its meant to be a surprise

Celebrating African-American Social Dance

This is the Bop. The Bop is a type of social dance. Dance is a language, and social dance is an expression that emerges from a community. A social dance isn’t choreographed by any one person. It can’t be traced to any one moment. Each dance has steps that everyone can agree on, but it’s about the individual and their creative identity Because of that, social dances bubble up, they change, and they spread like wildfire. They are as old as our remembered history.

In African-American social dances, we see over 200 years of how African and African-American traditions influenced our history. The present always contains the past. And the past shapes who we are and who we will be.

Now, social dance is about community and connection; if you knew the steps, it meant you belonged to a group. But what if it becomes a worldwide craze? Enter the Twist.

It’s no surprise that the Twist can be traced back to the 19th century, brought to America from the Congo during slavery. But in the late ‘50s, right before the Civil Rights Movement, the Twist is popularized by Chubby Checker and Dick Clark. Suddenly, everybody’s doing the Twist: white teenagers, kids in Latin America, making its way into songs and movies. Through social dance, the boundaries between groups become blurred.

The story continues in the 1980s and '90s. Along with the emergence of hip-hop, African-American social dance took on even more visibility, borrowing from its long past, shaping culture and being shaped by it. Today, these dances continue to evolve, grow and spread.

Why do we dance? To move, to let loose, to express.

Why do we dance together? To heal, to remember, to say: “We speak a common language. We exist and we are free.”

From the TED-Ed Lesson The history of African-American social dance - Camille A. Brown

Camille A. Brown is a choreographer fusing dance and social commentary to explore race, sexuality and femininity.

Title Design by Kozmonot Animation Studio 

8th Year Quidditch Commentary
  • Luna: Ooh, Harry and Draco just completely missed the snitch again! Ron doesn't seem too happy about that. It's okay Ron, I'm sure they'll get together soon and be able to focus on something besides each other's arses—
  • McGonagall: MISS LOVEGOOD!
  • Luna: Sorry, Minerva! But I admit I can see why! I've always found Draco's bottom to be very shapely, and Harry's has recently become really toned—
  • McGonagall: I swear to you Miss Lovegood, I WILL replace you if you are incapable of focusing on Quidditch!
  • Luna: Oh, look! I think Slytherin has just scored. Whatever were you looking over here for, Ron? Anyway, Harry and Draco must both have a case of the Woomplies because just look at that tension! Come on, kiss him, Harry!
  • McGonagall: This is NOT a platform for you to make up some complete nonsense about— Oh, good lord.
  • Luna: Oh!! And it was actually Draco who went in for the kiss! That was a surprise! Harry seems quite excited about it though. Wow, they really are quite lovely together, don't you all think? Of course, Ginny is the loveliest player of all, but since this commentary is meant to target the interests of the entire student body, I will avoid discussing my girlfriend's beautiful, firm—
  • McGonagall: THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH, MISS LOVEGOOD!
  • Luna: Ooh, look! Slytherin have scored three more goals! Ronald seems very distracted. It's okay, Ron! I'm sure there will always be a place for you in Harry's heart!
  • McGonagall: I need a fucking drink.

Happy birthday @brewka!!! <333

I hope you like my present for you and that have a wonderful day :))))

Honestly if it wasn’t for Sanvers I would not be watching Supergirl right now. The writers are fucking everything up. What the hell is going on???? There’s so many plotlines that couldn’t even be connected with a 10 foot pole. Not to mention the total erasure of Kara’s independent stories. Now its all about liking Mon-El who is an absolutely horrible person. Are they forgetting the fact that he literally is still lying to everyone about his origins?

And please miss me with that ooc characterization of Alex. She would never fucking ditch Kara on her earth birthday, no matter which fucking concert is happening. She’d more likely go out with Kara and bring Maggie along. And she would NEVER ENCOURAGE KARA TO DATE A FUCKBOY WTF

And we all know what changed. I can’t say I’m surprised that moving to CW also meant bad plots and cliche straight-white romances but I’d like them to stop ruining this beautiful show.

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Oingo Boingo - Back To School

anonymous asked:

Hey in a post you said "For the longest time I could’ve sworn there was an episode where Dean only had hours to live and his one objective was to see Cas before he ran out of time. I wanna say they sat in the backseat of a car together?"which episode is that? Thanks!

(This is the post being referenced in case anyone else needs context.)

Hey Nonny, I was referring to one of the excellent episodes of the most recent season. 12.09 First Blood. 

I don’t know if you didn’t watch or don’t remember, but in the episode Dean and Sam had been locked up in a government facility for weeks but no one knew where they were, just that they had been taken and were missing for a while.

Not that any broken-hearted individuals were counting.

So, Dean and Sam make a deal with sexy Reaper Billie that she’ll help them bust outta there and in return they agree that one of them will die super for real by midnight or some such Cinderella-esque nonsense. 

Point is, they get out and are on the clock, running down time until it’s game over. And Dean–who is definitely on the chopping block since the whole thing was his idea and he could never let his son/brother die in his place–he gets out of there and uses a phone to call Cas. 

Call 1: rings and goes to voice mail. 

Call 2: still no answer 

(Can you tell Kas Cas is on his mind???)

Call 3: Cas finally, finally  picks up. Good thing too. I don’t think Dean would have called anyone else. I mean, he could have and he doesn’t. He’s not calling for help or because he and Sam need a ride. They’re the fucking Winchesters and this isn’t their first prison break. 

He doesn’t call his mom. Or another hunter. Even though either could be hours closer to his location. He doesn’t even call Crowley who worked with them in the previous episode and was shown apparating with Kelly Klein in tow. He doesn’t try any of those things because this isn’t about need. It’s about want. Dean knew he was dying by the end of the day. He told Cas to haul ass just because he wanted to see him one last time. 

Look at his shocked face when he gets to.

Sam is surprised too, but if you watch the scene Dean looks like he can hardly believe they just trampled their way through some trees and found Cas. 

Anyway, they all pile in the car and Dean sits in the back with Cas.  The clock strikes midnight.  Dean’s time is up and we get this shot.

Life over. 

Much regret.

Almost like there was something he meant to do. 

Originally posted by dmitri-mish-ackles

anonymous asked:

I always imagine Draco gardening, (idk because he gardened with his mom when he was little maybe?) anyway, now I've imagined Harry coming to see Draco, spotting him with dirt on his cheek and knees scuffed from the ground. I can't decide how Harry would react though. Would he think it's cute? Out of character? Weird?

As Harry walks down the stone steps into Draco’s garden, he can’t help but feel as if he is trespassing upon a scene he isn’t meant to see.

He’d known he wasn’t due at Draco’s til half past noon but he’d been bored and restless at his flat alone, and if truth be told he’d missed Draco something terrible after a week away on assignment.  So on a whim he’d tried to use the floo a few hours early and had been pleasantly surprised to find Draco had left the connection open for him.

Except when he’d stepped out into the lounge he’d not seen Draco anywhere.  He’d called out for him, and poked around his house, but there was no sign of him anywhere.  Harry had almost started to worry that something might be wrong until he’d noticed the kitchen door ajar which had led him out into the dewy, sunlit garden.  

It was unusually warm for this time of year and Harry had only expected to find Draco enjoying the sunshine.  He mostly definitely hadn’t expected to find Draco on his knees amongst a bed of flowers; his sleeves rolled up and grass stains on his knees.  But what Harry found most startling was the sight of Draco bent over on his hands and knees, a line of sweat dripping down his neck and his long, elegant fingers digging into the dark, rich soil.

Harry wasn’t sure why he found it so shocking, he’d known Draco liked to take care of his own flowers.  He’d told him as much on their third date, mentioning how he used to tend to the flowers in the garden with his mother as a child.   He’d said it casually enough at the time as if it was nothing, but Harry had known then it was Draco’s way of revealing something very intimate about himself to Harry.  The significance of that small comment had not been lost on him.

However there was a big difference between knowing Draco liked to garden and seeing him work the earth with his bare hands.  Harry wasn’t sure what it was exactly, all he knew was that the sight before him made his clothes feel too small and his heart feel too big.

And so when Draco abruptly stands a moment later, embarrassed and rubbing his hands on his pants Harry nearly sprints across the garden, pressing Draco back against the stone wall and tangling his fingers into Draco’s and holding on as if trying to anchor himself.  There is something different about this kiss, something raw and desperate and Harry dimly wonders if Draco feels as exposed as he does.

“If I’d have known you liked to see me dirty I might’ve invited you over to watch me garden a long time ago,” Draco teases when they finally stop kissing, his eyes locked on Harry with a gentle fondness that makes his chest ache.

“I love you,” Harry whispers quite suddenly.

Draco doesn’t say anything at first, just blinks a few times and Harry’s stomach drops immediately, wondering if he’s misread the moment.  But then its Draco’s turn to nearly slam Harry back against the wall, kissing him as if his life depends upon it.  

Draco doesn’t say anything, doesn’t say the words back, but his hands tremble as he hold’s onto Harry, pressing messy kisses to his neck and face and just about  anywhere he can reach. 

 And Harry smiles, because Draco hasn’t said the words out loud, but its in his eyes and his touch and his smile, and he knows that Draco is saying it back in his own way.  So Harry closes his eyes, letting Draco’s touches wash over him as he inhales the smell of grass and dirt, memorizing every moment and relishing in the overwhelming sensation of being loved.

Expedition to Sol2487-3 Pt.3

Still shocked from the total annihilation of our ship and half of our crew, whereas another one was grievously wounded and at death’s door, we retreatet into the field again.
That pitchblack winged avatar of doom wasn’t alone anymore. Hordes of them circled in the sky and stalked through the shredded pieces of our ship, scavenging the mortal remains of our crew, of our comrades, of our friends.
And there was nothing we could do about it. Even with full force, our weapons would barely harm even one of those sick bastards, let alone drive the whole flock away. So all we could do was accept, retreat and reconsider our situation - or going nuts, like Üprrkl, a Pjörecian scientist under command of Dr. Proaxl.
“We’re done for! We all gonna die! Abandon all hope, for there is no chance we’re gonna make it! Our ship - gone! Our supplies - gone! Our respiratory systems - at 35%! Our…”
It was my first mate Xato Nexgrra, who attended to him. Calmly he put his weapon away, crawled over to the shivering, babbling formerly rational man. He sat down before him, showed an understanding glimpse. And hit him full throttle with all fifteen of his whip like limbs right in his face.
“SHUT! THE HELL! UP!”
The scientist, completly taken by surprise, obeyed speechless while rubbing his left face knob.

Dr. Proaxl made a harrumphing noise - how exactly, without a throat, has kept me riddling ever since. I apologised to her.
“I’m afraid one of the ship operating squad under my command laid a hand - or fifteen - on one of your squad members. It shall not repeat.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t apologise. I wanted to thank you, Xato Nexgrra, for I would have slapped him myself if I had arms. It’s no help giving in to despair. We have to focus on surviving, and first in securing treatment for Loxxar Kraes. We were able to stop the bleeding for now, but he indeed won’t make it if we can’t prevent an inflammation of the wound and stop his pain. It’s at dangerous levels right now.”
“J-just leave me behind” coughed the wounded soldier, and it seemed to drain all virtue out of him.
“NO WAY!!!” I had to hold back an emotional shivering, for it was not my words alone, but nine out of ten of us said it in chorus, even the lower ranks went all out and ignored military discipline to decline his demand. Alone Üprrkl didn’t say anything and I didn’t care whether it wasn’t his opinion or he just had accepted to shut the hell up.
Loxxar Kraes barked stertorously and closed his eyes, but his mime told me he felt proud and gratefull of his men and the rest of us.

“Allright, we can’t stay here, we have to move to find shelter, maybe supplies or even medicine. The road is out of the question, those flying spawns of hell would tear us apart. That round fluffy thing from before was at least peaceful when we didn’t try to touch it’s food. So through the woods, it is. Praxx, Rae’krotar, you both carry Loxxar Kraes. Dr. Proaxl and her squad around you, and Xato Nexgrra at the back, Lsrl Krck and Koarl cover the sides, I’ll take the lead. I’d say we follow the course of the road, maybe we find the sentinent life form and can request their help. Weapons alltime at the ready! Let’s go!”

Our formation ranged carefully through the terrain. After some distance, Dr Proaxl closed op to me.
“Loxxar Kraes is a fine soldier. Not many could endure this level of pain that long. But we have to hurry.”
I didn’t answer, just grumbled for myself.
The doc’s nebulous body touched my arm and immediately her voice rang inside of my mind: “Do you believe it would be wise to force contact to this world’s inhabitants?”
Under normal circumstances, this violation of my personal space would be considered grievely rude both in military and social ways, and if this would be any other day, Dr. Proaxl would be the last person in the whole universe who would nonchalantly cross that line. But this was not normal, this was not every other day, and we were not a IFPS ship’s crew anymore, we were cast aways, brothers and sisters who shared a gruesome fate.
And I realised immediatly, she only asked me in mind so the others couldn’t hear it and fuel up their doubts and latent despair.
“Have we any other choice?” I thought.
I didn’t get an answer.

Time was against us, in more than one way. We all knew that Üprrkl had hit the nail on the head. And any stand - the IFPS’ standardized unit of time - brought us nearer to the end - of whatever it might be. We swapped our positions, so everyone had once to carry our wounded companion, but it did’t help the fact all of us grew hungry and tired and slowed down.

“Let’s rest. It’s no use if anyone of us broke down. 20 stands to regain some stamina.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have something to eat?” asked Koarl.
“I ain’t gonna touch those grains!” yelled Rae’krotar.
We had seen some shadows of what might be those fluffy round beasts or any other lifeform of this planet. But since those shadows didn’t bother to come closer to us, we had no mentionable encounter since the disaster with our ship. And we intended to keep it that way, so we took some detours to avoid getting too near to any scattered grains crossing our path.
“Guys…”
It was Üprrkl. Xato Nexgrra’s slapping had shut him up for quite the time, but eventually he started to murmur his “we gonna die, we gonna starve, we gona suffocate” again and no one had the virtue to slap him again - at least hard enough so it would have any effect. So we decided to ignore him.
“Guys!!!….”
“Just what the heck is your probl… oh.”
“Seems like we gonna be the food.”
Behind our backs, two glowing yellow eyes glanced through the long shadows of the streaks. As I could recall, they were even bigger than that winged black bastard’s ones, and both of them starred at us simultaniously, frontal. The black pupils were narrow slits, and in the cornea we could see our own reflections.
“Those eyes are aligned to create two overlapping fields of view, capable of exact depth perception. It’s a predator!” proclaimed Üprrkl. What an unnecessary piece of information. As if those fangs and claws wouldn’t be self-explanatory. The body of the creature, probaply even bigger than the black flying monsters, huddled up, not in a defending way, but to prepare for a jumping attack. Even if you could only assume the whole size - most of it was covered by the shadows - one could tell the attack was imminent.

Suddenly, the earth shattered.
“KI…KI…KI..HE…KI…KI…KI…” It was a deafening noise, followed by an earthquake. And another one. And another.
“Those are steps!” screamed Üprrkl. Oh I began to hate his constantly uttering of the obvious.
The monster ceased preparing his attack and looked up to the sky. Up to it’s full size and coming one step into the light, it was so frickin’ huge it could have swallod one of us at whole. But there was something even more frickin’ Xaleates damn huge bursting through the tops of the cultivated grass: A giant! A frickin’ gigantic giant! With a head taller than a mountain and limbs longer than our former ship’s supply tunnels, with five appendices at their ends, forming grotesk claws like parts of construction site vehicles.
“AH…THE…U…R…IT… TI… TO… GO… HO…”
The gigantic limb reached for the “smaller” monster’s neck and pulled it upwards. The “little” monsters hung like a sack, obviously devote to its unavoidable fate.
The giant lifted the monster to its breast and hold it firm, then it threw its glance onto us. Parallel eyes! A predator like nothing comparable in the universe!
“OH… IT… U…! I… SA… UR… SHI… CRA… AN… TRY… TO… HE… U… BUT… U… WE… GO…” growled the giant. We were to frightened to move just a single limb, let allone run away. Only Dr. Proaxl - who hadn’t limbs - could move. And she went straight up to the giant, levitating right to his head.
“No! Doctor!” I screamed, but she ignored me.
The giant stared at her with wide opened eyes, studiing its prey to the fullest.
Dr. Proaxl had now reached its head, passed the enormous jaw with teeth big like daggers, meant to crush anything between it. Then she went straight for a single prominent knob in the middle of the giant’s face - and touched it.
The pupils of the giant widened vastly as Dr. Proaxl entered its mind.
“Oh, what pleasant surprise!” her voice chimed down to us. “It’s this world’s  sentinent inhabitant. It’s willing to help us. And it’s a pup.”

the signs as my favorite andrew rannells tweets
  • aries: A man on the street just yelled at me, "Don't you run from me, Ken!" I don't know what it meant, but I was frightened.
  • taurus: My 10 year old niece just asked me why so many men in NYC are wearing women's t-shirts. Good eye, kiddo.
  • gemini: Here's a tip: When meeting with major network executives don't casually use the term "fingered". It doesn't always play in the room.
  • cancer: Right now I am really into ordering stuff on Amazon and then when it arrives, I act surprised, like it's a present from someone.
  • leo: If one more person tells me how close I am to the GD mountains...Who is just driving to the mountains?! Why would that be enjoyable for me?
  • virgo: Someone just referred to me as "Big Boss Man". I felt condescended and aroused all at the same time.
  • libra: "May I suggest something? Shut up." -A woman to her husband in the LAX security line.
  • scorpio: There are few things as terrifying as a pack of New York City school children. It was like urban Lord of the Flies on the subway just now.
  • satittarius: "Who's acting like a bitch now, MOM?!" -girl next to me to her mom at the Denver Airport. #Christmasisover
  • capricorn: Why is Rihanna selling coconut water?
  • aquarius: I am a little too proud of myself when I go Christmas shopping and I don't come back with just a bunch of shit for myself.
  • pisces: To the woman with her cat on a leash at Paper Source: Get it together. Also, why am I at Paper Source?
DTR

DTR= Determining the Relationship. (It’s an inside joke and I’m the only one who’ll understand it lol). 

Requested by @mikimiska113 and @flyinposts and a bunch of anons. 

The boat rocked on the waves, the soft ebb and flow washing against the exterior. It was choppier than normal and she knew that some of the crew members would be up on the top deck being sick over the side of the boat, but Dany never was. She was just at home on the water as she was on land. She liked to think it was because something in her remembered her flight to Dragonstone when she was nothing more than a spark of possibility; remembered her family being torn apart. 

It reminded her of all the time she spent on ships as a child, fleeing from one place to another but never settling down long enough anywhere to truly call it her home. It reminded her of nights when she’d played quietly in the corner with her dolls, or read by candlelight, or sat and stared out at the waves praying that Viserys wouldn’t look at her in that way he so often had. 

But she’d never expected this. Not even in her wildest daydreams, the ones she’d laughingly confessed to Missandei during her nightly baths. 

Their lovemaking had lost its feverished pace a long time ago; now the sex was soft and exploratory, the passion quiet and restrained as the events of the day caught up with them and they lost the initial frenzied desire to make each other theirs. 

He had a beautiful body. She didn’t know why she’d never noticed it before; she’d noticed, certainly, how the hard lines of his muscles stood out on his chest and how soft and silky his hair was-but now that she could see it in its entirety, the hard lines and smooth planes, the scars on his chest that did nothing to mar his beauty but added to his intrigue…all she could do was kiss him again and again, feeling her mouth meld into his…

She let out a little moan in the back of her throat and Jon’s lips traced along her collarbone. She couldn’t remember ever being loved like this, ever even imagining a love like this was even possible…

Just then the door opened. “Your grace, I was hoping that we could discuss-”

They quickly disentangled themselves. Dany looked around somewhat desperately, casting about for her clothes-which had somehow ended up on the other side of the room. Jon looked just as abashed, and eventually she compromised by pulling the blanket over both of them. “Yes Lord Tyrion?”

Tyrion didn’t look fazed-or at least, if he was surprised to see them both naked in her chambers he didn’t say anything about it. “I can see the two of you are busy. I’ll come back in the morning.” He turned and left abruptly, making sure he closed the door behind him on his way out. 

There was a long silence between them. It was one thing to make love when you were sure you weren’t being watched and no one knew, where you could forget about it in the morning if something went wrong. It was quite another to know that you’d been discovered and found out. It added another level of realism to the entire encounter, like a dream they could wake up from. 

And she didn’t want Jon to leave. Not now. Not like this. 

He laughed softly and she couldn’t help laughing either-though her heart beat nervously, wondering if this was the moment when they would both come to their senses and realize that they shouldn’t be doing this. “I suppose we could have been quieter…”

“I don’t want to be quiet,” she replied. “He should have knocked.” 

He lay on his back and for a moment they were silent, listening to the water lap against the boat’s hull. She was tempted to say something, to break the silence that had somehow sprung up between them…but she stayed quiet, sensing Jon was just gathering his thoughts as he so often did. He was never one to speak his mind, without thinking it through first. 

Finally he sat up abruptly, the sheet falling down and making the candlelight dance across his chest. “If I was too forward-”

She had to kiss him to keep him quiet, to convey all of her love for him and all of the happiness he gave her, simply be being who he was. “You were wonderful.” 

“We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“I know.” But neither of them made any move to get out of bed; it might have been the wrong time, the wrong place, but there was something that pulled them together-some kind of thread that kept them from straying too far from each other. “Do you always wear your hair that way?”

He touched the top of his bun, looking hurt (Tyrion sometimes said that his hair was almost as pretty as hers). “What’s wrong with it?” 

“It just doesn’t seem comfortable to sleep in.” She raised a hand to touch it and he didn’t tell her to stop, even as she took out a handful of pins. His hair cascaded down around his shoulders, smooth and silky, and it fell through her fingers like water when she touched it. It nearly made her wet again. “You should wear your hair down more often, Lord Snow.”

His smile was abashed but his touch was firm as he touched her own hair, the intricate braids that criscrossed the back of her head. “And how long does it take you to do your hair in the mornings?”

Without taking her eyes off of him (she loved his eyes; she could get lost in his eyes) she started to undo the braids that Missandei had done up so carefully that morning. She felt strangely exposed when she let her hair down, feeling its weight touch the back of her neck. It felt as if she was showing him part of herself, something that she hadn’t shown anyone in a very long time-especially not a man. 

Braids were strong and powerful; another part of a mask she almost never dropped.

She turned on her side to face him; he ran a hand down her shoulder and along her arm, eventually taking her hand. They were so close; she could have reached out and touched the scar over his heart, the scar she had kissed earlier in the night. When she spoke again her voice was low; there was something about the moment that felt sacred and she didn’t want to disturb it. 

“What do we tell him?”

“What can we tell him? It’s a bit hard to explain away…all of this.” Or mistake it for anything other than what it was.

“He’s too smart,” she replied. “Whatever we say he’d see through.”

“Is he going to lecture us?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what he can tell us that we don’t already know.” She knew this wasn’t a good idea-they both did. In another lifetime, maybe-maybe the King in the North and the Queen in the South could have married for political strength and personal happiness. But they were fighting wars on multiple fronts and it seemed wrong, sacrilege almost, to think about love in a time like this. 

And now that she’d met Jon, she didn’t want to think about her life when they inevitably parted. 

He sighed, moving a bit closer as if he wanted to embrace her again. “It’s always been dangerous before. We know that.” 

“And this can’t change our goals. It doesn’t change who we fight for.” 

“We’re fighting for the same thing. We’re fighting to survive. Anything besides that…it’s a distraction. We can’t afford distractions right now. When the war’s over we’ll figure out the rest of it.” Gods, he looked like an angel-and he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. 

She didn’t know that anyone had looked at her like that before. “We might not survive the wars to come.” 

“I know. But we’ll fight, to the very last.” 

“We can’t afford to be divided, not now. We’re stronger together.” She fingered the scar on his chest, feeling his heart beating underneath it. His pulse was a bit erratic, probably from their lovemaking, but still strong and steady. Alive. 

Unlike Viserion’s heart, that would never beat again. We’ll fight and survive. We have to. Otherwise he died for nothing. “ I said we would destroy the Night King and his army together, and we will. We have to make something good come out of all of this suffering.” 

Their feet touched beneath the sheets. She wondered if this had always been meant to happen, the two of them on this boat, from the moment they’d first met. Had there been some inevitability to it? Had she known, the first time she’d seen him walk into her throne room, that there was something about him that was different from any man she’d ever met?

“I’m afraid.”

He didn’t look phased. He didn’t even look surprised. “I’m afraid too. I would be surprised if you weren’t.” 

The dragons flew over the boat; their roars shook it to its foundation. Only two…Viserion’s was strangely absent. She hadn’t realized that she could pick them apart individually, until his was gone. For the first time she felt unsteady, unsure. Maybe even afraid. 

It felt like they stood on the edge of a precipice; if they stepped too far in any one direction, they would fall. 

But then again, perhaps they’d made that decision as soon as her bedroom door had closed behind them. 

“Will you stay here? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

“Neither do I.” 

They shared a few last kisses, slow and deep and probing, as if trying to make up for the fact that they didn’t have all the time in the world left to them. Jon dropped off first; she could hear his breath even out, see his eyelids slip closed and stay that way. 

She fell asleep a bit later, twining her hand in his. 

This is going to be a two-shot of sorts because I’ll be writing the morning after oneshot tomorrow. 

redalerttheconspiracytheorist  asked:

I recently got TR Hot Rod and I was just wondering what's up with the differences between all of Hot Rod's color schemes? Why is he sometimes bright red and other times maroon? I've seen some panels from G2 comics where he looks straight up purple.

Ah, a favourite topic of mine! The answer’s a simple one that turned into a whole thing. Basically - Hot Rod was always supposed to be magenta. He’s magenta in the movie, he’s magenta in the G1 cartoon…

…and in the limited color palette of the Marvel Comics - the same one that made black and greys various shades of blue - this translated to him being straight-up purple.

And as you would think based on all this, his toy was supposed to be magenta too. BUT, somewhere along the way, Hasbro obviously decided that trying to sell a pink sportscar to little boys was a bad idea, and changed Hot Rod’s toy to be red instead. 

This change came too late to change the color of the stickers on the side of the toy’s vehicle mode - you can see how they still have a pink background. You can see the original-color version of the figure in the 1986 catalogue, and in a few toy commercials.

Rodimus Prime, on the other hand, was always a darker, burgundy color in the animated series. Not in the film - he’s the same magenta as Hot Rod in it - but in the series afterward, he’s always this darker color. 

His toy, though, was just red like Hot Rod’s was:

…but it’s not clear if that was the same situation as with Hot Rod, where the toy was going to be burgundy and they wound up changing it to simple red, or if it was always going to be that red colour and the burgundy was an affectation of the animation, devised later. Probably the latter - in the Marvel comic, at least, he was always straight red.

AND SO! Ever since, the two colours have duked it out. Hasbro pretty much always goes for the toy-based red; Takara have, in the last few years, started going for the cartoon’s magenta, and Titans Return Hot Rod’s one of the best examples of that.

It spreads to other versions of the character, too! Animated rendered Rodimus in G1-Rodimus-cartoon-inspired burgundy:

…only for the Hasbro toy to make him red!

And that’s without getting into how SURPRISED people were to discover that Hot Rod was magenta when the film got its first serious remaster for DVD. The degraded-quality VHS/early DVD pictures always made him look pretty red:

and since that “matched” the toy, many people grew up never realizing he was meant to be magenta and kinda lost their shit when the DVD came out. I once encountered a for-real “Hot Rod Was Never Pink” truther…

I went to go see Jurassic World again, this time with my family. And as I was driving my little brother back to his house, he expressed disappointment that the original cast (bar the scientist and the t-rex) didn’t make appearances. Then he said something that set me off in a Jurassic Wonderland of wasted possibility.

“What I want to know is why the two kids weren’t running the place. Why was some strange lady in charge of the park, instead of Lex? Why was some navy guy in charge of the raptors instead of Tim?”

And I just… can you imagine what the movie would have been if that had been the case instead?

Imagine that at some point, there wasn’t a choice. Hammond’s will allowed for the continuation of the park, or a creation of a new one, and InGen was going to do it with or without Lex and Tim, but the kids remembered what happened to them when they were little. They remembered, and they knew it would happen again. Of course it would. But they agree to it, they go back, because they figure that they can at least be there to handle the fallout. So they go back, they help design things, they fight for every precaution and for every reactionary defense. The park will never be safe, but they’re going to do everything in their power to ensure that if it’s happening anyway, they’ve got their hands in it to ensure the least damage and loss possible.

So Lex get put in charge of the park- the computer system isn’t just something she uses- she fucking designed it. She designed it and worked on programming it. She was the one who designed the tracking system they use with all the dinosaurs because she needs to be able to assure herself of where every single one of them is at any time, and she carries a tablet with her that does just that- taps into the network and shows dino locations. She fights the board on every new carnivore they want to create; It’s a bad idea, she tells them. Carnivores eat meat which in case you have not noticed, humans happen to coincidentally be made of meat. She also doesn’t just track the dinosaurs- there’s no way anyone will ever suffer through what she and Tim and Grant did. Every visitor to the island has a wristband that talks to the mainframe and gives their location at all times.

And Tim, head of the animal care and behavior department with his wife, Kelly (you know, Ian Malcolm’s daughter from the second movie). They don’t just know know anything about the dinosaurs; they know EVERYTHING about these dinosaurs. Tim has Hammond’s hearteyes wonder mentality partnered with Grant’s thirst for knowledge and fueled by his own curiosity and experiences. Kelly has her dad’s caution and her mom’s free spirit and drive for pushing boundaries. They are there for every birth, and have their hands in the raising and care of all the dinosaurs. Like Grant, Tim has a soft spot for the raptors, and they have a soft spot for him as well, after he raises them himself, imprints them on himself and Kelly at their island-side residence.

And we mustn’t forget Eric, the kid Grant and his team saved from one of the islands when he crashed on it parasailing. Eric survived down there on an island full of dinosaurs when pretty much no one else could have survived even a few days. He’s the one out in the field, in charge of containment and tactical defenses for when (not if, WHEN) things go wrong. Because they will. They’ve been waiting 10 years for it to go wrong. They’ll continue waiting, ready.

Imagine the look on all their faces when InGen admits that a dinosaur was created behind their backs, a hybrid of several species, because someone wanted to create more ‘wow’ for the park. Only what they created wasn’t what they meant to create. This new dino is smarter than anything they’ve ever made before. Bigger than the T-Rex. Stronger. It surprises everyone with it’s ability to mask its heat and change its skin color. It’s a mistake but ohhh what a mistake- the InGen folks have hearts in their eyes thinking about how they could apply these changes to raptors.

Imagine Lex’s utter outrage at being lied to, but now that the life has been created she can’t just take it. The animal didn’t ask to be born, but now that it has been, she ensures that it has what amounts to a bomb-proof enclosure in a remote section of the island. Heat sensors, sound sensors, tracking device, motion sensors- this thing has got the works in her pen. Lex forbids opening it as an attraction, this enclosure is for containment only. And the would-be social creature, deprived of social interaction with humans or its own kind or with anyone really, becomes the Indominus Rex we see in the actual movie; she does not understand boundaries or dominance or good behavior.

But the movie dynamics are now shifted. Instead of the park destroying itself from within, it is under attack from without. It isn’t because Lex was careless about security. There is no tension between Lex and Tim outside of normal brother/sister banter. Imagine that InGen wants those raptors badly enough to force a field test of them- imagine they purposefully release Indominus, thinking Tim’s raptor squad can beat it. Imagine the moment Lex asks him if the squad is ready for search and rescue, and he agrees they are.

Imagine Tim and Lex gearing up to go into the wilds of their park because there are people stranded at the far end. Imagine a movie where the wholesale destruction and terror are not because everyone is ill-equipped to handle the situation (because Lex and Tim? They’ve made fucking preparations for this shit, they have thought of everything for this kind of situation) but instead a story about how all of those preparations mean shit against this superdino. She outsmarts them like the Clever Girl she is, avoiding traps, clawing out her tracker, taking out their electricity, setting free the other dinosaurs. She talks to Tim’s raptor children, and they walk away with her- imagine how CRUSHED he is to see Blue just… leave him.

Imagine half the movie following two young girls, strangers, who got put together on the rolly ball ride. One is a mechanic’s daughter who can disassemble and reassemble whole cars if she wanted, who fiddles with the ride to let them free-roll anywhere they want. Imagine she does it because the other girl is a younger trans girl who has spent her whole life admiring Dr. Ellie Satler and wanting to be a paleobotanist just like her, but the ride doesn’t get close enough to the plants for her to see them well. Imagine that they escape Indominus by ducking under a plant that the botanist-in-training recognizes as basically a giant ancient fucking nettle plant and Indominus takes one faceplant into it before deciding WOW NOT WORTH IT BYE. And the two girls stick together until they meet up with Lex and Tim who are out trying to find the rolly ball inhabitants that went off road because they are the last two left, and Lex has been following their wristband signals.

Indominus finds the InGen beach camp and attacks with her new raptor compatriots. Lex and Tim, after seeing all the civilians (including the two young girls) safely to boats, split up to come to the rescue, Lex with Eric and Tim with Kelly. Tim and Kelly win back their raptor clan (let’s be real, they didn’t have to win them, they left to gather intel on the iRex) while Lex comes charging down the beach in the original Jeep the mechanic’s daughter fixed, road flares tied to the roll bars and madam Queen-of-All T-Rex chasing after her to start the final showdown.

No giant seamonster needed- T-Rex + Raptor Squad + InGen army + Lex and Tim and Kelly and Eric are enough to bring down Indominus. Barely, but they win. And T-Rex is there, but she’s had quite enough fighting against raptors after the first movie, and so she leaves, heading into the jungle to let the humans recover.

Lex fires everyone at InGen. They go get ice cream from the cafeteria and Tim eats an entire chocolate pie by himself. They call Grant the next day and say “You are possibly the only person who will believe the day we just had.”

  • England: I didn't mean to, France!
  • France: t-that surprised me! How could you? After all that we've been through??
  • England: I'm sorry, it was a mistake. Please, don't end this. We've worked too hard for this special bond, this relationship to end!
  • France: I don't think I can... i-it's not normal... I'm just so shocked. It's too much for me to take in!
  • America: ... what are you guys doing?
  • France: England complimented me! He said that he liked my shirt! England! H-How could you??
  • England: no, no, I'm sorry. I meant that your shirt looks like you yourself shat on it. I promise, France, I promise!
  • France: no, now you're just being mean to cover up that compliment... I... I don't know if we should hate each other's guts and tear it to pieces anymore.
Kang Daniel “Bad Boy” Scenario
  • he was that bad boy in your school that everybody knew
  • was really popular but never showed interest in the girls that would shamelessly flirt with him
  • was known for always ditching class but no one really knew where he went
  • you’re not the type to ditch/miss class a lot but you received a call that your mom was in the hospital because she’d gotten a fracture from an accident
  • you ran out to the school entrance only to find that your bike was stolen while you were in class
  • “no no no no no!” you groaned in frustration. you had the other option of walking which was going to take 30 minutes which meant you’d miss seeing your mom before she went into surgery
  • you heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle starting up and you saw daniel ditching class like usual
  • “hey kang daniel, you ditching again?”
  • he raised his eyebrow as if he was surprised to see you. “i cant stand to hear the teacher blab on about photosynthesis anymore its boring me to death. but why are you ditching?”
  • “im not ditching” you frowned “i have to go to the hospital because my mom got a fracture and is about to go into surgery”
  • “is she okay!?”
  • “yeah, thankfully shes going to be completely fine. she just broke a few bones while she was trying to move a super heavy box down the stairs… i mean the story is irrelevant. but basically i was trying to go see her before she went in for surgery, but someone stole my freaking bike so i have to walk”
  • “i can take you, im heading there anyways” daniel tossed you a spare helmet
  • your face lit up at his offer “are you serious? thanks so much!!”
  • once you guys got to the entrance of the hospital the motorcycle swerved to a stop making you basically get thrown off
  • “yah!”
  • “give me the helmet tomorrow at school!” daniel said before speeding off to park
  • you complained to yourself cursing daniel in your head as you dusted off your uniform and rushed inside
  • you went to the front desk and gave your information to the nurse
  • “she just went into surgery! she will be out in 4 hours so you can wait in the hallway if you would like”
  • you frowned, sad that you’d just missed her “oh okay”
  • you sat down in the hallway and observed all of the busy doctors and nurses shuffling past along with a few patients 
  • after trying to get some homework done, you felt your eyes drooping so you put your backpack in the seat next to yours and your lied down, using it as a pillow
  • “y/n y/l/n?”
  • you rubbed your eyes, looking around and remembering you were in the hospital
  • the doctor explained that your mom had gone through surgery just fine and was in a room resting and recovering and that you could see her
  • you nodded and eagerly followed him to see your mom
  • “hey honey” your mom gave you a weak smile
  • “you must be so tired” you said as you straightened out her bed sheets and pillows
  • “i’m alright” she said in that motherly tone you were so familiar with “how was your day at school sweetie?”
  • “it was okay, i got an A- on my math test!”
  • “good job, im proud of you” she smiled squeezing your hand lightly. “but y/n, where’d you get that jacket from? i dont recognize it”
  • you looked down and realized that you’d been wearing a black sweatshirt ever since you’d woken up from your nap in the hallway
  • “um…” you took off the jacket and saw K.D. written on the tag of the clothing “my friend let me borrow it”
  • daniel must’ve seen me in the hallway and covered me with his jacket
  •  you smiled and hugged the jacket closer to your body as the breeze from the air conditioning flowed through the room
  • the next day at school you saw daniel parking his motorcycle before class so you gave him back his helmet and jacket
  • “you didn’t have to give me your jacket” you teased him as he shoved it into his backpack
  • “you looked cold” he said blatantly and he started to walk away
  • you quickly caught up to him and poked his arm “hey why were you at the hospital anyway?”
  • daniel poked your forehead in response and let out a small smirk “none of your business”
  • that day in class, you found yourself getting distracted from the lecture and gazed out the window as you heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle
  • you saw daniel speeding away once again as he wore that black hoodie he’d lent you
  • after school you went to visit your mom again and you noticed a vase of flowers by her bedside
  • “where’d those come from?”
  • “this sweet boy came by and dropped them off!”
  • “oh wow” you turned the vase around to admire the different colors “did he say why?”
  • “he said that he was a friend of yours” your mom smiled “daniel, i think it was?”
  • “kang daniel?” you nearly dropped the flowers in shock “he gave you these?”
  • you wouldn’t have imagined that in a million years because daniel was the type of guy that would ignore his teachers when they would call on him in class, would run away from police officers who chased him down, would reject girls when they asked him to dances… but he gave your mom flowers ?
  • “he just came by like 10 minutes ago, he might still be outside if you look for him.” your mom waved at you to go find him 
  • you looked through the hallways but found no sign of him so you cautiously peeked through some of the hospital rooms when someone tapped on your shoulder making you jump back
  • “thats an invasion of privacy you know”
  • “god daniel you scared me!” you sighed, clutching at your chest “i was looking for you anyways”
  • “why?” daniel pulled you aside as a nurse went out of the room you’d been snooping on
  • “i was just wondering why you’d given my mom flowers”
  • “is there something wrong with that?”
  • “no… but it was just…. unexpected. i mean we barely know each other”
  • “just think of it as a nice gesture” he responded with a smile
  • “hey daniel, who’s that?” one of the doctors that was walking by stopped to join you two
  • “just a school friend”
  • “ah i see.” the doctor put his hand out to shake your hand “i’m doctor kang”
  • “wait…. dr. kang…… is that your dad?” you said scrunching your eyebrows together in confusion “but….”
  • the doctor sighed “yeah this idiot skips lectures and flunks all of his classes even though his both of his parents are doctors. maybe one day you’ll realize that volunteering at a hospital isnt enough to get you a job here”
  • “volunteering?”
  • daniel’s ears went a little bit red as he explained “i volunteer with the kids here, just like spending time with them and stuff”
  • you hit daniel in the shoulder “aWWW THATS SO CUTE!!”
  • “but dont you dare try and tell anyone at school”
  • for the next week that your mom was recovering and going into check ups and whatnot daniel would come and visit to just chat with you and your mom
  • you’d even agreed to help him keep his grades up by tutoring him at the hospital 
  • daniel would open up to you and you to him and your mom was like “marry this boy”
  • sometimes you’d fall asleep by your mom’s side and he’d gently shake you to wake you up and you’d be super groggy and your hair would be all tangled and daniel would just laugh bc you look so cute
  • even after your mom was released from the hospital, you’d join him sometimes when he would spend time with the children in the hospital and you’d be amazed at how well he gets along with them
  • all the kids love him and would start making fun of you two
  • “are you guys getting married soon?”
  • “when will you kiss??”
  • “daniel do you like y/n?”
  • lots of blushing on both parts 
  • “yeah i do” daniel gave you a really small peck on your cheek making all of the kids squeal
  • “you better not be kidding kang daniel because i like you too”
  • daniel would just have a smug smile on his face and would put his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer to him
  • you would go out on dates after volunteering at the hospital to get ice cream
  • in fact your first kiss was when you two were just talking about random things when daniel noticed a bit of ice cream on your lip and leaned down and kissed you
  • “mmm, strawberry” he would give you a giant smile while you were blushing super hard
  • would also go on lots of dates to the animal shelter admiring all of the cats
  • you found a small cat that’s the runt of it’s litter and both of you fell in love
  • and when you smiled and talked about how you wished you could adopt it with daniel one day daniel began to imagine his future with you and how amazing and fun it would be

Originally posted by kngdaniel

Stole My Heart

Summary: The five times the universe appeared to be against you when you wanted to ask Peter out.

Word Count: 2,622.

A/N: After reading @bovaria‘s fic, “The Five Times Bucky Picks You“, it inspired me to write something along those lines with Peter instead. Although, I decided to do my own spinoff and give it a slight twist. Hope you enjoy :D

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So at first I just wanted to draw Gen in a waistcoat… and then I wondered ‘who is he looking at like that?’ and then of course it turns out he’s at some fancy BDSM party and he never thought he’d see Sephiroth there but lo and behold, it’s the man in the flesh, and he doesn’t look too pleased at being found out by his colleague. Or maybe Genesis sent him an invite, thinking he’d never come, and thus he’s pleasantly surprised?

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3/21/2017: 

Overheard a girl quietly ask this about me on campus earlier today — I don’t think she meant it in an offensive way, but I was still surprised to hear it. Reclaiming a slur for yourself is not a quick or easy process — or even necessary — but for me, personally, it is very empowering; I think it’s worth it. Maybe next time (if its safe) I’ll be able to confidently say “Yes, she is a dyke!”

Mistakes and Apologies |Peter Parker

Summary: The Spiderman makes a fatal mistake when trying to stop the Vulture that could cost him his suit. And Peter Parker finds himself in the midst of apologizing to the reader about his unexplained absences recently…

Warning: spoilers ands some language

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

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Just Go With It (Bucky Edition) - Part 1/3

Summery: Based off the plot of the movie Just Go With It, Bucky wears a fake wedding ring to pick up girls but when he meets ‘the one’ he finds it hard to explain the wedding ring. Asking for your help, you have to convince Bucky’s girlfriend that you’re his wife but you’re getting a divorce. A week in Hawaii changes things though…

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader (ish)

Word Count: 1,964

Warnings: swearing, little angst (not really)

A/N: This is my entry for @sgtbxckybxrnes movie au writing challenge. I love this movie, its one I can re-watch many times and not get bored of it so writing an au with Bucky was so much fin. This is part one of three. Hope you like it, happy readings!  (PS I suggest going to watch the movie if you haven’t seen it already.)

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Your best friend Bucky ran into your apartment in a rush completely out of breath.

“I need you to be my wife that I’m getting divorced with!” He yelled causing you to knock over the lego tower you were building with your son Jackson.

“James holy poop, you can’t just barge into my house like that,” you say putting down the lego and crossing the room to calm your friend.

“Please Y/N the whole ring thing went wrong and now I need someone to pretend to be my wife and convince the girl I’m with that we’re getting divorced.”

“Whos the girl?” You ask curious to who your best friend was putting this much effort into.

“Her name’s Natasha and I think she may be ‘the one.’”

“Since when do you believe in ‘the one?’” 

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