my ideal dream

It’s a jyushi!! It’s the first time I animate something just cause i wanted to and honestly, it’s so much fun??? I really want to animate something else soon :’)

“You look adorable.” Root coos, straightening Shaw’s costume. 

It’s the closest Shaw has been to punching her since they started doing… whatever it is that they’re doing, but she breathes through the urge with some effort, her blood boiling with indignation and humiliation. “I’m a fucking strawberry.” She growls, yanking angrily at the edge of her massive, rotund costume. 

“Well it’s not like John was going to fit in there,” Root points out sensibly, “and it’s not every day you get to foil an terror attack at a harvest festival." 

"I still don’t see why we don’t just take him down now.” Shaw kicks at a hay bale and almost overbalances. She sees Root swallow the laugh in her eyes and huffs angrily. 

“Because he has a carton of Anthrax hidden somewhere here, and this historical building doesn’t exactly have CCTV.” Root says for the umpteenth time, and Shaw groans, sweaty and uncomfortable and just plain miserable. 

Root gives her a look that’s too close to sympathy for Shaw and she turns around, stomping her little red elf shoes, which isn’t nearly as satisfying as clunky boots. 

“I’ll make it up to you later, Sameen,” Root calls after her, merriment still tangled through her voice. Shaw punches a scarecrow in the face so hard its head explodes, and makes her way out into the sunshine, looking for their target. 

@constantlyhalfcocked and I were discussing food-play and shoot, and a slew of puns came to be, Shawberry and roasted Root vegetables, eat your shoots and vegetables. So they pitched in some words and I drew this adorable lil nugget.

re: that 2020 Star Wars anthology movie that most people speculate is an Obi-Wan or Boba Fett movie – in my very, very ideal dream world it would be a post-A New Hope Ewan McGregor!Force Ghost Obi-Wan haunting the hell out of Darth Vader in between there and Return of the Jedi.  And he looks like Ewan because that’s how Vader remembers him.  

We get to see what Vader was up to during that time, we get to see Obi-Wan piecing a few things together about what happened to Anakin to make him into Darth Vader (but never quite the whole picture), we could get SO MUCH HEARTBREAK as Obi-Wan starts to see maybe, MAYBE there’s something of Anakin left in there.  Despite every bit of evidence that would suggest otherwise, the growing idea that maybe something of the friend he loved was still there.

Vader is the central character, the action is plotted around him, so there’s lots of swoosh swoosh vwoom vwoom lightsaber fights, but we also get lots of sad Obi-Wan watching Vader, maybe not letting himself be seen, maybe Vader doesn’t want to see him or can’t see him or maybe Obi-Wan won’t let him see, but he’s unable to stop watching over his former friend anyway.

And the final scene is aboard the second Death Star, but this time from Obi-Wan’s point of view.  Watching as Anakin saves his son, has one more selfless moment.

The very final shot is Ewan!Obi-Wan reaching a hand out to Hayden!Anakin again, both of them a pale blue in the Force.  Anakin pausing for just a moment, conflict and fear and anger all warring at once, until dear need wins out, he wants this so badly, and reaches over to grab hold of what’s been offered him.

There’s a light touch to Anakin’s back, as they turn to face whatever’s next for them. Obi-Wan guiding him to the next step, as he’s done all Anakin’s life.

Obi-Wan’s gentle, “Welcome back, old friend.”


I would be sitting in my seat just fucking bawling.

  • Old aunt: Oh you're such a sweetheart- So what kind of boys do you like?
  • Me: *Bad boys who look mysterious af preferably with a troubled childhood so I can psychoanalyze the fuck out of them and try to save them while they fall head over heels for my clumsy-but-still-cute kinda personality, an arm tattoo and a Harley Davidson is def a plus*
  • Actually me: Uuuh.. well..I don't know..

i can’t wait for the woman i’m going to be five years down the line: swimming naked in the ocean on one of indonesia’s forgotten islands, eating fresh, exotic fruit from dawn til dusk, becoming best friends with locals and getting immersed in their culture while taking pictures for my personal portfolio

clarahopecbus  asked:

Last 5 Years!! Thoughts on gender bent/all female?

I really like this show! Almost more as a concept than as it actually functions onstage. I’ve only seen it live once and it was…pretty boring. But I love the soundtrack and I suspect strong actors would make it more interesting to watch, too (I certainly loved the movie). Its simplicity and tiny cast and compact plot make it perfect for experimentation, so I’ve given a spectrum slide of this one a LOT of thought…

I’ve actually pitched a production where the actors switch each night as to who is playing which character track (Jamie or Cathy/Charlie). This really lets audiences question what role gender plays in our interpretations of the situation and characters. To quote myself:

“If the roles in “The Last Five Years” were reversed, would we call Jamie a bitch for putting career before relationships instead of just ambitious and focused? Would the audience view a male-identifying Cathy as whipped and pathetic instead of loyal and strong to stick with her man through it all?”

And there is a sort of societal stigma that the man is “supposed” to be more successful and support the woman financially. Is it a threat to GB Cathy’s masculinity that his wife is more successful? And will we judge a powerful woman lusting after men and cheating on her husband more harshly than we judge Jamie in the original version?

Further, Jamie and Cathy are both very sterotypically gendered in the way that they argue and communicate, with Cathy being emotional and Jamie logical – almost to the point that Jamie at times seems to be almost gaslighting her. In the movie version (and likely some productions), there’s also a scene where he feels a little violent (in parts of “If I Didn’t Believe in You”). Reversing those roles would remove the social baggage and expectations attached to their discussions.

Maybe most importantly, I think the genderswapping would make us pause and really take a look at how unhealthy Cathy’s hero-worship/codependency is for the relationship and her own well-being…rather than audiences writing it off as typical woman-in-love stuff.


In my ideal dream production, there is a actor who plays Jamie, and an actor who plays Charlie, an actress who plays Jamie, and an actress who plays Cathy. Four in total. In an extended run, they rotate in and out of the roles so that there are nights with “original” casting, genderbent casting, a gay casting with two men, and a lesbian casting with two women. It’s the ultimate examination of gender politics and the interactions between couples. How do we view Jamie as a man cheating on a woman, a man cheating on a man, a woman cheating on a man, and a woman cheating on a woman? Do we, as an audience, look on those situations differently? Why? Who do we, as an audience, root for or identify with in all these different-yet-the-same stories? Why might it change as the gender identities do?

Syd Tries FanFiction: The Blarke Reunion

So fair fucking warning I have never in my life written fic before, but I typed this out for @clxrkblake tonight so we could cry and she told me to post it so I’m gonna. Basically this was my ideal, dream reunion before I saw the finale. (I’ve changed my mind about a few things since we saw the new ship but whatever I’ll still dream of this reunion every night for the next 9 months.)

So anyway, I wrote this up in like 30 minutes and there’s probably lots of typos, but deal with it and then come cry with me. <3


Bellamy sits by the window like he does every year, looking at the planet he used to call home. The glass in his hand is almost empty by now. It almost makes up for the whole thats still in his heart. It almost, for a second makes him forget she isn’t there beside him, that they never got that drink. 

He starts the same as he does every year. “I miss you. It’s been 6 years and I still miss you every day. You’d be so proud of everyone. Even Murphy.” He wipes at the tears collecting in his eyes. It never gets easier.

“I just wish… I wish I’d have told you when we had the chance. Timing never really was our strong suit was it? We were too busy keeping 100 kids alive. I wouldn’t trade it for the world though. Not a second of it.” He lifts the empty cup towards the planet thats now her grave. “I still love ya, Princess.”

He knows Raven’s behind him even before she comes to stand next to him. She’s always there for this. “It’s never gonna get easier is it?”

She shakes her head. “No. I still miss Finn every day. But you learn to deal with it. You never get over losing the one you love, their memory just becomes a part of who you are.”

He nods along. He asks her the same question every year. Every year, expecting to get a different answer. Maybe this time she’ll tell him ‘Yeah. The pain fades. One day you can breathe again. One day you’ll be able to look down at the earth below you and not feel that part of you that’s missing. But she never does.

“She’d be so proud of you Bellamy. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I just-” The static of the radio on his hip interrupts his thoughts. “Shit I thought I turned that off.” He fumbles for it, hands made clumsy by the drinks he’s downed. He barely has it out of the holster when he stops himself. Was that? No… It couldn’t be… It was just the alcohol in his system. But then…

“Where - you?"A voice. A voice even after 6 years, after 100 years he would never let himself forget. Her voice.

"Oh my god…” Raven whispers from behind him. “It can’t…”

The radio depends back into static once more before going silent and Bellamy raises his own shocked eyes to meet Ravens. “Clarke?”


They don’t believe him. “You were just drunk Bellamy.” “It’s been six years Bellamy.” They think he’s holding on to a ghost, but he knows what he heard.

“We can’t risk it because you thought you heard a dead girl on the radio.” That’s Murphy.

“It could have been an old transmission… we can’t just go down without knowing anything-”

“I left her once. I am not doing it again. If there is even the slightest chance that she is alive down there, WE ARE GOING BACK FOR HER.”


Three weeks after the night by the window they make contact. He’s helping Monty check on the algae when he hears Raven screaming his name through the halls.

“I found it.” That’s all it takes for him to follow her to the control room, to the radio, to Clarke.

“This is the station it came through. But we don’t know for sure-”

“Have you tried to make contact yet?”

“No, we were waiting for you.”

“Ok…” He sighs and grabs the radio. This is it. He’s either about to finally find that missing piece of himself or lose it all over again. “This is Ark Ring to… the ground. Is anyone there? Clarke are you there?”

There’s nothing. It feels like hours floating through freezing water waiting to hear something, anything.


“I’m sorry Bell.” Monty puts a hand on his shoulder.

She’s gone. He pushes himself away from the table ready to yell, or cry, or hit something. 


“Holy shit.”

Bellamy could tell you he’s never moved that fast in his life, almost falling over himself to get to the radio. “Clarke?”

“Bell-my?” His legs give out, but Murphy leans in to ease his fall.

“Yeah. Yeah Clarke it’s me. Oh my- It’s you? It’s really you? How?”

“Yeah Bell, it’s me.” He can hear the tears in her voice, the same as his own. 

“I’m coming back for you. I’m coming back. I promise. I’m not leaving you again.”

“I miss you.” Its all she can say.


The day they land on Earth the second time, isn’t anything like the first. It’s raining for one.

Two, he knows what’s waiting for him when he opens the door. 

And she is. 

Standing at the tree line, looking as beautiful as the day he lost her, is Clarke. Her hair is shorter. And there’s one or two more wrinkles around her eyes when she smiles, but god is she beautiful. Its like they’re not frozen for a moment, both of them standing in shock and amazement that they finally get this. 

Then, it’s like time is moving in fast forward and he’s on his feet and hers are carrying her towards him and they crash together like suddenly all their forgotten broken pieces are fitting back together. He holds her so close he thinks he can feel her heartbeat in his chest and she tangles her small hands through his hair and they’re both crying. But for the first time in 6 years, they aren’t tears for grieving. He’s sobbing apologies against her hair and she’s whispering forgiveness against his shoulder and it’s almost like they didn’t lose those 6 years. Like they were kids again, stranded on a dying planet, leaning on each other for survival.

He pulls back first to look at her. He wants to take in every single inch of her face and memorize it because he never wants to have to forget that face again. 

“I never gave up.” She laughs. “Not on you.”

He stroked her cheek, through the rain and the tears. “I thought I lost you. For 6 years.”

“You didn’t.” She pulls him close against, resting her forehead against his, and they laugh. 

He spent the past 6 years wishing he hadn’t lost her, dreaming that she could come back to him, praying that he could just hold her one more time. And now he get’s all of it. Because she’s alive and in his arms and laughing with him in the rain and he’s never going to lose her again.

TAH DAH! I hope it wasn’t awful! I’m gonna tag a few mutuals so they can share my pain. Love you guys!

@sassamyblake @bellsgirl @octanakin @ravenbellclarke @starboybellamy @scottmcblake @bobmorlee @stargirlclarke


여러분 새해복 많이 받으세용~~

(What you say in korea to celebrate new year. Literally means: everyone, please recieve many luck and happiness in the new year.)

Happy Lunar New Year to everyone who celebrates it!! ❤️❤️ 🐔


i have an interview for a job that i really want tomorrow. but its one of those interviews where they get you to do a test or a mini assignment kind of thing

help im so nervous

ID #63574

Name: Amber
Age: 18
Country: Ireland

Hi there! I’m Amber! Nice to meet you! I’m 18 years old and I currently live in Ireland.
I love music A LOT. I play The Piano, Violin, Bass Guitar, and I also sing. My favourite bands include Neck Deep, La dispute, MCR (I am aware it is 2017 and I still listen to MCR… let mE LIVE!!!), and Pierce the Veil.On the other hand, I am super into Musical theatre and I am currently applying to colleges to get a BFA in Musical Theatre!!!
I speak English and Irish (and a little bit of French) I’d be happy to teach you some Irish if you’d like!!

Thank you for reading this, I hope you are having a lovely day!

Preferences: In an ideal world my dream pen pal would be fairly close to my age (maybe like 17-20) but if we have a lot in common I’d be willing to talk to anyone! I really want someone who wants to send snail mail to each other, so hit me up if you want to do that!!!!!
(Also if you’re anti-LGBT I’m maybe not your ideal penpal)

anonymous asked:


Thank you so so much!! Messages like these make me very happy :)