never edited anything like this before but thought i'd give it a go

ti-re-elintes  asked:

So your tags fuckin kill me, especially the ones about Eskimo kisses. Can u elaborate on Isak x Even Eskimo kisses and why they make you all fuzzy? I'd love to hear your thoughts


Okay I’ve had this ask sitting in my inbox for a couple of days, because, I really wanna commit myself 100% to when I answer this, and answer it as … fully as I can, because, yes, you’re right. Their eskimo kisses make me all fuzzy. They’re probably my most favourite thing about them. This may get long? But urm … yeah, I need to explain.

Eskimo kissing, honestly, is normally, majority of the times, passed off as “just another trivial act of affection and love”, in most cases. It’s given a moment of appreciation where people go “AWW!! That’s cute!!”, and then … that’s it. You move on. It’s never really dwelled upon that much. In short, what I mean to say is, eskimo kissing is super underrated. 

But Even and Isak make it … much, MUCH more than that. They have it be this constant running theme between them, one that never drops midway through the season once they become more sexually/physically close. It remains. It stays. It sticks. Even until the very, very last scene of the season, it stays. 

Now, I don’t know if … it was scripted? Or if Henrik and Tarjei simply improvised it, but … once they had their very first, proper, eskimo kiss in episode 5, where Even and Isak spend the whole weekend in bed, after their first kiss, it’s been an ongoing Thing. Never edited out. Always being there, incorporated. 

What Even and Isak bring into their eskimo kisses is intimacy. Intimacy on a whole other level.  And it’s amazing, just how they showed that level of intimacy right from episode 5, when they’re both lying in bed that weekend, and they become, for the first time, physically close to one another. It instantly becomes so much more intimate, when Isak rubs his nose against Even’s, and Even waits to see what Isak is doing, whilst Isak is simply allowing him to bask in that feeling of being in the arms of a boy. In the arms of THAT boy that he’s felt so MUCH for. In the arms of Even. And Even smiles. He SMILES when he realises what Isak is doing, because … he’s already head over heels for Isak, but here is this boy, who just wants the smallest of touches, the simple feeling of pleasure you get when you are this close to someone you’ve been crushing on for so long, that you can finally lie in bed and brush noses, and the outside world doesn’t matter. And Even reciprocates it back. That, yeah, I feel that too, Isak. I feel that too. 

Yes, it’s cute. Yes, it’s adorable. But I find it also being EXTREMELY intimate. In fact, even more intimate than their actual kisses. Why? Because their eskimo kisses aren’t just used “when they kiss”, they don’t just eskimo kiss then. They eskimo kiss in other times too: in times where they want to comfort each other, or start a conversation with each other. It’s their direct, first point of contact. 

Case in point: In episode 5, before Even asks Isak “So, what do you think your parents would say if we began dating?”, there’s a small, private, intimate moment between them 2, where Even brushes his nose against Isak’s, then bites his bottom lip and looks down, in apprehension for what he’s about to ask Isak (because he KNOWS how big of a deal this is to Isak and him). Isak senses that Even’s … nervous … and Isak then brushes his nose against Even’s. And that’s when Even works up the courage and takes a breath in, and asks Isak the question. 

And again, in episode 8, when Isak says “Only you can feel what you feel”, Even instantly brushes his nose against Isak, again, comforting him, making it a point of contact, before he tells Isak, “And I haven’t felt anything, quite like this, ever.” It’s SO … private. JUST for them. 

Again, in O Helga Natt, what’s the FIRST thing they do? Isak walks up to Even, and he brushes his nose against Even’s, and then traces his nose against Even’s cheek. It’s SO fucking intimate. It’s SUCH a private moment. It’s literally … their first point of contact and communication. No words, just a way of them telling each other, “Hey, we don’t have to speak, but I’m here, ready to listen, when you’re ready to talk. In the meantime, let’s do something we’re both familiar with.”, and they brush their noses against one another.

In episode 10, during Minutt for Minutt, that last bit, where Isak brushes his nose against Even’s. It’s a sign of Comfort. Warmth. Safety. Intimacy. It’s so much more than just being “another physical symbol of love”, it speaks it’s own language. And Even’s deep long breaths that you can hear him take during that bit show him wanting to feel safe, and feeling safe, feeling somewhat content that he has Isak there, and that he’s taking in all this familiarity, this warmth, that Isak’s giving him. 

Even in the last scene of the season, before Sana walks in on them, AGAIN, there is this CONSCIOUS moment, where they both eskimo kiss. But here, it’s Even now providing Isak with some courage, with some calm, because even though Isak said to Even that he doesn’t find it awkward meeting Even’s Mum, so as long as Even’s smiling, and wearing clothes, that things will be chill then, Even still knows just how frightened Isak was that night when Even had his episode. Even can still feel the after effects, hear it in the way Isak’s voice became so serious, even if he was saying it light heartedly. And it’s Even that says, “I promise I’ll wear clothes”, but it’s so much more than that? That’s Even saying to Isak that, I know somedays it’s won’t be easy, and I’m sorry that I scared you as much as I did, but know that … I do love you. Know that, I’m still me. Know that, when you get scared, I can feel it. Know that, I want to soothe your worries and comfort you too, just like how you do with me. We can be that for each other. And then Even goes ahead and brushes his nose against Isak’s, for good measure, a visual, physical measure, to once again show that their eskimo kisses are a sign of comfort. It’s intimate. So intimate, that Sana walks in on them doing THAT, instead of having her walk in on them kissing. They could have EASILY shown Sana walk in on them kissing, but she didn’t. Why? Because their eskimo kisses ARE that much more intimate, and she walked in on THAT, and her fond laughter shows that she too realised she walked in on a very private moment between them 2.

And, well, if that doesn’t make me feel all fuzzy, and warm, and safe … then what will?

celescole  asked:

Hello! OMG. Thank you for the fashion career mod! You were exactly who I needed! :D I also want to make career mods but the only tutorial I find is a dated one. Of course, I can't ask for an extensive tutorial but I'm curious if you still used that tutorial, if you did, which parts were different? Or if you could just give me some pointers, I'd be really happy. :D

Hey there!  Thanks for the kind words! :) I know a lot of people are curious about the same thing, so I’m going to answer this publicly- hope you don’t mind! :)
I didn’t follow that tutorial at all, except for the part about creating the script file (that was mostly correct, but I had to do some things on my own to make it work).  I’ve actually thought about what could’ve been wrong with her tutorial.  The main thing that differed in my process is that I didn’t use the Mod Constructor program she does; instead, I just used Sims 4 Studio.  Mod Constructor may or may not be outdated, so that could be why the mod was broken.

If you already know about XML files or doing other mods, a custom career isn’t too hard to do- just very time consuming, and can become complicated depending on what all you add to it (the fashion career became VERY COMPLICATED- never doing anything like that again, LOL).  

Here is a very brief mini-tutorial on how to get started (please note that I’m writing this assuming you already know how to use Sims4Studio, and how to create XML files and make your own instance IDs, etc):

  • The first step is to open up Sims4Studio.   Go to Tools>Create Empty Package and name the package file.  Once that opens up, go to Tools > Extract Tuning. When you’re in that box, you need to type in the name of the career you want to clone.  The business career is the one I used and is a good one to start with because it has chance cards and everything attached.  So type in “career_adult_business” and select “Add to Current Package.”  Leave the Extract Tuning box open- you’ll need it again.
  • After that, you’ll need to go through and edit all the instances which link to the business career and make them for your own career.  You do this by copying the instance number or name, and then extracting the file to your package.  For example, the first thing you’ll see in the business career is “CareerSuperInteraction: si_Career_Business.”  So copy that, paste it into the Extract Tuning box, and then add that file to your .package.  
  • Then go through and change all the things in there and so on.  Replace the Strings (the text shown in game) with your own text (which you do by creating a String table in S4S and then use the hash generator to create a unique hexadecimal FNV32 hash to link your text with).  You can edit XML files directly using Sims4Studio, but the easiest way editing them is to use a program like Notepad ++, copy the XML file there, edit it from there, then paste them back into S4S when you’re done.
  • Make sure you create your own instance ID for all the files, again using the Hash Generator (for custom careers, make sure you use FNV32 Decimal, HIGH BIT) and replace the EA ones with your own.  
  • If there’s data files associated with the XML file, they’ll automatically be extracted as well- make sure all the data inside matches with your XML file (usually it’ll be stuff like the instance ID for aspirations, or the hash name for strings) and that the data file has the same instance ID as your XML file.
  • You’ll have to know how to do Python scripts for custom careers (at the very least so that your Sims can take paid time off work).  There’s tutorials for Python over at ModTheSims in their modding forum.

Sorry if that doesn’t make a lot of sense, but it’s the simplest way I can describe it.  Writing a mini-tutorial just reinforces how hard it would be to write a full-fledged one and that’s why I’ve decided not to, lol.

Anyway, I hope that makes sense and gets you started.  Careers are not for beginners, so I wouldn’t recommend doing them unless you’ve already dabbled in creating mods from scratch before.  If you are familiar with XML tuning for the Sims, if you’ve created your own buffs or traits or something similar, you’ll probably do well, otherwise, try with something easier and smaller first (keep in mind that even a bare-bones custom career would use between 50-60 XML and .data files.  Just to give you an idea of the fashion career: it took nearly 300 xml files to make, LOL…no wonder I’m exhausted from doing it), then work your way up :)

Riakle Fanfiction
  • This is my first ever Fanfiction. Please give me feedback I would love to know what everyone thinks! The next chapter is going through the last round of editing now and should be up soon.
  • Girl Meets Fate
  • Prologue
  • Word Count: 1,277
  • It was seven o'clock in the morning on New Year's Day and the five exhausted teens hadn't been to sleep yet. After the fireworks went off over the ski lodge Riley, Maya, Farkle, Lucas, and Zay stayed in the lounge and talked all night. They didn't notice when the snow started falling across the already white-topped mountain. They didn't notice when the sun peeked through the trees and slowly but surely creeped up the walls of the cabin. They didn't notice when Cory and Topanga came down the stairs with little Auggie and started making breakfast. They didn't notice anything outside of their own little world and that's exactly how they'd always liked it.
  • Riley was sitting on the cushion farthest to the right on the couch while both Maya and Farkle used her as a personal pillow. Maya was laid across the couch with her feet in Riley's lap and Farkle was sitting on the floor with his head leaning against her knees. Lucas and Zay were each leaning against the wall on either side of the fireplace. They had originally each been sitting on a pillow they stole from underneath Maya when she had started to doze but Lucas had given his to Zay when he complained that one pillow wasn't enough and it still hurt to sit. They had switched places a few times in the beginning but ultimately decided on this arrangement and had stayed this way for more than four hours by this point. They had never been so comfortable in their lives and they couldn't tell if it was the place or the company but they were each silently wishing that this trip would never end.
  • "This place is magic," Riley stated, somewhat abruptly cutting off a story Zay had started telling over twenty minutes ago.
  • Farkle laughed before turning around slightly to face her, "There's no such thing as magic. That stuff is all just illusion."
  • Riley just rolled her eyes, "I'm not talking about that kind of magic, Farkle. I'm not talking about the magic that you see, I'm talking about the magic that you feel." The room was quiet for a moment and then Riley spoke up again, "Come on! You can't tell me that there isn't something special about this place!"
  • "No. I- I feel it too," Lucas said as he sat up a little straighter. "I feel closer to you guys up here."
  • "Of course you do, Huckleberry," Maya started as she slid her feet off of Riley's lap and onto the floor and slowly sat up. "All the open spaces and creepy critters, this must feel just like home."
  • "Do you even remember Texas?" Lucas asked and then immediately regretted it.
  • The two shared a short yet meaningful glance and then Maya looked away with just a hint of a blush. Of course she remembered Texas, but she would never say that. Not here. But Riley was her best friend and Maya didn't have to say anything for her to notice the look exchanged between the two.
  • "I'm feeling some tension," Zay said as he looked at the pair momentarily, "and a tingling feeling in my butt. I think it's going numb."
  • Farkle gave him a squinted, sideways look and then turned his attention back to Riley, "I don't know if I would call it magic but I think we can all agree that this place is special."
  • "Exactly!" Riley exclaimed. "I was hoping you would all feel that way."
  • Maya hesitated, "Uh oh."
  • "I think we should come back here. I think we should come back here after we graduate and say goodbye to each other before we go to college. I don't want us to drift apart because we've forgotten this feeling."
  • "Riles, we would never drift apart. I'm your safe place, remember?" Maya said as she scooted closer to Riley and wrapped her arm around her.
  • "And I'm yours. But no matter what, I think this would be good for us. To have this one last big thing before we have to take on the world. What do you think, Peaches?" Riley said and looked at her friend.
  • Maya smiled at her, "I go where you go."
  • Riley smiled back at her and then looked at Farkle.
  • "You know I'll be there. I'd follow you ladies to the end of the earth even though there is no end because the earth is -"
  • "Okay we get it," Maya cut him off, "You'll be there. What about you Ranger Rick?"
  • Lucas rolled his eyes, "I'll throw my hat in the ring."
  • Maya's face showed her anger as once again she was unable to get to him.
  • "I guess that only leaves one," Riley said and they all turned their attention toward Zay.
  • Zay looked around at each of them, squinted his eyes up a little bit, then said, "If you people expect me to come back out here you're going to have to find me a better place to sit cause I don't think I can handle this again."
  • "Deal!" Riley said happily.
  • A few months after the trip the group dynamics quickly went downhill. The love triangle between Lucas, Riley, and Maya was resolved when Lucas formally asked Maya out on their first real date. Their relationship was a passionate one, on one extreme or the other, which they both really enjoyed but when Maya realized the toll their relationship was taking on her friendship with Riley she ended it without telling anyone why. She thought this would save their friendship, but she was wrong. When school let out for the summer they drifted farther and farther apart until eventually they weren't even talking to one another. By the time school started again in the fall you wouldn't have been able to tell they were ever friends at all.
  • Five best friends turned into strangers but strangers with a promise to never forget the feeling of staying up all night in a magical cabin on top of a hill just so they could look at each other's faces a little longer. A promise that was soon all but forgotten.
  • That is, until Farkle reminded Riley that since they had recently graduated there was a ski lodge a day's drive away that was calling their names. When she tried to protest he told her that his dad had already rented the cabin. The same cabin from three years ago. She caved. She always caved when it came to Farkle. He knew where her buttons were and he wasn't afraid to push them when he really wanted her to do something.
  • She supposed that's how she got here. Sitting in her closet staring at the pictures from the first ski lodge trip and pretending she was packing her bag. She hadn't seen these pictures in years and she wasn't prepared for the emotions that swept over her. She cried when she looked at the three friends she had lost after this trip but mostly she cried when she looked at that beautiful blonde haired girl she used to call her best friend. This trip wouldn't be easy on her - going back to that place without their old friends and knowing that they should be there - but she made a promise to Farkle and she wasn't willing to break it. She wiped the tears, put the pictures back in their rightful box, and grabbed the sweater she had gone into her closet looking for in the first place before stumbling out and finishing her packing. She closed her suitcase, took a deep breath, and then climbed into bed. She had a long week ahead of her.

anonymous asked:

It's so hard to write. As a child I had masses of journals and I'd just write away, I started multiple books but never finished them. Now I want to write a proper novel. I have the plot and characters. I just don't know what to do. How to start.

Rediscover Your Writing Happiness

Anon, I feel you. I was also one of those kids that wrote a lot, especially when I was in elementary school. And anytime I look through old school stuff and see how I wrote things like “I want to be an author when I grow up” and I see the joy I put into everything, I end up down on myself, thinking that I’ve disappointed the eight-year-old in me. 

But let’s dust that off and get to the real truth here. (And I swear, this post will eventually contain a little writing advice and not me just rambling existentially). Last night I watched the movie Hector and the Search for Happiness on Netflix, and there was a moment where one of the characters talked about the way we viewed happiness when we were kids. That we didn’t do things because they made us happy - we just did what we wanted, and we were happy because we were doing what we wanted. We evaluate our happiness far too much, when we should really just do the things we want, and we’ll be happy.

Obviously we still have responsibilities. We still have work or school or families to take care of, but when it comes to that extra time that we use for our own personal pursuits, you gotta spend that time in ways that give you peace and pleasure. That’s the bottom line. 

Moment of complete and utter honesty guys - I only blog here when I want to. I don’t force myself to answer your questions when I’d rather be doing other things. I don’t think it’s fair to anyone that takes the time to write in a question to approach it with anything other than interest and thoughtfulness. I’m not happy because I have a blog; I’m happy because I only blog when I want to. 

I tend to approach my writing the same way. I spend a lot of time thinking about my novel, which is definitely important, but when it comes time to actually sit and start writing, I make sure I’m associating it with a desire to, instead of some weird form of dread that really shouldn’t accompany any kind of free time activity.

Granted, it’s still work. It’s not easy. Easy is watching a Simon Pegg movie on Netflix, but our need for easy entertainment blends well with an additional need for forward movement. Checking tasks off lists, beating a tough level in a videogame, putting together a jigsaw puzzle, reading books on our to-read list. None of those things are easy, but they’re still fun because they challenge us to start somewhere and end somewhere else.  

My point in going on and on about this is to pose this question to the anon: Do you think you’ll be happy once you’ve written a proper novel, or will the process of brainstorming, writing, re-writing, deleting, editing and all the other good things and bad things that come along with it…will this process make you happy? It’s gotta be the 2nd one. The process of writing it has to equal happiness, no matter how tough it might get. And if you approach it that way, you’ll start to make some progress. 

How do I know this? Well, I can only say what works for me, and I have been in that position of starting and stopping novels many, many times. But the reason I have finally committed to a project for a consistent number of years is because I stopped thinking about holding that book with my name on the cover and started thinking about creating relationships and challenging those relationships with whatever situations I could imagine. 

When you’re trying to find your feet as a writer, ignore what everyone says about plotting and story arcs and climaxes and subplots. All you need to do is create a world and live in it a while. Who cares if it’s any good? Just have fun. If you face every writing session with a sense of dread, it’s likely that adulthood or young adulthood or any other noun with the word “adult” in it has tricked you into thinking that you have to be actively pursuing real estate on a bookshelf to be a writer.  Why did you write as a kid? Because you wanted to. You know how many of my stories I showed to other people as a kid? You know how many times I went back and reread the stories I wrote? Hardly ever. It wasn’t about the creation - it was the process of creating it. 

So back to my anon - when it comes to jumping into this plot and these characters you’ve constructed, just do it. Don’t evaluate the best way to start. Just start. There has to be a reason you created these characters. Was it their friendship? Their complex past together? The secrets they know about each other that no one else does? Whatever it is that made you create these characters, write about it. Craft a scene where one of them desperately needs the other one; write a scene where one of them has been through something and the other person comforts them. Write the scene where a secret comes out and write how everyone responds to it. Forget about where it belongs in your outline. It probably doesn’t belong in your outline, but it’s fun. And trust me, finding the fun can be an important part of the eventual process of crafting the proper novel. 

I’m not a published writer, no. And apart from fanfiction, I don’t have a lot of complete novels to speak of, but I’m someone that’s been where you are before. I know what it’s like to feel distant from that writer you were as a child, and I’ve overcome all that to get to a place I’ve never been before as a writer. This is how. Find what makes your process fun, and once you’ve discovered how to have fun again, the whole plotting, outlining, structure stuff? It all kind of just falls into place.

This was all very philosophical, so I apologize if none of this is actually valid to you, but I’m rooting for you anon. I hope we can both make the child writer in us proud. 


Mute!Sam Longfic teaser

Sam is 1 day old, and Dean is 4, as John tells him softly, “Dean…meet Sammy.” And then a tiny (so, unbelievably small) thing is placed in Dean’s arms as he sits on the couch, and hazel eyes—wide and trusting—look up at him, and Dean smiles hugely, pressing a gentle kiss to Sam’s forehead. “I’m Dean,” He tells Sam in a whisper, like it was a huge secret. “I promise, Sammy, I’m gonna be the bestest big brother ever.”

It was a promise Sam would say he kept. Dean would argue that.

Sam is 1 year old, and Dean is 5, as Mary puts Sam to bed in his crib after a tiring first birthday party. Dean is being tucked in by John in the room across the hall, stomach full of cake and treats, but he’ll come out as soon as John and Mary are asleep, and he’ll reach his little fingers through the bars of the crib and hold Sam’s hand, and Mary will find him just like that, asleep, in the morning. But not tonight.

Tonight, Dean screams around midnight—Mary and John race to Sam’s room, and they see a dark figure peering over their children. Dean, Sam, and John make it out before the fire erupts. Mary doesn’t.

Sam thinks about that a lot.

Sam is 2 years old, and by now, he should be talking, should already be telling John or Dean what he wants. He should at least be babbling. But nothing, not a peep comes out of him. He’s sitting on the floor, and Dean’s teaching him how to play patty cake (though Sam’s more interested in grabbing onto Dean’s hands) and Dean isn’t pressuring Sam to sing the rhyme that goes along with the claps, but John half wishes he would. Sam listens to a 6 year old Dean more than he listens to his father.

John never understood.

Sam is 6 years old, and Dean is 10, well on his way to being a full-fledged hunter. He knows how to shoot a handgun and he’s got excellent aim. John is sure he’ll be one of the best hunters when he gets just a few years older. Sam is different. He doesn’t say anything at all, no matter how many times John has tried to provoke him. Dean is Sam’s defender, and when their dad gets to be too much, he sticks up for Sam, always. Sam communicates poorly with John, but Dean understands him.

Dean’s always understood.

Sam is 8, and Dean is 12, and Dean’s been teaching him how to read and write so that he can write notes to communicate. John yells a lot, at Dean, at Sam, at everyone. He’s angry at the world. Dean keep Sam safe from John’s vicious words as best he can, but he knows it still cuts Sam like a knife every time John complains that Sam will never do anything with his life.

Sam doesn’t think John’s views ever really changed. He just stopped voicing them as much.

Sam is 10, and Dean is 14, and Sam’s doing well in school, better than anyone thought. Except Dean. Dean always knew his kid would go on to do amazing things. Despite what people may think when they learn Sam can’t talk, the kids a fucking genius. He’s going to change the world one day. Dean is sure of it.

To this day, his faith in Sam had never faltered.

Sam is 12, and Dean is 16, and John is always gone or piss drunk. Sam struggles to tell their father how he feels, but Dean always knows, and they have their own sign language that makes sense to them. When he leaves for school every morning, Sam’s fingers draw a heart on the inside of Dean’s wrist as a goodbye, I love you.

It’s a habit he’s kept up.

Sam is 13, and girls don’t notice him much, other than to give him their pity, but that doesn’t make him sad. He doesn’t have an interest in girls anyway. He’s more concerned with Dean—infatuated by his every move, more like it. Dean is mesmerising with his leather jacket smell and the smile he saves for Sam alone. Dean goes hunting with Dad almost always, now, but he doesn’t go for the research part. He’s too young looking to really help with that, but Dad calls him up to help kill things, and Dean seems to like it, so Sam can’t be too sad when he goes.

He never got over the way the separation got to him.

Now, Sam’s 15, and his hair has grown long and shaggy, so he has to flick it out of his eyes sometimes. His smile is full and bright when he’s looking at Dean, and less so when he isn’t. John doesn’t yell anymore, not like he used to. But now, it’s almost worse. It’s almost like John pretends Sam doesn’t exist. Or he just doesn’t care. It’s not like he can’t understand Sam, he doesn’t try.

Dean doesn’t have to try.

He’s always been the one person who knows Sam.

Maybe even better than Sam knows himself. 

anonymous asked:

1/8 This isn't a prompt, just an idea that's been swimming around my head, because I love Christmas and what's more Christmassy than Love Actually? I'd kill to see a Sterek version of the bit ft. Kiera Knightley. E.g. Derek and Braeden (or Jennifer?) are getting married, and Stiles throws this incredible engagement party. He even volunteers to video the night and play wedding photographer, and ok, maybe he goes a little overboard with the band, and the food, and the hand carved ice sculptures...

2/8 And maybe Stiles’ endeavours have raised a few suspicions and whispers about his feelings for Braeden (because Derek sure as hell isn’t a possibility in anyone’s mind). Soon Stiles starts getting pitying looks from his friends whenever the striking mercenary is around, and even Derek has noticed how skittish Stiles has been around him lately - they’ve never been friendly exactly but these days Stiles won’t even look him in the eye, and jealousy and heartbreak have a particularly acrid scent.

3/8 It starts to niggle at Derek more & more, a swell of frustration building up inside him. When had Stiles even had a chance to fall for Braeden? They barely know each other. And ok, he and Stiles may not be close, but Derek starts to hate the way Stiles avoids his eye lately. So Derek heads to his apartment. He has to pick up the engagement party video after all, that’s what he tells himself. Derek doesn’t even bother knocking, just strides in, more irritated than he has any right to feel. 4/8 Stiles is leaping up from the couch in front of the tv, nervous, jumpy, scrambling around for the remote. Derek doesn’t care what he’s watching, only wants what he came for, even if he’s not 100% convinced he knows what that is. It turns out the engagement video is just what Stiles is watching. He tells Derek he’s not finished editing it yet, but Derek only snorts, tells him it’ll be fine, and reaches towards the dvd player, when he pays attention, really pays attention, to the screen. 5/8 Derek is the focus of every scene, looking happy, relaxed, whole, surrounded by pack and Braeden. And he realizes. Everything clicks into place. Behind him, Stiles is muttering something, fidgeting, not meeting his eyes, says, ‘Like I said, not finished editing..’ Then he makes his excuses and leaves before Derek can move, can even register the sound of his own heart thrumming against his chest. He doesn’t see Stiles for many weeks after. Doesn’t know what he would say to him if he did. 6/8 Something weighs in Derek’s chest like lead over the following weeks, as the pack plan his wedding around him. Until one evening, Christmas eve, there’s a knock on the door and Stiles is there, phone in one hand, a cluster of poster boards in the other. Before Derek can say anything, Stiles holds a finger up to his mouth, then fiddles with his phone: Christmas carols fill the air. Derek cocks an eyebrow, puzzled, but Stiles only smiles, gives a half shrug, and holds the first board up: 7/8 “With any luck, by next year I’ll be going out with Lydia Martin.” A second board shows various pictures of Lydia posing. Derek gives a small puff of laughter, breath rising in the cold night air. Stiles smiles, holds up another board, and another. “But for now, let me say - Without hope or agenda - Just because it’s Christmas -” He pauses and gives Derek a pointed smirk. “And at Christmas you tell the truth.” Derek rolls his eyes, but his smile freezes when Stiles flips another board over. 8/8 “To me, you are perfect. And my wasted heart will love you - Even when you look like this.” Another board shows a picture of Lon Chaney Jr. as The Wolf Man. Derek really does laugh this time, then raises his eyes to Stiles’, who smiles back. a sad smile. He turns another board. “Merry Christmas.” Then, tucking the poster boards under his arm, he gives Derek a short salute, turns, and walks back down the snowy street into the night, leaving Derek balancing on the threshold.. ——————- ————— Oh god, anon. ANON. Why would you do this to me? Because I love this movie, and I loved that scene, but now all I want is for Derek to stand there, shocked and aching in the doorway because he cares about Braeden, he really does, but every step Stiles takes away from him makes him feel like he’s losing something he hadn’t even realized he was missing. He doesn’t go after him that night, obviously, because there’s Braeden to think about and all these new (not new, just… uncovered) emotions roiling around inside of him, and he doesn’t even know for sure what he wants, but suddenly every time Stiles is around the pack, or during wedding preparations, Derek can’t take his eyes off him. Can’t stop thinking about him even when he isn’t there. And as the wedding creeps closer Braeden’s actually the one to admit that things are feeling off between them - because let’s face it, Braeden’s always been the observant one of the pair - and after a long talk that leaves Derek shaky and possibly even more confused than before they break things off amicably, and Derek spends two straight weeks isolating himself in his loft, trying to get his thoughts straight. And then one night Stiles hears Christmas music playing out in his front yard, and he goes outside and sees Derek standing there and he’s all “what the hell, dude, it’s the middle of January,” but something warm and hopeful is starting to twist in his chest because Derek’s standing there, looking so vulnerable, and digging something out of his pocket that turns out to be a piece of looseleaf, edges ragged from being torn out of some notebook, and worn down from being folded and unfolded too many times. And Stiles doesn’t even care that it’s ratty and messy and the handwriting’s all scrunchy and awkward because when Derek finally unfolds it properly and holds it up it reads “You’re perfect to me too”. And then Stiles probably dives at Derek and they make out furiously in the yard until it starts snowing on them or something, and then they laugh and go inside and kiss some more.
So much salt it could fill an ocean: my not-so-luzly thoughts on JJ pulling a whoopsie

So Reygate is still ongoing. At its current pace it shows no signs of stopping and is poised to consume the whole internet like a black hole of hysteria. Hence this is a current event I’ll prob have to comment on again sometime in the future.

Work is so busy atm I’m basically bleeding from my eyeballs and writing this during my break. So this post will be short, disjointed, and severely lacking in depth. I apologize preemptively. During what free time I could find, I’ve been watching the Reygate drama unfold on multiple sites. The fallout is immense. Tumblr is melting down. Forums are melting down. Twitter is melting down and people are out for JJ’s blood. I have not seen this level of existential angst since Jar Jar Binks first graced the big screen, and I’ve gotta say: if JJ’s comments were designed to “generate interest” (why would you want to generate interest this way, there was already a TON and this drama is overshadowing Rogue One), then this has probably gotta be The Stupidest Viral Marketing Campaign to ever Viral Market. All it’s seemed to have done is give JJ a headache and put him in an untenable position. His clarification exacerbated this.

Lo, my disjointed thoughts:

I’m not going to cover the sequence of events that have transpired over the past 24hrs because I don’t have the time for it. Other people have already done it. You can find one such transcription of said events here.

I will add my 2¢ on the comments themselves, because i think the context behind them matters.

JJ’s original comment on Rey’s parents:

“Rey’s parents are not in Episode VII,” he told the audience. “So I can’t possibly say in this moment who they are. But I will say it is something that Rey thinks about, too.”

JJ’s clarification on Rey’s parents, from the same EW! article:

UPDATE: After the Q&A, EW caught up with J.J. Abrams and he clarified his comments. The director says he was only trying to point out that The Force Awakens builds up the mystery of Rey’s parents without resolving it. “What I meant was that she doesn’t discover them in Episode VII. Not that they may not already be in her world,” Abrams said.

So, some things:

  • The question “who are Rey’s parents” was asked by a child. This happened in a live audience, with live reaction times, so as stated I think the notion that JJ’s original statement was a marketing/deceptive ploy is kind of suspect. Pablo’s tweet and Daisy’s trolling erode this notion even further:
  • Tbh JJ’s original statement comes off as too truthful to me, and too straightforward, which is probably why he had to backtrack. Like I look at that statement and I see the sort of thing you would say to a child. The sort of avoiding-outright-saying-the-truth way of speaking that will confuse a 12 year old, but is easy enough for adults to put two and two together. That’s exactly what happened, and both fans/skeptics came to the same conclusion (initially). Honestly I’m more interested in Daisy’s cats at the moment, because shit is going down there and I hope she doesn’t get in trouble for it.

#Bless the Salt, #Cat’s out of the bag

JJ’s clarification is weird, but also laughable doublespeak. I’m gonna break it down as succinctly as I can:

The director says he was only trying to point out that The Force Awakens builds up the mystery of Rey’s parents without resolving it.

We already knew this. TFA already did this, purposely. It is literally THE topic everyone’s been discussing since TFA dropped. So him restating it is basically meaningless. It doesn’t detract from his original statement or take away from the fact that he outright said “Rey’s parents are not in Episode VII.”

I always say there’s intent - what you plan to put into a statement - and then the reception to that intent, and how it’s perceived. If you put something out there that is that straightforward and that blatant, saying something we already knew (i.e. “TFA builds up the mystery of Rey’s parents without resolving it) will not negate the first except by saying “I was high on PCP, your honor.” I mean these are two separate things.

“What I meant was that she doesn’t discover them in Episode VII. Not that they may not already be in her world,” Abrams said. 

So “she doesn’t discover them” can be taken multiple different ways, and at this point its pretty much pick-your-poison. Once again, its one of those blatant doublespeak phrases that’s not giving us anything we didn’t know before.

  • “She didn’t discover them” could mean Rey’s met them, but hasn’t “discovered them” yet (i.e. clued in), but with the “Rey’s parents are not in Episode VII” comment, Pablo’s tweets about Kylo, and Daisy trolling, I find this highly doubtful.
  • It could also mean Rey hasn’t physically discovered her parents yet, or they’re people mentioned in the Star Wars EU (think books and tie-ins), but not the movies themselves.
  • It could also mean Rey is Rey Rey Binks, granddaughter of a unicorn, for all we know (at this point). Again, nothing new here except doublespeak.

Originally posted by many-bothans-died

  • “Not that they may not already be in her world“ could either mean the world of Star Wars as a whole, someone we’ve met in passing, or again, someone from the EU. 
  • At this point I’m not too concerned about any of this. I have very low expectations for Star Wars to begin with, but JJ’s secondary comment screams of damage control, so I’m kinda meh on the whole thing.
  • I feel like JJ’s been put on a sacrificial altar for saying this, though, because his second comment places him in an untenable position. No matter what happens now, he’ll be accused of pulling another Khan. If Rey actually is a Skywalker, his comment “Rey’s parents are not in Episode VII” will be used as an example of him lying about an obvious plot device in bad faith. No one will ever believe him after this.
  • If Rey isn’t a Skywalker, his clarification will be seen as an unnecessary obfuscation of the facts in order to generate buzz (in bad faith). Again, no one will ever believe him after this, either.
  • Poor JJ. I feel for ya, man.
  • Pablo, I feel for ya too. You have the patience of a saint.
  • Daisy, your troll training with Mark Hamill is coming along nicely. #The Salt is Strong with this one, and I am pleased.

Lo, more disjointed (completely inane) thoughts:

  • There is literally so much salt right now that it could drown an ocean

This gif:

Originally posted by beeranyone

  • No matter what anyone says or does, professional or fan, believer or skeptic, opinions are now so entrenched that no one will be swayed until #stuff happens on screen. Pablo called us on it.
  • E! has a Bothan spy amongst us. Show yerself.

For those of you who raged that Rey “not being a Skywalker” means that there’s no Skywalker in Star Wars, and JJ has committed the #Sin of All Sins, #how dare he do this, may I present to you Kylo “My Middle Name is Ashes” Ren:

Literal Skywalker, canon nephew of Luke, and Grandson of Anakin/Vader through his mother. #Stop downplaying matrilineal bloodlines 2k16

(Thanks to my fellow salt miner for the pic).

  • For the reylos: I get the saltiness, considering the sort of reception reylo gets online. I really do. I’ve see a few people purposely invading the other tags though, just to crow about this. Ngl I have mixed feelings about this tactic.
  • On one hand I get the anger 100%, but on the other we’ve been dealing with tag invasion for months, and it’s not fun. It’s kind of miserable. I’m of the mind that you don’t respond to the wambulance unless the wambulance comes bursting through your front door, demanding you do x, y and z in your own home. So like, I think its okay to point out the lulz, a la this video, but purposely seeking people out is kind of meh. THAT SAID: I don’t aim to police how you express your anger, and I get it. This is simply my personal opinion after watching salt all day. So like, ya’ll continue to do you. It just ain’t my cup of tea, I guess I’m saying.
  • Contrary to the insults that have been hurled my way in the past 24hrs, I am not a Rey Kenobi stanner, nor am I doing/saying any of this for shipping purposes. I’m an EU fan and humble salt miner who happens to be open to all “Rey X” theories that make narrative sense (I’ve covered why I don’t think Rey Skywalker/Solo would before). Those are my true Star Wars factions.
  • When the Ep 8 team said they’re going to “take risks” I wonder if this is what they meant. If Rey not being a Skywalker IS the risk, because honestly the fallout from one off-handed comment by JJ is reaching legendary levels. It will make Fandom Wank history.

Originally posted by hyperputa

That’s all for now.


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