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“Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that have been rated the most passionate, the most pure - this one left them all behind.”

one year since the most magical first kiss of all time (march 29, 2016)

Kriffing stars, you two!” Bodhi exclaims.

Jyn and Cassian spring apart, so abruptly Jyn makes a sound like a startled animal and Cassian almost falls off the pilot’s seat, as if that would be good enough to erase what Bodhi had seen when he stormed into the cockpit.

“Can you guys save this for later? Like when you have a room?” Bodhi continues, fully aware of the red rising in Jyn’s cheeks, matching the angry looking marks on her neck. He loved teasing new couples. 

“Is everyone okay? I heard a lot of noise for a person delivering a status report to two peo- oh Jyn, your body temperature is rising rapidly,” Kay leans in the the doorway. 

“I’m fine, Kay,” Jyn snarls. 

“You don’t look fine.”

“She’s fine Kay. Bodhi, take Kay back with you.”

“You don’t look fine either, Cassian. Your heart rate is much higher than your normal resting rate, and your face is incredibly pale. Should I administer treatment for shock?” Kay continues. Bodhi couldn’t tell if Kay was doing it on purpose, but couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Kay. We’re good. Go take Bodhi with you to check the inventory. We’re set for landing soon.” 

“Actually, Cassian, we still have approximately two standard hours bef-” 

Kay.” Cassian looks pained. 

“Let’s go,” Bodhi says, pulling Kay by the arm, failing to hide the smirk on his face. “He knows how to get Jyn back to normal, right Cass?” Jyn looks mortified.

“I don’t think his methods would be better than mine,” Kay replies and Bodhi doubles over with laughter. Cassian glares at Bodhi as he and the droid head back to the hold. 

New couples, man. Wait till Luke heard about this one. 

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“—then again,” Pritkin shouted, because he was still talking,“there’s a slight chance they may not have had time to absorb my particular brand of charm on my last visit—” 

“You don’t have any charm,” I snarled, and shoved him off the rock.

                                            Cassie Palmer and John Pritkin, Reap the Wind

anonymous asked:

Whats your most favorite sasusaku art work?

Well, the first thing that came into my head isn’t really an art work, it’s an edit by @joryoq, and I absolutely love it. It’s an edit done in the style of the Studio Ghibli works, which makes it even better since I’m a huge Ghibli fan :)

It can be found over here, and yeah I just think the story it tells is so simple, yet so moving and heartfelt. She’s done a few other really good Ghibli/SS edits, but this one was the first, and definitely my favourite. Check it out! ^_^

itellyouitisart  asked:

Hello!! I see you have an art degree! I'm awaiting acceptance right now. What did you find most valuable about your degree?

Hi! I think the best thing I learned was the process of getting from inspiration to design ideas. We were always encouraged to try different ways and to just generate ideas even if they are bad ones and then edit from there. I still do that with my work today. Good luck! x

So do we all agree that Reid did not purposely killed those inmates right? I really think that something was wrong with the drugs before he did something to them and he was not actually trying to make it worst but testing a theory that they were bad already. Like trying to see what was there. Or if he though for a moment about making it worse he threw the idea when he was thinking about his conversation with Rossi about him being a good person because we see him looking at the drugs and then putting the blanket or shirt idk that was hiding it back in its place. And I still find very weird that the guy that delivered the drugs came into the laundry room with Wilson, he knew what was there and I’m pretty sure that he’s working with scratch. That’s my theory for now.

 EDIT: About the theory of him testing the drugs: maybe he found out that the drugs were bad and he thought about throwing them but decide to leave them as they were. That would explained why he felt guilty in his cell because he did not actually killed those people but didn’t do anything to stop it.

03.29.17 // @gradblrchallenge day 24

Today was better than yesterday, so I’m feeling pretty good! I woke up and got ready at a decent time, packed food so I didn’t have to buy anything on campus, started working on my essay edits, and read a bit for class tomorrow.

I meant to come home and do some more work, but instead I made a big pot of lentil kale soup. I also got a super random craving for cinnamon buns, so I made some! It was my first time baking with yeast ever, and I’m really happy with how they turned out considering that!! I’ll definitely need to make some alterations to the recipe next time, but in terms of successfully making dough with yeast that rose and had the right texture, I’m satisfied.

I feel like my posts are getting less and less school related, but it’s helping me to think about the other stuff I’m doing so I don’t feel quite so bogged down by school work (and everything else I have to get done over the next two weeks before I go see my parents).

can i just say something?

when I was a kid, I told my mom that I wanted to be an actress when I grew up. You know what she told me?

She said, “sure, but you’re going to have to do it in China. America won’t hire you if you’re Asian.”

And that was it for that dream. 

Of course, that was just a phase - one of many, one I would’ve gotten over anyway. But what she said stuck to me. You’re going to have to act in China, because America doesn’t hire Asians.

And if there’s anything I learned over these years, it’s that she was right. Asian-Americans don’t get to see ourselves on screen. We don’t get to read about our deeds. And we get pissed. We complain, we shout, and people dismiss us because, oh, “the Japanese are okay with Ghost in the Shell”, and “I’ve heard that mainland Chinese are perfectly fine with Iron Fist.” Well, great for them. This isn’t about them.

This is about us. Asian-Americans. Asian-Canadians. Asian-Australians. Asian hyphen something. And the Asians in Asia don’t understand - because they can’t. They’re surrounded by media portrayals of them. They never have to fight for representation because it’s always there. They have no idea what it’s like to live in a country that sees you as other, and then to have to go back to your home country, to have your parents tell you “this is you, this is your culture, your heritage” and you look upon the faces of your family and you see nothing of yourself in them. 

Asian-Americans are not the same as Asians who live in Asia. We live in a different culture. Our values, our beliefs, the experiences that shape our lives are separate. 

We want to see ourselves in western media because it’s what we grew up with. It’s what surrounds us. Sure, we can watch K-dramas and anime and Chinese/Taiwanese/Japanese/whatever dramas, and a lot of us do, but it’s still not us

We shouldn’t have to go watch Asian dramas just to see a part of us represented. We shouldn’t have to move to Asia just to be hired. 

We deserve to represent, and be represented, as ourselves.

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would you like to save your game? ♡