making of stand up!

“I don’t have enough space here to talk about everything I admire about you. You’re so lovely, smart, talented, beautiful and brave. Your writing is great, the characterization always impeccable, your love for the stories and characters really shows. You care about important causes, either your own or those that affect others, always ready to stand up for them. You make tumblr a better, happier place and you inspire me daily in countless ways. Thanks so much for everything!“

@intheheightsandfluff

anonymous asked:

I love that Alex grows up in such an open and loving environment. That obviously stems from how great Clexa are as people. But she knows she can go to them for anything and that she's not tied down with expectations from them. They make sure she's respectful and kind and generous but to also stand up for herself and her beliefs.

Yeah she’s incredibly lucky that way

AU Where Ezra ventures on Tatooine and hears this song through the Force, coincidentally sung by Obi-Wan Kenobi...

“Everything is wrong… nothing seems righted

There’s a sinking feeling inside

And your family is left behind

but you can’t let it bring it down,

no, you’ve got to fight it

Because you fly but you can’t let gooooooo

Cause when you’re down.

But you gotta get up-up.

Don’t let them walk over your face

Stand up for yourself

make everything right again

Even if some ex-Stih trying to bait you again

And Chopper thinks you suck

It’s up to you to realize

it was all part of some revenge-obsessed ex-Sith’s evil plan

Look out ahead, there’s a sandstorm this way

And Chopper has short-circuited

And those Tusken Raiders are gonna kill ya…“

Based on this

binary-endeavor  asked:

>...< *Sette sits on the opposite side of his bed. Not saying anything. He breaths in and let out a tired sigh. He turns his head a little to try to look at Lemon even if it is a little.* >Honestly? I think you are already suffering by living like this. I know how that feels. I am sure, you will keep going forward.< *He just pat his shoulder gently without caring if Lemon lash out on him or similar. Then, he stands up and, without making too much noisy, he is leaving his room.*

* … You still don’t know who this person is, or why they’d care enough to tell you all this.

* You don’t swat their hand away, though. Only inch away at the touch.

* You watch them leave. You decide you should say something, however, even if it isn’t much.

      “ … Thanks. I guess. ”

anonymous asked:

What's your stance on the drama surrounding Thomas sanders?

There’s drama surrounding Thomas Sanders? If there is that’s the first I’ve heard of it. One sec….

Okay apparently people are on him because he includes ace/aro people in the LGBTQIA+ community? And that’s a sin? Okay… I read his response on that and I thought it was amazing and even eye opening. “They’re not LGBT. They’re ‘A’” What’s wrong with making a little more room at the table for people with marginalized identities? It’s not like the queer community is an exclusive club. We’re all supposed to be there for each other. Even if you disagree on this…so?? Is that really a valid reason to hate a person?

And…he reblogged nsfw artwork he didn’t know was made by a minor and apologized for it. Cool. Good on him. He’s a human and everyone makes slip-ups. I swear I can’t stand the callout culture on this site. Stop treating mistakes by well-intentioned people like irredeemable character flaws. Stop it. If you’re a bitter person you can always find a reason to hate someone. But that reflects negatively on you, not them.

Thomas always tries his hardest to do the right thing and be as inclusive and understanding as possible. I hate how the internet tries so hard to completely demonize well-intentioned people over disagreements and/or honest slip-ups. He’s one of the kindest people I know and he does a heck of a better job than I do at being an all-around inclusive sweetheart who responds kindly to all kinds of hate and slander. I support him completely.

i wanted to try comparing their heights… abubear is so small oh my god

Pink is the Tiniest Diamond!

Crewniverse tricked us into thinking that Pink’s palanquin is a lot bigger than it is - same with Pink, herself.  When Blue walks up to her own palanquin, it’s obvious that it’s just the right size for her.

But when she’s next to Pink’s, there are a LOT of optical illusions going on:

  • Blue was kneeling or crouching by it at first, making it look bigger.
  • When Blue stands up, she still looks shorter because she’s slouching.
  • The way the palanquin is leaning makes the roof look higher.
  • The flowers obscure the bottom, making it hard to see just how big it is.
  • The palanquin is on a hill, making it higher, and thus bigger-looking.
  • The legs are extended (the ones on Blue’s were retracted), making it higher.

In the above image, you can already see that Pink’s palanquin only comes to Blue’s shoulders.  Let’s take a closer look and find out just how big it is:

Already we can see that the palanquin is a lot smaller than it initially looks.  Let’s find out how much smaller Pink really is next to Blue.

So it looks like Pink is probably less than half as tall as Blue.  Maybe about halfway up her thigh, give-or-take.  Looks like Pink’s palanquin lends credence to:

  1. The common theory that Pink is the newest Diamond.
  2. A theory I’ve had that the Diamonds, unlike their Gems, grew up.

If so, this would mean Pink is even newer than I thought!  That would explain why Blue (and Eyeball and Holly Blue and even Yellow) seem to act as if Pink was especially precious: She’s just a little kid!

EDIT: (In case anyone sees this.) Nice to see this post getting attention and some good discussion! =D I’ll note that I’m experimenting with how much detail to include in a theory post, and how to best present information. Some stuff has been brought up that I left out on purpose for readability, or because it wouldn’t make a huge difference in the end result. That said:

  • It definitely looks like Crewniverse was trying to make the height difference hard to notice, and the height difference is consistant thorughout the scene.  To me, the scene screams “We’re leaving subtle hints about things we haven’t revealed, again!”
  • Blue isn’t much closer to the camera than the palanquin, so there shouldn’t be too much of a perspective difference.
  • The ‘How Are Gems Made’ Minisode states that Gems suck the life out of the ground to skip childhood (I suspect Peridot will grow).  Gems are probably designed to do that because the Diamonds wanted them to get to work right away.  If the Diamonds don’t have that feature, however, they’d experience childhood.
  • I do think dialogue hints at Pink being a child, rather than a runt.  For example, Yellow calls Pink’s zoo “silly,” suggesting a childish nature.
  • I do think that young Gems and Diamonds would still grow up very, very slowly. Remember that Pink would have to be a MINIMUM of ~1,000 years old by the time she was taken down; probably much, much older, especially if the Gem writing in Off Colors is any indication.
  • I suspect that Blue and Yellow are already fully grown.  Between that, and the previous bullet point, we wouldn’t see any height difference with Blue between The Answer and Steven’s Dream.

I guess I got some good feedback on how much detail to include, and I’ll try to adjust accordingly for future posts. Thanks!

4

“Ha, you French! You make me scream with laughter!”
“I am glad… but also Belgian.”

4

He did that. He really did THAT.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you do write andreil where Neil leaves Andrew to protect him? Like angst with a happy ending cause Andrew won't let Neil be stupid ! Thank you so much I love your writing!!

thank you thank you, my majestic anon! i know a lot of people have written prompts along these lines before, so i tried to take it in a direction i don’t think i’ve seen. also on AO3.

send me prompts :)


Neil hears Andrew in the kitchen of their Detroit apartment, apparently trying to navigate the cabinet of pots and pans. A loud crash comes just seconds before a hissed, “Shit.” Neil smiles and laughs quietly to himself, returning his attention to the Exy notes he’s working on.

“Shut up,” is thrown harshly from Andrew’s general direction.

Okay. Well, he thought he had laughed quietly.

Neil ignores him and watches King as he jumps up onto the couch beside him. He reaches out to scratch along his spine as Andrew comes around the corner to glare at them both, giant wooden spoon in hand. Neil wonders how much damage Andrew could do with that particular kitchen tool. He has been known to be quite creative.

“Are you going to help, or are you going to continue being useless?”

Neil smirks at him. “Oh, do you need my help? I just assumed you had everything under control.”

Somehow, the glare intensifies. Having thought this feat to be impossible, Neil is pretty impressed.

Andrew turns on his heel to head back into the kitchen. “Get in here,” floats back over his shoulder, like he knows Neil will immediately follow. He’s right.

Neil releases a dramatic sigh as he tosses his notes onto the coffee table, navigating his way around cats and furniture to trail after Andrew. Once he enters the room, he sees that Andrew has hopped up onto the counter and is studiously ignoring him, turning the spoon over and over in his hands.

Neil stares at him until he finally looks up. Andrew simply points to the pile of vegetables on the counter beside him, then over to the cutting board on the drying rack.

“Really? I thought I was offering assistance, not to take over.”

“Like I’d let you take over anything,” Andrew replies, something dangerously close to amusement in his voice.

Neil rolls his eyes. “Fine,” he relents. “What’s your job then?”

Andrew gestures toward the stove with his wooden spoon. It’s a pot of jasmine rice that’s just been set to simmer. That’s it.

“That won’t need any attention for like twenty minutes!” Neil complains, but Andrew just shrugs and looks pointedly over at the cutting board again.

Neil casts his eyes to the ceiling and lets out his second dramatic sigh of the evening, resolving himself to chopping for the foreseeable future. As he turns away to pick out a knife, Andrew grabs his arm and pulls him back to the space between his legs, still dangling over the edge of the counter. Neil smiles and begins to lean closer. Just as Andrew’s mouth opens to ask his yes or no, they are interrupted by three quick knocks on their front door. Andrew raises a questioning eyebrow, and Neil answers with a shrug.

Neil reluctantly pulls away and starts toward the door, counting it as a victory that he kept his third dramatic sigh underwraps. He opens the door, and upon finding no one, sticks his head out into the hallway. His eyes catch on a large manila envelope leaning against wall. He stares. Picks it up. Turns around, and closes the door.

He stops just inside the living room, still staring at the object in his hands. Perfectly innocuous, not suspicious in the least. It shouldn’t fill him with fear and anticipation the way it does.

A second later, the envelope is gone. Neil looks up to see Andrew taking it into the kitchen, opening it along the way. He follows.

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Blanket Fort

Imagine Draco and Harry have been dating a while and they are at Friday night dinner at the Weasley’s. Fred and George are reminiscing about that one really epic blanket fort they built when they were eleven, and Draco leans into Harry and whispers “what’s a blanket fort?”
Ron overhears. “You’ve never built one?” he asks. When Draco shakes his head Ron exclaims “what the fuck?” and is promptly whacked on the head by Molly. “Sorry Mum, but he’s never built a blanket fort!” And Molly gives Draco a sad look because some of her happiest memories are from watching all her children working together to make forts.
Ron stands up, all purposeful and determined, and declares that they are building a blanket fort tonight and herds everyone into the living room. He instructs everyone on their roles and sends them away to collect blankets from around the house and as they head up the stairs after Ginny and Hermione, Draco says to Harry “this is madness.” Harry just grins because Draco is all but dragging him up the stairs in excitement.
The fort is enormous and takes up the entire space of the living room, it looks like a giant canopy of faded patchwork. Draco makes a face at having to sit on the floor at first, but then he crawls inside and settles on a pillow beside Harry, linking their fingers together and looking up at the roof of their creation.
Fred and George disappear and come back with Firewhisky and Molly sends in snacks, and they spend the whole night drinking and laughing in the fort until they all fall asleep, and Draco doesn’t care that he’s 24 and probably too old for this - he is pretty sure it’s one of the best nights of his life.