modern technology and romance

So much communication is now done through Skype, making technology almost a buffer. In modern relationships, it’s not important whether or not you meet your potential partner in person before you start dating. Even non-romantic relationships start online. Whether it’s through Facebook, Twitter or whatever site you’re on, there’s a technological filter that things get put through. How we as a society use those technological tools is interesting, especially in this movie. Our two characters decide to frame their lives in a light that’s most flattering.
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John Gallagher, Jr.

We talk to John Gallagher, Jr. and Kate Lyn Sheil about The Heart Machine and modern relationships in the Internet age.

anonymous asked:

do u have any book recommendations? not necessarily about growing up, but not a typical "tfios" book either. maybe "thought inducing" is a good word for it? thanks(:

I’m a librarian, of course I have book suggestions! Readers’ advisory is my jam.

Without having much to go on, here are some thought-provoking (or just really good) YA books:

  • Reality Boy by AS King - Gerald was the kid everyone knew from a reality show similar to Nanny 911. Everyone watched the show and now he’s in high school and still known as the kid who pooped everywhere. It sucks. But there was a lot going on at home that the camera didn’t show. This book fucked me up, y’all. I mean that in a good way.
  • I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson - Twins Noah and Jude tell the story of their lives in terms of before (Noah’s chapters) and after (Jude’s). Lots of art (Noah’s chapters are beautiful), loss of a family member, LGBT.
  • Zac and Mia by AJ Betts - When you first look at this book, you’ll be like “this is TFiOS” and the synopsis is similar, but basically, this is like a real-world version. It’s got a lot more humor than I expected from a cancer novel, but has real stakes, too. The best part is that it’s not emotionally manipulative. [Also, if any Australian followers have read, tell me, does the kangaroo thing happen in real life?!]
  • If You Could Be Mine by Sara Farizan - Sahar is in love with her best friend, Nasrin, but lesbianism is against the law in Tehran and Nasrin’s parents have arranged a marriage for her. Sahar has to decide if it’s worth it to change her gender (legal) in order to marry Nasrin, or to live life without her.
  • Feed by MT Anderson - Everyone has “the feed” which is basically internet in your head, but after a group of teens were attacked by hackers, Violet’s feed starts to malfunction and Titus struggles in his relationship with her. I’ve read this book about five times now and I swear it becomes closer to reality and more terrifying each time.

I’m also just going to throw this out there because it was the last book I read:

  • Modern Romance by Aziz Ansari - This one just came out but I finished the audiobook earlier this week and it was great. It most likely appeals to an older audience (20s/30s) but it’s all about dating and romance in the modern age and how technology plays a role in that. He uses hard facts to back everything up and even compares different cultures. Aziz himself narrates the audiobook.

This is a really broad request and if you can tell me more about the kinds of books you like to read, I’d be happy to help you over at my library blog, mylifeinthelibrary, instead.

Request: hii can you pretty please do an imagine where the reader is basically like a combination of sam (really smart and whatnot) and charlie (really into technology and modern stuff) you can add romance as well up to you m'lady. thankss btw youre awesome

“Hey nerd! We need you to help with research.” Dean yelled, entering your room. He’d taken to calling you nerd once he saw how well you and Charlie got along; talking about Star Trek and Doctor Who, you didn’t mind though. You actually kind of liked it.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Too many big words?” You teased, lowering your book and following Dean to the library.

“Not enough pictures, either.” Dean joked.

You sat down and looked at what they had. It didn’t take you too long to figure out that they were looking for a ghost, the only problem was they had no idea who it was. Newspaper articles littered the table of people who had died in a town, which didn’t really narrowing things down. 

“Victims?” You asked, picking up a piece of paper.

“A ton and all different.” Sam answered, looking over your shoulder. “I thought that maybe the ghost had died in a local restaurant, they all ate there, but nothing came up.”

“Maybe I can track where they were before they died.” You mumbled.

“You can do that?” Dean asked in disbelief.

“Oh, you’d be amazed at what I can do.” You joked, winking. Dean smirked at you and your heart soared. Your flirty relationship with Dean was just about the best thing ever; you basically got to say everything you wanted to blurt out to him, but he just took it as a joke. “But yeah, phones have tracking devices in them and it should be pretty easy. Where’s Charlie?”

“Her room.” Sam told you, looking back to some articles. Charlie had been staying with you guys for a few weeks now, just until she found a new larping group. You didn’t mind, you actually loved it. 

You found Charlie on her computer, writing fanfiction. You didn’t see why she did it, it was kind of pointless. Who even reads it? Anyways, you jumped on her bed, making the mattress shake and causing her to mess up on the word she was typing. 

“Thanks. Now instead of Kirk and Spock missing Bones, they’re kissing Bones.” She stated, rolling her eyes. “Although, that’s kind of what I was going for.” She added after a moment.

“Come on, I need your help.” You told her. She lowered her screen and looked at you, waiting for you to explain. “I’m gonna track some people’s phones, but it needs to be from a few days ago. I know most of the code to get in, I just need your help with the last few digits." Charlie nodded and quickly helped you solve the problem. You went back to the library, leaving Charlie to her fanfiction. 

Sam and Dean were gathered around the table; Sam was staring at a piece of paper and Dean was pretending to work. You smiled slightly at the image. Sam’s hands were holding his head up, pushing his hair up at a weird angle, and that turned your small smile into a huge grin. 

Dean heard you walk in and his head snapped up. He gave you a questioning look, but you just shook him off and sat next to him. You started tracing the victim’s phones, and got a nice little map of their last know locations created. "I think I’ve got something.” You told them.

Dean jumped up and looked over you shoulder, placing his chest to your back. You prayed he couldn’t feel how fast your heart was beating. “What?” Sam asked, looking at the screen.

“They all went to the park before they died. Like an hour before they all died.” You told them.

“That’s probably it.” Dean commented, patting your shoulder. “Good job.” Your cheeks heated up at the compliment, they did that whenever Dean praised you. 

“Now what?” You asked.

“More research.” Sam stated, opening his computer.

Now you loved research, you really did, but you were hungry and tired of looking at your computer screen. You needed to go outside at least once in the day. “I’m kind of hungry. I think I’ll go to a diner.” You said, closing your computer.

“I’ll go with you.” Dean offered.

You smiled at him and went to your room to change. You made a quick stop to talk to Charlie. “Psst.” You hissed, getting her attention. 

“What?” She asked.

“I’m going to the diner with Dean, you wanna come?”

“With Dean?” Charlie asked, smirking. She knew how you felt about him.

“Shut up.” You groaned, cheeks turning red.

“Hell no, I’m not going. Remember to use protection." 

You rolled your eyes at her went to your room. Your heart raced at the idea of being alone with Dean for an hour.

*Third Person POV*

As soon as Y/N left the room Dean jumped up and excitedly put his jacket on. "You wanna come?” He asked Sam.

“With you and Y/N?” Sam asked.

“Yeah….”

“No thanks.” Sam answered.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to deal with you two flirting the whole time. Just ask her out already.” Sam said. 

“How’d you know I like her?” Dean asked in amazement, turning to look at Sam.

“Dude, I have eyes.” Sam stated, rolling his eyes. “Just use protection." 

Dean rolled his eyes and continued getting ready, his heart racing and hands sweaty at the idea of hanging out alone with Y/N, the person he loved most.

*Normal POV*

You jumped in the Impala, Dean at your side, and he started blaring the rock music. Although you preferred recent music, you smiled at how he sang along, and soon you joined him. You were at the diner within minutes.

You were quickly seated at a booth, your favorite. "Apple Pie.” You whispered to Dean. His head spun around until his eyes fell on the pie, and a huge smile spread over his face. “Down boy.” You teased.

Dean ordered a burger and you ordered a salad with a milkshake. You talked the whole time, just like always. When your food came you ate civilly for about two minutes, then Dean accidentally flicked a piece of his bun at you. You threw a crouton at him, laughing, and he caught it in his mouth, making you laugh more. 

“Anything else?” The waiter asked.

“Pie.” You and Dean ordered at the same time.

“There’s only one piece left, is that okay?” He asked.

“Oh, you can have it.” You told Dean, you knew how much he loved it.

“What? No! We’ll share.” He offered. “We’ll take the piece.” Dean told the waiter.

The waiter walked away, returning in only a minute with the pie and two forks. You and Dean dove into the dessert. You were both eating very nicely until the last bite. 

“Dibs!” You and Dean shouted at the same time.

“Oh no way, sweetheart. It’s mine.” Dean said, hitting your fork with his.

“Excuse me? Listen, sweetheart, I called dibs first. It’s mine." 

"I called dibs first.” Dean replied.

“I’ll make you a deal. You give me this piece of pie, and I’ll do your research for a week.” You suggested. You’d be doing his research anyway, might as well get something out of it.

“I’ve got a better idea. How about I give you the last bite, and you let me take you out.” Dean suggested, his face taking on a slight red tint.

“Deal!” You shouted, shoving the pie into your mouth. Only after you swallowed the pie did you realize what Dean had said. “Wait, you wanna go on a date with me?” You asked in disbelief.

“Of course!” Dean exclaimed. “But, uh, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” He said quickly, looking at the table.

You grabbed his hand, making him look you in the eye. “Nothing would make me happier!”

Dean smiled widely and paid for the meal, then took you to the Impala. Before you could even get in the car Dean’s lips were against yours, his hands running up and down your back. You were interrupted by a buzzing in Dean’s pants. 

“Oh, I didn’t know you liked me that much.” You joked as Dean pulled his phone out.

“What?” He asked into the phone. He was quiet while he listened to to person, then hung up. 

“Who was it?” You asked.

“Sam. He found the bones, and we’re supposed to meet him at the cemetery.”

“Awesome.” You said, opening your car door. You paused after a moment and grabbed Dean, then pressed your lips to his. “We’ll continue this later.” You promised, and Dean smiled widely.

(I hope you like it!)

A Met Gala Super-Stylist (Karla Welch) Walks Us Through the Looks for Karlie Kloss, Lorde, and More

Karlie Kloss cut a va-va-voom silhouette on the carpet, in a super-sexy custom dress by Brandon Maxwell, the emerging New York designer who has overseen Lady Gaga’s transition from Dadaist shocker of the red carpet to cabaret dandy.

While Maxwell’s looks for Gaga have been feats of sophisticated draping, Kloss’s gown is high on sex appeal. It’s less a plunging neckline than pure plunge, with cutouts at the abs and hips and a fitted white column skirt.

The dress’s sleek edge isn’t the only nod to the evening’s technological motif: its back-story is a modern romance of social media. Welch befriended Maxwell on Instagram, then formally met him—IRL—at a press dinner just a few months ago. When Welch mentioned she was styling Kloss for the Met Gala, Maxwell exulted: “He’s like, It’s always been my dream to have a major carpet with Karlie,” Welch recalls. Welch and Kloss had been debating who she should wear, so Welch quickly texted the suggestion to Kloss, who texted back a yes. “And I turned to [Maxwell] and said, Let’s do it! And that’s how it went down,” Welch says.

“Brandon’s interesting because he cuts on the body,” Welch says, rather than sketching. Maxwell and Welch discussed their concepts over email, “and we just started getting pictures [from Maxwell], and Karlie went in, and he put it on the body, and he literally just took the scissors to it.“ In another sign of the ascendancy of these double-tap times, Kloss, Welch, and Maxwell did their fittings via FaceTime and Skype—see the screenshot above.

For Welch, combining the energy of a young designer like Maxwell, whom she counts among her peers, with the stature of Kloss, was an important element of Welch’s interpretation of the exhibition’s inquiry into what the future of the fashion industry might look like. “There’s something really good about the next generation,” she says. (x)