra free to get ‘faster’ lanes and whatnot? Yeah, I wanna make sure everyone calls. Protect Net Neutrality from those corporate snakes please and yes. ^^

Here’s a link if you need to find your Rep’s. Just tell em you support Net Neutrality.

Also if ya wanna donate to help the cause or anything, here’s a link for that too.…

Have a wonderful day~<3

He Means All of Them

There was something in the way Anti said: “And for YOU, this isn’t over. I wonder what will happen to your favourite boy”

I think this was a direct address to the actual individual watching him.

Chase is very popular with the fandom but so is Dr. Schneeplestein and Anti himself. There are many that will say that Jackieboy Man is their favourite and even some that say Marvin the Magnificent is theirs.

Anti has been left open to interpretation, now he’s using that same thinking towards US.

Everyone has a different favourite so they’re all under threat, apart from Anti who probably knows what will happen anyway so the ones who call him their favourite won’t have to worry. But for the rest, it’s safe to say they’re all in danger.

It’s Not Over

Originally posted by jacklcwden

Request: “Hi! Can you write a imagine where Jack and reader are no longer dating but love’s still there and everytime they go out with their small group of friends (Tom, Ni and Fionn) Jack always gives her a flirtatious and that ‘date someone who looks at you the way — looks at —’ look. You know, long stares, Jack admiring not only her beauty but the way she talks, laughs, the way she can go from funny and dumb conversations to intelligent ones. Oh, and all the boys are rooting for them.” 

Okay, so I loved this idea and I might have gone a little over board. Anyway, I hope you love it!

Billie fidgeted in her seat as her hair and makeup team put the last touches to her look for the first day of Dunkirk interviews. She was nervous, that was for sure, not because of the interviews, she had done tons of those for past films, but because she would be seeing him again. Sitting next to him, listening to him, admiring his laugh and his quick wit, everything that had made her fall for him in the first place. But it was different this time, they had given a relationship a try, how could they not? The chemistry between them was electric; everyone knew it from the first read through of the script, both were drawn to each other like magnets. However, once filming for Dunkirk had wrapped their busy schedules didn’t allow time for one another. His star was rising and Billie’s was only getting brighter after the announcement of her part in a huge film franchise. They both decided that it was best if they ended things before they both wound up resenting one another, but she knew their story wasn’t over yet and now after months on not seeing him or speaking with him she would be face to face again. A knock on your hotel door brought Billie out of her worried thoughts and she watched her assistant, Maggie go and see who it was. 

“Is Billie here, or has she already gone down?” she heard a sweet British voice ask Maggie very politely. 

“Tom!” she started to jump out of her seat but was pushed down by the guy finishing her hair. “Oh sorry.” she apologized, taking her seat again, and holding her hand out towards Tom. “I’m so glad to see you, I’ve missed you like crazy.” 

“And I’ve missed you, big sis.” Tom smiled, taking her hand and giving it a loving squeeze. 

“Sit down and tell me all about your life while I finish up.” She beamed at the young man who had played her younger brother in the film. “How’s your play going?” Tom sat down on the bed and told her all about everything that was going on in his life, she couldn’t stop smiling at him as he did, the bond the two at formed on set was unbreakable and she adored just being in his presence. As soon as her team had finished with her last touches, she stood up and finally gave Tom the hug she wanted to before. “Ready?” she smiled and they both left Billie’s hotel room alone and headed towards the elevators. 

“So have you seen him yet?” he asked, while they waited for the elevator to come. 

“Not yet.” Billie nervously bit her bottom lip, “It’ll be fine, we ended on good terms, so no hard feelings.” The elevator doors opened and they both stepped in. 

“I have to admit,” Tom started, “I was a bit shocked when I learned that you ended it. I mean I thought it was end game for you both.” Tom was the one on set who had encouraged her the most to set aside her rule about not dating costars and give a relationship with Jack a go. 

“Guess not.” she shrugged, stepping off the elevator and heading down to the rooms where interviews were being held. “What room are you in?” she looked at Tom, knowing that they were not starting the morning off together, but wanting to change the topic. 

“I’m with Jack. You?” Just the sound of his name made her stomach twirl with butterflies. 

“I’m with Mark and Berry, but we’ll be together after lunch.” She smiled, knowing that Tom wasn’t the only one joining her after lunch. 

“Well have fun.” He nodded before heading into his interview room. 

Jack’s head shot up as the door opened, he knew she wouldn’t be in the morning interviews with him, but something deep down still gave him hope that it was her. He sighed and his lips formed a small frown when he saw Tom enter the room. 

“Nice to see you too mate.” Tom laughed and he made his way over to the empty chair next to Jack. 

“I’m sorry,” Jack smiled, “I just thought…” 

“You thought I was Bill.” Tom smirked and gave his older friend a knowing look.

“S’bad?” Jack blushed, knowing that he shouldn’t be worried about her or still thinking about her the way that he was. Ever since they had agreed to not see each other anymore he was going crazy, everything reminded him of her, he couldn’t go two hours without her popping up in his head in one way or another. And now, he would have to see her again, he didn’t know how he was going to survive. 

“Nah,” Tom nudged him, “I actually just rode down with her.” 

“And?” Jack felt a twinge of jealousy in his stomach, even though he knew there was no need for it. 

“She looks quite fit.” Tom laughed, “All that training for her new films has really made her, well, hotter. If that was even possible.” 

“Great,” Jack moaned, “Just great.” That was the last thing that Jack needed to hear, she was already perfect in his mind, he didn’t know it was even possible for her to be even more perfect. Just then the first interviewer sat down in front of them and started what was a long morning of interviews. 

It was just after lunch and Billie making her way to the larger room where she would be joined by the whole cast as well as Chris for a large group interview. She stopped in front of the door, taking a big breath to ease her nerves before opening the door and coming face to face with Jack. She entered the busy room and took in all of the hustle and bustle around, quickly scanning it for Jack. She didn’t notice him right away and decided to make her way over to the group of chairs where Mark and Chris were already sitting. She was greeted with warm smiles from both men along with a huge hug from Chris. 

“So nice to see you again.” Chris smiled as he released her from his arms and retook his seat, she took the seat next to him in the front row. Billie spent a few minuets catching up with Chris and Mark, telling them all about her new film and how she were nervous she’d be letting fans of the franchise down. She was mid story when a familiar laugh made her freeze and lose track of what she were saying. It was as if the world shifted, a feeling she often felt when in the same room as him. 

“I’m sorry, what was I saying?” She apologized to Chris. 

“It’s okay,” he assured her, “It looks like we’re about to start anyway.” He nodded to what was behind her, she slowly turned around and was greeted by the group of boys she had grown to love during the course of filming. 

“B!” Harry said as he scooped her up off her feet and gave her a twirl around, “Oh how I’ve missed you.” 

“Oh Styles,” she giggled as he sat her back down. “I’ve missed you too.” Behind Harry was Fionn, who she soon greeted and hugged as well. She had turned back around to take her seat when she heard a cough from behind her. She looked back and was greeted by a pair of blue eyes she only knew too well. “Jack.” Billie said in a sort of whisper, her mouth becoming dry. She was somewhat taken a back by his appearance, he was sporting a full beard, something she had never seen before. She didn’t hate it; in fact it gave him a manlier look. She also noticed the muscles he had gained while filming Fighting With My Family, making his shoulders a bit broader and his physique more formed. 

“It’s nice to see ye Bill.” He smiled, his dimples still noticeable from under his beard. 

“You too.” She smiled, never breaking eye contact from him. And just like every time the two were together, they couldn’t take your eyes off each other, everything else in the room melting away, as if they were the only two people on earth. She didn’t know how long they had been standing there before the sound of Barry’s voice broke them out of their trance. 

“We get that ya both luv each other, but can ya save the stares for later?” He laughed causing her and Jack’s faces to blush. She looked around and saw the other boys and snickering. 

“Sorry.” She mumbled, taking her seat next to Chris and watching Jack take the seat behind her out of the corner of her eye. 

The interviewer wasn’t one question into the interview before all of Jack’s attention was on Billie. He swore he’d never met a girl quite like her before. She made his heart race and his head cloudy. When he was with her he couldn’t seem to think straight. But he knew, he wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world. He peered at her out of the corner of his eye, watching the careful way in which she tucked her hair behind her ear, how she threw her head back when she laughed and how her eyebrows scrunched together when she was focusing on the interviewer asking her a question. 

“It’s not nice ta stare.” Barry whispered in Jacks ear causing him to sit up straighter and look at his friend. 

“And the film has a touch of romance.” The interviewer noted, “I hear that wasn’t always indented for the film, is that true?” She asked. Everyone besides Chris, Jack and Billie started to laugh; they all knew what she was talking about. Jack’s eyes looked at Billie and he noticed she was looking down towards her lap and the slight flush of pink appearing in her cheeks. 

“That’s true.” Chris nodded, “I didn’t write it in at first, but after we all had the first read through, there was no way to deny that there was something special between Billie and Jack. So, Emma and I spoke and thought it made sense, it worked out well since both of their characters end up on the boat together.” Chris smiled and looked at Billie. 

“I think it’s nice to have it in there.” Fionn jumped in. “Gives the film some hope in the end.” He looked towards her as well and gave her a reassuring nod. 

“And that ‘something special’ was only on screen?” The interviewer asked.

“Yes,” Billie began, “I mean, I think anyone would have something special when acting along side Jack, he’s a wonderful scene partner that really listens and gives you his all. He makes it very easy to fall in love with him, and that was what Elizabeth, my character did.” Jack watched as she turned around and gave him a small smile. 

“And it wasn’t like it was hard to fall in love with Bill either.” Jack smiled, using her nick name and still looking down at her, “I mean there are worse people to be stuck on a boat with. Like Barry or Tom here.” They both laughed, as that was a joke they had shared between themselves all while filming. 

“Will you two just get a room already?” Tom joked, causing the others to start laughing and breaking Billie and Jack’s small moment. “Oh shut it.” Jack elbowed Tom in the side “Yer just jealous.” Billie couldn’t help but giggle, the moment taking her back to a year earlier when they were all filming on the small boat together. 

The interview wrapped and they were all free for the rest of the night. Billie handed her mic pack back to the sound guy and made her way to the door, excited for the hotel robe, wine and room service that was waiting back in her room. 

“Oy, Bill,” Fionn shouted behind her right before she reached the door, “What are you doing tonight?” 

“I have a date with a nice Rosé.” 

“Boring.” Fionn smiled and she stuck her tongue out at him. “Come to my room tonight and spend some time with me and the lads, like old times.” 

“That sounds nice.” she sighed. 

“Great, we’ll see you at eight.” And with that he was running back over to where the rest of the boys were, she could see them all huddle as if they were up to something. 

“They’re trying te get us back together.” Jack whispered in her ear causing her to turn around quickly and lose her balance. And as if nothing happened Jack reached out and placed his hands around her hips to steady her. Billie glared up at him, taking in every inch of his face, finally focusing on his eyes. She could picture them perfectly, even if he was nowhere in sight. The bright blue pigments of Jacks’ eyes were forever etched into her brain. Those almond shaped eyes that expressed his every thought and feeling. Those deep pools of energy and excitement, always so full of life and laughter. Since the very first moment she’d met him, his sea blue eyes had captivated her, and instantly stolen her heart. Gazing back at her, it was plain to see the love he held for her, just by the simple way his eyes crinkled with a smile. 

“What?” he asked, voice dripping with curiosity for the way she looked at him.

“Nothing,” she murmured, shaking her head softly, “just you’re still holding me, is all.” 

“Can’t tell me ye minded.” He laughed as he removed his hands, causing her to miss them the moment he did. 

“Don’t do that.” she shook her head and took a step back, knowing that the closeness was too much for her. 

“Do what?” He smirked, knowing the effect he had on her and taking a step closer. 

“This,” she pointed her finger up and down at him, “this classic Jack stuff, we agreed to be just friends remember.” 

“Right,” his tongue slipped out of his mouth and ran across his bottom lip. “Well, I guess I’ll see ye around, friend.” He smiled and backed away towards the other boys. Billie stood there, trying to catch her breath and ignore the burning fire Jack had caused inside of her. 

And before anyone else could stop her, she ran to the elevator ready to take a long cold shower.

It was ten past eight and Billie stood outside Fionn’s door listening to the familiar laughter from within, she took a deep breath, gasped her bottle of wine a little tighter and knocked on the door. Before she could count to ten the door swung open and a bright smiling Aneurin was standing in front of her with arms spread wide open. 

“If it isn’t our little Jedi herself” he joked before wrapping his arms around her. Aneurin had always been a huge Star Wars fan and was quite jealous when he learned Billie had been cast in the franchise. 

“Shut up!” She laughed, “We missed you today.” 

“Well, I’m here now.” He pulled her in and closed the door behind them, “Come on, I’ll pour you a glass and we can catch up.” He took her bottle of wine and she followed him into where everyone was. She smiled at Tom and Harry who were deep in a debate about something she couldn’t hear. She scanned the room looking for Jack and found him over by the window with Fionn watching Barry retell some animated story of his. Their eyes locked and Jack smiled giving her a small wink, causing her to blush and look away quickly. “Here you go.” Aneurin handed her a glass of wine and she happily took it, taking a huge sip before even thinking twice. “I’m going to make a drink and I’ll meet you over on the sofa, I want to hear all about your lightsaber training.” He nudged her towards the sofa. 

Billie hadn’t been sitting for a second before Jack came and plopped down beside her on the sofa, nudging her playfully as she made herself comfortable. It was like old times and for a moment she thought about their time together last summer. His hand found her knee, and he began lightly tracing patterns into the worn fabric of her jeans. Glancing over at him, she saw the way he looked at her, eyes unwavering. His touch was soothing, like a familiar dream, or a memory from your childhood. Having him close never failed to give Billie a sense of security. It was almost as if every moment held some unseen promise. A promise for the future, a promise for unconditional love. Casually, she patted his chest, fingers drawing aimless circles into the fabric of his shirt. Smirking at one another, they both simultaneously hoisted their feet onto the coffee table in front of them. Side-by-side, they knocked their feet together playfully with each other, playing a subtle game of footsie. 

“And you tell us it’s over between you two.” Aneurin let out a chuckle from behind them as he watched them goof around, walking over to sit down on the chair across from them. Billie blushed, getting up quickly and excusing herrself, desperately needing some space to help clear her muddled mind. She went out into the hallway, pressing her back against the wall and sliding down onto the floor. A moment later, she heard the door reopen and close, Jack following her out the door. Sitting down beside her on the hallway floor, he pushed the hair from her face, carefully tucking the silky strands behind her ear. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. His fingers linger on her skin a moment longer than necessary, and she could see in his clear blue eyes, all the words he never got to say. Shaking her head, she pulled away. 

“Jack, I cant. I can’t do this.” she whisper, training her eyes on the ground. And that’s when it happened. A slight tilt of her head, and suddenly, it was like Jack was seeing her for the first time. All the feelings he’d been harboring for her, now rising to the surface of his heart, as he looked sideways at her. She sat with her legs tucked delicately beneath her, oblivious to the fact that he was staring at her. But he couldn’t help it, Billie drove him crazy; her smile, her attitude, the little way her nose scrunches up when she laughed. His head was swirling with all the words he wanted to say, until finally he blurts them all out.

“I love ye. I’ve loved ye for so long,” he murmured. “I feel ye burning under my skin, ye consume my thoughts. I lose sleep thinking about the future. About ya. All I can see is ya. And I know ye say it’s over, but ye and I both know that it’s not over, it never was. It’s only just beginning.” Billie looked at him in awe, tears filling in her eyes, captivated by the words she’d only ever dreamed of hearing him say. Without a moment of hesitation, she leaned over, and crashed a smiling kiss to his lips. Ready to start their forever.

In it for the money

She cannot, will not ever understand this man.

This man who swore up and down to her in the cockpit of his ramshackle ship, “I’m not in it for your revolution, and I’m not it in it for you, Princess. I expect to be well paid. I’m in it for the money.” And then came back when any real mercenary would’ve flown far away.

And stayed, while every other day complaining about lousy payment and shit food and suicide missions. Sassing her right back when she called his bluff, when she pulled herself into her most imperious posture to declare, “Well, Captain Solo, you certainly are welcome to find employment elsewhere if this arrangement no longer suits you.”

He refused to go, he refused to stay, and somehow his refusals had turned into three years of this arrangement he continued to swear was about the money, damn it, both his reasons to stay and his reasons to go.

If he weren’t so damned useful, she would’ve told the High Command to cut him loose ages ago, but she somehow kept defending him to them. If he didn’t always have those fresh juices and that asteria water and those home-cooked meals on his ship, she would never have set foot on that piece of junk after landing at Yavin. If he hadn’t been the only one to make her feel something, anything after Alderaan—even if that something was sometimes irritation or the occasional burst of rage—she wouldn’t have deigned to even speak to him, much less become friends.

And yes, they did seem to have become friends, somehow. Good ones, even. (All the whispers that it was more than that tripped the silent alarms in her brain, but she ignored them. She wasn’t afraid of rumors; what had her years in the Imperial Senate been if not excellent training in ignoring that?)

Still, that exchange she’d overheard this morning had thrown her a bit.

“Of course he wants to accompany her on this mission—he’s just waiting for a chance to cash in on another reward for rescuing her,” Dodonna had said bitterly.

Rieekan had sounded angrier than Leia had ever heard him. “Jan, HE GAVE IT BACK!”

Leia felt oddly vulnerable as she walked up the Falcon’s ramp and into the ship. Naked, almost. Not really fully in control of her body, but somehow propelled forward. She greeted Chewie and headed to the cockpit, where Han was rewiring the communications systems. Even Han accidentally bumping his head on the control panel as he turned to look up at her failed to break her focus, though his gentle smile steadied her.

She could not, would not ever understand this man, but she had to know—

“Were you ever going to tell me?”


To paraphrase Chuck Jones, “If you’re going to draw a funny horse, you better know how to draw a real one.”  

Top: original drawing by Chuck Jones, graphite and colored pencil on 12 field animation paper, circa 1965

Bottom: original layout drawing by Chuck Jones, graphite on 12 field animation paper, 1957, for “What’s Opera, Doc?”

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It's not over
Secondhand Serenade
It's not over

My tears run down like razorblades
And no, Im not the one to blame
Its you or is it me?

And all the words we never say
Come out and now were all ashamed
And theres no sense in playing games
When you’ve done all you can do

But now its over, its over, why is it over?
We had the chance to make it
Now its over, its over, it cant be over
I wish that I could take it back but its over