no joke i love everything from this movie

so, i’m still devastated about this whole thing. not only did i lose all my fandom posts and my original gifsets and writings, but i lost journal entries, posts i made every time one of my nieces and nephews were born, jokes my dad would tell, fan accounts from concerts. it’s like, i feel like i lost part of my identity. i’m not joking when i say that tumblr and that blog shaped me into who i am. everywhere i look around my house, i see things that remind me of that blog. a song will come on and it’ll remind me that i discovered it on tumblr. i feel like everything i love now - movies, tv shows, books - i love because i discovered it on tumblr and i shared that love with you all on my blog. and it’s all gone. i feel like a piece of me went missing when that blog got deleted. i know i’ll get over it, but i know it’s going to take some time. i dedicated so much of my life and time to that blog. i lost my safe haven.

anyway, i guess what i’m trying to say is that i may have gotten my same username back, but this blog won’t be the same as it was. to make sure this never happens to me again, i’m going to refrain from making original posts and content, unless something brilliant strikes. i’ll mostly stick to reblogging content. i’m going to try and find some of my original Sterek posts on friend’s blogs and get them back on this new blog. 

i know a few of you have given me links to some of my posts and i love you guys for that. i’d really appreciate it if any of you have links to my stuff, if you could send them to me. 

i’ll stop rambling now, but i just wanted you guys to know kind of where i’m at right now. love you guys!

Beauty and the EXCUSE ME

So I’m sitting here in the theatre all emotional because Evermore has me messed up. They’re all turning to antiques, the Beast is dying. I’m just gone. Then, of course, the transformation and the happily every after end scene starts. I’m happily watching (though still emotional). There’s a little girl next to me all happy as well. Belle jokes about Prince Adam growing a beard. Everything is great. AND THEN IT HAPPENS. THAT FREAKING (sexual af) GROWL. Oh man. I had to try so hard not to make some weird pterodactyl noise and scare the little girl next to me. My brain went from an emotional haze to only being able to think “I’M SORRY, WHAT?! DAN STEVENS HOW DARE YOU. THIS IS A CHILDREN’S MOVIE. I AM AN INNOCENT CHILD OF GOD.” Man, did that take me by surprise. I totally loved it though. I mean, what?

How to Love Like Us (Ethan x Reader)

Description:  Ethan is asked to join his ex for a sit down video for a YouTube channel where they are instructed to ask each other about their relationship.  As they move through their conversation, travelling through the past, a question comes up that has yet to be discussed.  The response Ethan receives is one he never expected.

Word Count: 2,862

Warnings: Talk of depression. Language.

 A/N: This is based off of YouTube videos such as Hurt Bae and other couple one on one interviews with each other.  Thank you to @scuteedolans for encouraging me with writing this piece.  In this Ethan is about 20-21 years old.  I hope you enjoy it!

 Your POV:

It had been 6 months since I had last seen him.  I knew that we were about to enter the room at the same time to sit in those chairs, face to face, with nothing just a stack of questions and never-ending eye contact.  Sat in the center of a nearly empty room were two, tall director’s chairs set so that we would be across from each other.  A couple cameras were set up to record with the camera men standing behind them, just waiting for us to take our places.

I never thought that I would be in one of these “exes ask questions’ videos, but when I was told that Ethan was asked to do one, I felt like I at least owed it to him after the way we left off, so reluctantly I agreed to do it with him.

           “Y/n, are you ready?” I turned to face the producer who had set this whole thing up.  I’m sure my eyes were filled with fear and hesitancy.

           I took a deep breath and nodded my head.  Was I actually ready to face him?  Did I have enough time to prepare myself for what was to come?  I wasn’t told ahead of time what these questions were going to be.  It was obvious that there would be questions that would catch me off guard or would be ones that I didn’t want to answer, but I signed the form that I would be completely honest and open throughout the whole thing.

           “Is Ethan in place?” she said as she pressed the ear piece closer, waiting for the answer.  “Okay, perfect, let’s get ready.” She placed her hand on my shoulder, “You’re going to do great.  We can take breaks when needed and you don’t have to ask to get up.” Her hand gave me a quick squeeze.  “Do you need a tissue?” she handed it to me without waiting for my response.

           I looked at my feet the whole time I walked to my seat, too many thoughts racing through my mind for me to comprehend.  Once I was standing next to the chair, I looked up to meet Ethan’s eyes.  He looked at me with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat the same way it did the first time he ever looked at me.

           We both picked up the notecards from our seats before finally sitting down.  It took me a solid 30 seconds to adjust in my seat whereas it only took Ethan a moment to find a comfortable position.  He tapped his cards against his thigh to straighten them up, his eyes still trained on mine.

           “Would you like me to go first?” he asked quietly.

           “Yes, please.” My voice could hardly be heard. It was like my voice had caught up in my throat.

           “Okay.” He lifted the first card, reading it to himself before sharing it with me.  A small smile formed at the corner of his lips, “How did we first meet?” he placed the card at the back of the stack.

           I laugh a bit at the memory, “We were both at Best Buy.” He flashed a toothy smile, “You and Grayson were looking for a new camera while I was looking for a new lens.”

           “Grayson was doing all of the work while I was taking pictures of myself on each camera.” Ethan filled in the next part, shaking his head at himself.

           “You kept trying to take selfies with me in the background to make me feel uncomfortable, but it didn’t work.” I added, thinking back to that day.  I had noticed Ethan moving from camera to camera, turning it toward his face and snapping picture after picture.

           “And you,” he pointed right at me, “finally posed for a picture.  You flipped me off in the background.” He broke out in a small fit of laughter.

           I nodded, “I did.  You deserved it.”

           “You’re right I did.” He paused before nodding at the cards in my hands.

           Flipping the top one over I read it aloud without taking a look for myself.  I figured that it would be a better idea to just get it out.  “Did I ever do anything that made you question whether we were supposed to be together or not?  If so, what was it?”  The question rolled off my tongue much easier than it would have if I had read it in my head first.

           A frown formed on his face, his eyebrows knitting together.  He was taking a while to respond and it was making me more nervous than it probably should have.  “Nothing you ever did made me question us being together.  You were everything I hoped for and more.”

           My lips tightened, folding in as I tried to fight back the emotions I was feeling.  He said it in such a light tone, but the hurt that was in his eyes made my heart want to explode.  I tried to find the words to respond with, but there it was like fireworks, response after response exploding in my mind but fizzling away all too soon.

           Before I could even say anything he read his next card, “If you could describe our sex life in 3 words, what would they be?” I was surprised at how well he held it together as he asked.  I knew that he wanted to explode with laughter by the playfulness in his eyes.

           I bit my lip to suppress my grin, “Amazing, loving, and…” I tapped my chin, “adventurous.” I absent mindedly played with a piece of hair that was brushing against my face.

           “Oooh, adventurous!” he wigged his eyebrows and shoulders at the same time.  I immediately hid my face in my hands, embarrassed yet amused by his response.  “Don’t be so shy!” he leaned forward and gently hit my leg with his cards.

           “I can’t help it!” I argued, pulling out my next card, “What’s your favorite memory of us?”

           “Oh I don’t even have to think about this one!” he clapped his hands together.  “My favorite memory is the time we went on the jet ski and I let you drive it for the first time ever.  It was only a minute in and you knocked us into the water!”

           “I was so excited!  Guess the excitement got the best of me.” I giggled like a school girl.

           He shook his head, laughing, “When we came up we realized that you flooded the engine somehow so we had to swim it back to shore which took like a half hour.”

           “Then we got to the dock and you refused to help me out until I admitted that it was all my fault.  So when you finally helped me out I pushed you back in.”

           “And you told me it was out of love.  And I just knew, that I couldn’t let you go that day. I’ve never felt the way you made me feel.” He laughed, throwing his head back.  “God, no one could love the way we loved.  No one knew how to love like us.”

           “We did have an epic love.” I admitted, wishing I could relive all the moments we shared.

           “Next question.  What was your first impression of me?” he raised an eyebrow.

           I shrugged, “That you were a goon.  A cute goon, but a goon none the less.”

           “You loved every bit of this!” he held his hands out as if to say, ‘look at me’.

           I shook my head, heat rising to my cheeks.  “Let’s move on.  Are you in a relationship now?” my chest tightened.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear his answer, but the question had already been asked and there was no taking it back.

           “No.” he answered.  Short, sweet, and to the point.  “Are you?” he retorted.

           “That’s not your question to ask, it’s mine.” I raised my brows at him.

           “So you are.” He deadpanned.

           “No.  I haven’t talked to any other guy since you.  But it was my question to ask, so…” I made a childish face, placing the card at the back of the stack.

           He chuckled, “Always have to be sarcastic don’t you?”  I shrugged in response, “I miss your sarcasm.”  We both got silent.  He immediately looked down at his next card, “What was your favorite thing about me?

           “Your smile.” I responded.  “Your smile when you were excited, your smile when you were happy, your smile when I told a horrible joke, when we rode rollercoasters, when we were at comedy movies.  The way you smiled for me when I was sad and when I needed courage.  You’re smile whenever we were together.  I love your smile.”

           He purposely grinned from ear to ear.  He kept moving his head back and forth to make sure that I saw each angle of his infamous smile.  Of course I laughed because almost everything he does makes me feel an unexplainable joy that was unique to only him.

           “You were the reason I smiled.” Of course he had to pull on my heart strings a little more.  I was already feeling numerous different emotions and his actions and comments were only making those feelings stronger.

           “You were the reason I smiled.” I answered truthfully. Again we shared a moment of silence before moving on.  “What is the one thing you regret about our relationship or regret not doing during it?” I asked.  Why did these questions have to go so deep?

           His head turned to the side, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.  He kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn’t get himself to turn to me.  I let him take his time; I didn’t want to rush him.  “I regret not telling you I loved you more.  You deserved more ‘I love yous’.  I wish I would have told you how much I love you every second of every day.”

           The tears finally started to well up in my eyes as he finally looked at me.  The Kleenex that had been sitting on my lap was now in my hands, ready to soak up any tears when they finally fell.  He had seen me cry enough already during the breakup, I didn’t want him to see me cry again.

           I pushed myself up from the chair, setting the cards down on the seat.  My feet carried me out of the view of the camera and off set.  Ethan didn’t follow me, he remained in his seat, his head turned back to the side again, only this time his eyes were focused on the floor. I could feel my heartrate picking up and my breathing going deeper than it had in the past 6 months.  My hands were covering my face as I took the time to collect myself.  It was a solid 3 minutes before I built up the courage to return to my seat.

           “Sorry for making you wait.” I mumbled as I returned to my position.

           He shrugged, “It’s okay, you needed a break. I didn’t mind.  I’ll always wait for you.”

           I tried to ignore his comment because there was only so much more I could take before I had a full on meltdown.  “It’s your turn.” I gestured towards the final card in his hand.

           “Oh, yeah.” He whispered.  “Okay, my last question is… Why did we break up?” his voice trailed off at the end.  “I don’t even know the answer to this question; you broke up with me and never told me why.” The curiosity in his voice was almost over shadowed by the pain.

           When we broke up there were so many things going on in my mind and when I made the decision I just left him with only a few words spoken and a thousand tears shed.  He deserved more than that but I was too much of a coward to tell him the reason.

           “I… I broke up with you because… I just…” I stuttered through my words.  I never thought the day would come where we would be sitting face to face with nowhere to run, and I would be forced to answer this question.  “I broke up with you because I wasn’t okay.  I was filled with a sadness that couldn’t be lifted.  It weighed heavy on my heart.  There were things that were going on in my life that I didn’t share with you because I know how easily worried you get.  I was just so sad.”

           “I could have helped you.  Why didn’t you tell me?  We could have worked through it together!” his voiced raised a bit but not too much.

           “Ethan…” I took a deep breath.  “Ethan, you were the only thing that could make me happy, but when you were gone my world got darker.  Do you know how scary that is?  How scary it is to know that you are depending on one person to bring happiness into your life?”

           “If you would have told me…”

           I cut him off, “If I would have told you that would have put pressure on you.  Pressure that you didn’t deserve.  I needed to learn to be okay on my own.  I can’t depend on someone all my life.  It was up to me to choose the path, it was up to me to choose recovery, and it was up to me to let you continue on your journey without me holding you back. There were many times I wanted to call you.  I wanted to tell you what was going on.  I wanted to ask you to rescue me.  But I had to be my own hero.”

           He ran his hand through his hair, a frazzled sigh leaving his mouth.  “What happened?” he whispered.

           “I was depressed.  At first I thought that there must have been something to trigger it, but there wasn’t. Sometimes people just get sad and there’s no explanation.  I started to pick apart everything in my life.  I wasn’t happy with the way I looked.  I was constantly searching for flaws on myself; it was almost an addiction for me.  I hated my job.  I chose to do what my parents wanted me to do.  I’m an accountant!  I fucking hate numbers!  I wanted to be a writer, I wanted to tell the stories built up in my imagination!  I wanted to tell our story!  And… I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.” Once I finished I took a deep breath.  I closed my eyes so that I could just breathe.  The silence allowed me to hear my own heartbeat, my pulse pounding in my head. I could hear Ethan’s breathing. It was a sweet rhythm that brought me peace faster than anyone else could.

           “You were always enough for me.” I felt his hand take mine in his.  “You are always going to be enough for me.”

           “But in my head I wasn’t even enough for myself.” I made eye contact with him.  “And I deserve to be enough for myself.”  I turned his hands over and traced the lines imprinted in them.

           “How do you feel now?” he asked, his eyes watching my fingers dance against his skin.

           I smiled, “These past 6 months I’ve been working on myself. A big part of it goes into my writing. I’m almost done with the first draft. I’m happier now.  It’s a work in progress, but there have been many successes.”

           “I’m happy that you’re feeling better and I’m happy you’re writing again.” He encouraged me, “I hope you continue to do so.”

           “I haven’t finished it quite yet…” I lifted my fingers from his hand, leaning back against the chair.  He leaned back as well, looking hurt that I pulled away.  “There’s one more question by the way.”

           “Hit me.” He said, tapping his hands against his legs.

           “It says… Do you still love me?” my hands tightened around the card.  “You don’t have to answer that.”

           He held up his hand, “I will always love you.  You were my world.”

           “And you were my world.”

           We sat there, eyes connected, voices off.  The workers dimmed the lights around us, leaving us in a peaceful darkness.  The cameras were turned off, all of the room was silent.  I stood up and Ethan mirrored my actions, our eyes still trained on each other’s.  He stepped forward, his hand sliding up my neck, delicately pulling me closer to him. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine.  I could hear the shuffling of feet carrying the camera men away, leaving us two alone.

           “God, I’ve missed you.” He whispered.  I could feel his warm breath against my lips.

           “And I, you.” My fingers lifted and played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

           “Please, come home.” I could feel his thumb moving in circles against my skin.

           “Okay.” I whispered, lifting my head a bit.

           “I told you.  I’d always wait for you.” He kissed me softly, whole heartedly, and gently. And although I never quit loving him, I somehow managed to fall even more in love.


Mystery Science Theater 3000: Designed to Fail, Built to Last

I’ve been thinking about joke efficiency lately.

If you want to do well on stage, the best thing you can do is whittle your bits down to their most crucial elements; jokes. Jokes that work. If a setup is too long, cut it. If a punchline isn’t getting consistent laughs, throw it away.

Focusing on this has been a breakthrough for me. But it does sometimes make me sad. The phrase for cutthroat editing is “kill your darlings,” so it stands to reason that a lot of what I have to cut I actually love. Usually I have to get rid of a joke because it’s based on a reference that too few people will get, at least in an average crowd.

This got me thinking about Mystery Science Theater 3000, both of today and yesteryear. One of the things I’ve always loved about MST3K is that the show makes really, REALLY obscure jokes. 

One of my favourite jokes was on This Island Earth - a security guard reading a magazine is startled at his post. One of the bots says “I was reading it for the Kilgore Trout story!”

Kilgore Trout was Kurt Vonnegut’s fictionally prophetic SF writer, and the joke is that he could only be published in porn magazines because he was too weird to be published anywhere else. So this quip was a roundabout way to say that the guard was looking at porn that also invoked, and complicated, the classic Playboy apologia, “I read it for the articles!”

It takes two seconds to resolve, and it takes a VERY PARTICULAR SORT OF NERD to get it. Everyone else would pass over it in silence. The fact that it made it into the episode (which they released as “MST3K: The Movie” - ostensibly their bid for mainstream attention) is bananas and I love them for it.

No reference is too nerdy, too Minnesotan, to get away with for Mystery Science Theater. So how do they do it?

I think it has to do with format. Joel, Mike, Jonah and the bots have to fill 80 minutes worth of movie with jokes. Everything that happens on screen needs a comment. Dead space isn’t a failed joke, it’s silence from the commentators while the movie marches forth without them.

This requirement, of constant riffing, has an interesting result: NOT EVERY JOKE HAS TO LAND. Which means that they can populate the film with one-percenter jokes designed for very particular audiences.

In a comedy club, that would mean the joke is a failure. But in a show like MST3K, that’s why you love it. Every time I got one of these as a kid, I felt like a genius. That feelings helped me create a real bond with the show, because I felt like I was part of the club.

It’s no surprise to me that MST3K is back for more, albeit with a new cast and crew. And I feel certain that everyone working on the new version loves the show in part because they were people who responded to these buried jokes, the ones designed, it seems, for no-one else but them.

dominiquefourie  asked:

So I'm writing a story and while it isn't a romance there is a romance in there - problem is though that I've never been in a romance as such so how on earth can I write about one?? If you have any advice I'd hug you

Ok so I’m currently in a relationship and have one ex, so I bet i have enough experience to give you advice.

Let me just say: relationships aren’t all about the declarations of love and kissing and the like. It’s the little things that make it special.

Holding hands, cuddling on the couch- that sort of stuff- is hugely underrated in books, where authors think teens just kiss, have sex, and make long sappy speeches about how much they love their partner.

People in relationships have a sort of closeness that makes it different from friendship.

Here are some things I do with my bf that is usually never depicted in books:

- footsie under the table
- cuddling while watching a movie without having it progress to something else
- bumping knees when sitting next to each other
- playing card games
- forehead kisses
- inside jokes
- squabbling over unimportant things
- texting long into the night

There’s also the fact that not everything about a relationship is romantic. They’re not just your lover, they’re also kind of your friend. You do stuff friends would do, just with the romantic stuff mixed in.

frozen the musical review !! part 1

:: hi everyone! I live in Denver, and got a chance to see the frozen musical! it was super amazing and I wanted to share my experience with you all, if you want! I’ll just be giving my take on it, and going through the parts of the play I really liked!!!… which was all of it….. in as close to chronological order as I can….

please know there will probably be spoilers, and I’m sorry about that i really am but there was just so much that I really enjoyed to leave any of it out! #warned!!!! 

please ask me questions so i can better organize my thoughts for part two!

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Only Because We’re Pretty Good Friends, a Trevor Collins x Reader Fic

A/N: Basically I’m like in love with Trevor and decided to write a lame thing because why not. If you want to send in a request or something, please do! My ask is always open! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Summary: You and Trevor have an on going joke that lasts a lot longer than you thought it would. 

You still weren’t used to the constant presence of another person in your office. It had been months since Rooster Teeth, and more specifically, Achievement Hunter, had hired Trevor and moved him into your office with you, but after having your own office for almost two years, it was a big adjustment.

You were neck deep in your days work, typing furiously, when you felt something knock forcefully against the back of your chair. You knew what it was, for it happened on a daily basis, but you couldn’t help but stop your work and glance over your shoulder at the flustered boy.

“I’m sorry! I’m really trying to work on not pushing back so far when I get up.” Trevor says quickly, automatically pulling his chair away from yours. You chuckle and shake your head, turning your chair a bit to face him.

“I tell you not to worry about it every single time it happens! When are you going to start listening to me?” You question, raising your eyebrows at him. He shrugs, his cheeks still burning crimson.

“Eventually, probably, maybe.” He says, moving to the printer on the filing cabinet. You watch his back as he filters through the papers coming out, watching his muscles shift and ripple beneath his red shirt. You smirk, turning back towards your computer, giggling when he pulls his chair out and it whacks the back of yours again.

As the day progresses you notice your work load noticeably diminish and by lunch time you had found the time to take a short break, sinking back into your chair, rubbing your eyes tiredly. After several minutes you turn to pull your lunch out of the mini fridge below your desk and feel your chair knock against Trevors, and groan.

“Sorry.” You say, laughing at yourself.

“I tell you not to worry about it every single time it happens! When are you going to start listening to me?” You hear him say, mocking you. He hadn’t turned to look at you but you can still tell he’s smiling.

You turn a bit, and by a bit you mean literally two inches, and smack him lightly on the shoulder before unzipping your lunch bag and tearing open your yogurt. You hear him chuckle quickly to himself as he pulls his headphones off and drops them noisily against his desk.

“Hey, Y/N, can I ask you a question?”

You lick some yogurt off of your spoon and nod, pulling your legs up to sit criss-cross.

“Well,” he started. The crimson color was returning to his cheeks, making you smile behind your yogurt container. “We’ve shared an office for awhile now, and we’ve become pretty good friends.”

“Well, if you consider us being together every night watching Conan, binge eating a gallon of ice cream each, falling asleep in a pile of messy limbs on my couch and sobbing at the Notebook together like a bunch of teenage girls as ‘pretty good friends’, then yes.” You say with a laugh.

Trevor smiles, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

“Okay, well, I thought maybe we could, I don’t know, go out to dinner or something? Ya know, because we’re pretty good friends.”

You smirk and set your yogurt down beside you, turning in your chair to face him, once again whacking it against his. He watches your movements intently, breath hitching in his throat as you close the space between your faces to merely a couple inches. His eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes.

“Only because we’re pretty good friends.” You say, closing the gap between your faces, connecting your lips with his.


You watch out the window as the buildings pass by, excitedly bouncing up and down in your seat. The hand on your thigh tightens it’s grip a bit and you hear Trevor laugh from beside you, throwing you a smile.

“What is with you and your bouncing?” He asks, flicking his turn signal on to switch lanes. Driving in downtown Austin always stressed you out but it seemed to come second nature to him.

“I’m just so excited! The fact you won’t tell me where we’re going is making me all jittery.”

You pass by the movie theatre you went to on your fourth date and smile to yourself, glancing over at the boy beside you. He has a smile plastered across his face, the wide, toothy one that you fell in love with. You move your eyes from his face to your thigh where his hand is resting and notice the way his fingers are pushing into your skin just enough for there to be little indents. You rest your hand over his and hum in content, leaning back in the car seat.

After around ten minutes of driving you pull up to the side of the Colorado River, near the bank that was littered with trees. You screech excitedly, shoving the car door open as quick as possible to take off towards the water. You hear Trevor slam it shut behind you and begin making his way across the gravel parking lot to your location. You had already rid yourself of your sandals and were perched on a rock, the waves splashing over your feet.

“Do you know why I brought you here?” You hear Trevor ask from behind you, his large hands clapping down on your shoulders. You turn to look up at him over your shoulder, shaking your head.

“Well, we came here after our first date, I know that, but I have no idea, no.” You admit, racking your brain for an answer. Did you miss something? Were you supposed to know why he had brought you there?

Trevor let his hands slid from your shoulders, down your arms and locked them with yours, giving them a little tug.

“Come up off the rocks and I’ll show you.” He whispered in your ear.

His voice sends shivers up your spine and you attempt to shake them as you skip up into the grass, twirling around once in your sundress. He watches in awe as you twirl, sliding his hand in his pocket to grip the small black box resting in it.

You stop when you notice how happy he looks and blush, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“What?” You ask, letting out a small laugh.

He shook his head and came forward to kiss your forehead before sighing and kissing your lips instead. And then, in one quick motion, he dropped down to one knee, pulling the small box out of his pocket.

“I’d like to think we’re pretty good friends, so, Y/N, will you marry me?”

You aren’t sure what to say, so instead you just shake your head enthusiastically, tears falling against your cheeks. He jumps to his feet and slips it onto your finger, pulling you into a long hug. You can both feel your hearts beating violently in each others chests.

“Only because we’re pretty good friends.”


You had been waiting for this day since you were four years old. You could vividly remember home videos that your parents had taken of you with a pillowcase on your head like a wedding veil, and now you actually were wearing one. A real one. And instead of you standing on the landing of your staircase like a makeshift altar with the oversized teddy bear your grandfather had bought you, you were standing in front of a boy you had met a little over five years ago as he beamed at you.

“It is now time for the vows.” Began the minister, smiling at you two. He sends a wink in your direction before turning to Trevor. “Trevor.”

You watch as his best man, his long time best friend from back home, comes forward and hands him the small, stark white piece of paper with his vows written on it. He unfolds it with shaky hands and you notice his messy handwriting scrawled across it.

“Y/N, you have made me the happiest person alive for the past five years, and even before that. I had no idea that when I was hired by Rooster Teeth that I was going to be put in the same office as someone as wonderful as you, and I’m so glad I was, despite the size of the office at the time.” He pauses and you let out a small laugh, reminiscing on the office you shared three buildings ago. “And those close quarters, all of the chair bumping, late nights watching Conan, well, they made me fall in love with you. I love you, so, so, so much, Y/N, and I am so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

When he was finished he reached up to wipe a tear away from his eye, before reaching over and doing the same to you, earning several aw’s from the wedding goers. You smile against his hand before turning to take your piece of paper from your Maid of Honor.

“Trevor Collins, I love you. I love the way you smile, the way you look when you drive, the way you hum so often you don’t realize you’re doing it until someone points it out. I love the way you jump like a little kid when we’re at the cinema about to see the newest Marvel movie and the way you have to make your own macaroni and cheese because you can only have the noodles a certain way. I love everything about you, from your nose to your toes. And I cannot believe that I’m marrying the love of my life. But, ya know, I’m only doing it because we’re pretty good friends.”

You and Trevor laugh loudly at your joke, and although the wedding goers didn’t understand, you both did, and that’s all that mattered.

Unexpected reunion (Tobi/Simon Request)

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
The main words running through your brain amongst the utter, burning shock of seeing who was in front of you.
Of all the people, did he really have to be here? Did he really have to be friends with Tobi? Did he have to be such close friends with him? Him?
He looked different but not too different. His hair had grown out more now, his face and muscles more defined. But still the Simon you knew. Mousy brown hair on his head and piercing eyes focused on yours.
You hadn’t seen him in so long. Since you were 18 in fact. Since you first left for travelling, for going to make your mark on the world. It had been messy towards the end. You were going to leave for two years at a minimum and he would be staying in England. Though he adored you more than anything, it would be impossible for anything between you to work. So things had ended. As inexperienced teenagers, you left each other. And of course, it was tough. But you went on to accomplish what you had always wanted to. Help charities, swim in the wild with dolphins, explore rainforests, climb to the top of mountains and dive to the bottom of foreign seas. You’d spent two years having the best time of your life and by the time you returned, Simon was simply a happy memory. A time of your life. A past event.
Though to Simon, it hadn’t happened like that. He’d moved in with the guys, he’d become successful on YouTube, built his career doing what he loved but there was always something missing. The girl that put the biggest smile on his face. That beat him in video games and laughed at his defeat. That knew him better than he knew himself. He always told himself there was no chance of him ever finding anyone as good as you. And that’s why he had always been single. Any girl he met, or spoke to, he found flaws in them that didn’t match to you. They didn’t make him laugh like you did. They didn’t touch his arm and make him feel that immature electricity that never went away. Nobody could be even close enough to being a match to you.
“Do you guys know each other?” Tobi asks, his arm still comfortably around your waist.
“Um” You start, “Yeah, our parents have known each other for years” You smile.
“Yeah, what a coincidence?” Simon exclaims, “Its great to see you”
“Yeah, you too” You nod, returning his friendly hug.
“I’ll just grab us some drinks, okay babe?” Tobi comments, heading off to the kitchen.
You notice JJ looking between you and Simon and widen your eyes slightly at him. When you and Simon were together, it was more of a long distance style. You lived an hour away so you knew JJ but only as your boyfriend’s best friend.
“Right, we should go grab the stuff to record” Josh nods before being followed out by the ones you now knew as Ethan, Vik and Harry.
JJ and Simon stop behind.
“I’m right aren’t I? You two…” JJ begins.
“Yeah” Simon replies quickly.
“Fucking hell” His friend mumbles, “I should leave you to it”
He quickly heads outside, evidently going to Tobi to stop him from entering again.
“So, how are you?” You ask politely.
“Im good, thanks” He scratches the back of his neck, “You?”
“Great” You say, “What a small world ay? You knowing Tobi” You chuckle lightheartedly.
“Yeah, tell me about it” He laughs, a hint of wanting to say more in his voice.
“I can’t believe you guys know each other” Tobi exclaims when he walks in.
“Yeah we were just saying” You smile.
“How do your parents know each other then?” Tobi asks inquisitively, taking a seat with you beside him on the couch.
“Our dads did a job together once and our families met through that” You explain. That was true.
“This is crazy” He chuckles, “Have you seen anything of the house yet babe?”
“No nothing” You shake your head.
“I’ll show you around” Simon states, “Tobi, the guys can help you set up for your video”
“Ahh thanks man” Your boyfriend responds and you follow Simon around the house.
You try your best to focus on the different rooms so you didn’t get lost whilst staying here but you still felt in a weird sense of shock that he was here.
“We can’t tell him” Simon states simply as the pair of you walk up to his room.
“What?” You frown, slightly disgusted.
“We can’t tell Tobi that we used to date” He shakes his head.
“I’m not lying to him!” You exclaim, “No, I can’t”
“You have to! We can’t suddenly admit that we used to date until the age of 18 and now you suddenly happen to be dating him!” He retorts, stubborn as usual.
“I don’t give a fuck. If he has a problem with it, we’ll deal with it. But he’s my boyfriend and I’m not comfortable with keeping a huge part of my life away from him” You reply. Truth in a relationship meant a lot to you. Even if it did sound cringey. It was one of the reasons Tobi adored you so much.
“You haven’t changed” he chuckles.
“Why shouldn’t we tell him?” You ask.
“Because-” he starts, “ Because I’m still in love with you”
You freeze more than you did when you first saw his face.
“Wh-” you begin.
“Because ever since you left, I’ve not stopped being completely fascinated by you. Like I always was. I’ve not stopped laughing at your jokes whenever I remember them or smiling when I think of you” He explains, “I’ve never stopped remembering the girl that made those years the best years of my life” He croaks.
From the corner of your eye, you notice a box in the corner of his room that you gave to him on his 18th birthday as one of his 18 presents. It was filled with small memories of the pair of you. Photos, movie tickets, snow globes from places you’d been to on holiday, small cards with your funniest quotes or jokes. Everything of his relationship with his babygirl.
“I figured I should keep it” He smiles when his eyes follow yours, “I tried to get rid of it when you left but there’s so much in there that I couldn’t bare to lose. I’ve never shown the guys”
“Simon, that part of our life was when we were teenagers and young and innocent. And that’s great. And I loved that. But its not the point. I’ve moved on, I’ve travelled the world, I’ve seen different cultures, I’ve changed. And if you haven’t, then okay. But I love Tobi now and im happy with him. We’re really happy. High school doesn’t last forever Si” You sigh and he looks down.
“Simon, you ready to film?” Ethan calls upstairs.
“We’ll be right down” He responds loudly, his eyes not leaving yours.
You nod and walk past him, heading instantly downstairs.
“What’s wrong babe?” Tobi frowns as soon as you walked into the lounge. He instantly knew something was happening as always.
“Its okay, I just remembered there’s something I need to talk to you about” You force a smile, trying your best to ignore Simon’s lingering stare.

anonymous asked:

Mirio meeting an American hero student with a quirk that lets her turn into a mermaid in the water (like one of the ones with the super long tails in the pirates of the Caribbean movie?) and falling for her at first sight and even more as he gets to know her? She is calm, kind, a little cold at first because people make her nevous, and love puns, anti joke, and dirty jokes. Sorry for the long request. ^^;

The mermaids from Pirates of the Caribbean were my favorite part of that film ! Thanks for the request! It’s very specific, so I’ll try to include everything here.


⚪️ Mirio has always appreciated uniqueness in people. This girl, even from a first glance, not knowing anything about her, he could tell that she’s something special. 

⚪️ When he first saw her, he was walking by the school’s pool after the last bell of the day, heading home when he noticed the splash of water, the long, elegant tail flipping out from the surface before submerging. His feet immediately stopped moving. 

⚪️ The colors of her tail seemed to reflect in the sunlight like crystals, catching his attention right off the bat and drawing him in. He waited almost anxiously for the beautiful creature to emerge once more, his face pressed so close against the wire fence that he almost accidentally phased through it.

⚪️ Then she came back up and he saw her again in all of her glory. Strange how even in the world he lives in, where there’s a pro hero who can turn into a literal dragon, he still feels like he’s in some fantasy land. 

⚪️ He has to know more about this girl.

⚪️ He began taking the same route after school every day at the same time just so he could get a glimpse of the mermaid-quirked girl as she swam. Eventually it came to him asking questions about her, hoping to find out her name and anything he could. 

⚪️ Eventually he found out that she’s an American transfer student training to be a hero as well. Even without that glorious tail of hers, he was able to recognize her one day during lunchtime in the cafeteria.

⚪️ Yes, she’s just as beautiful without the tail as she is with it.

⚪️ Mirio is awe-struck at first but he quickly recovers and introduces himself. Turns out she already knows him, or at least of him, since the other girls at the pool were telling her about ‘that guy who always walks by every day and stares at you for five minutes then leaves’

⚪️ She’s kind of nervous at first since he came on so strong but Mirio’s naturally friendly, inviting, and warm personality really helped ease you into getting to know him better.

⚪️ The relationship took off pretty fast, especially once she started to become more comfortable around him

⚪️ Once he got to know her personality, that was it. He knows for sure that he’s in love with this girl. 

⚪️ Constant jokes. Puns. Dad jokes. Dirty jokes. Anti jokes. It’s all there. In fact, she makes him laugh at quite possibly the worst times possible, and when Mirio laughs, it’s out-loud and contagious.

⚪️ After a while into their relationship, Mirio always enjoys watching her take baths. Not necessarily because he gets to see her top half naked, but because he can’t get over how fascinating her tail is. 

⚪️ insists on making her a giant, portable pool of water so she can be in her mermaid form wherever she goes. Not very convenient, though.

Melissa McCarthy’s SPY (2015)

Here are some thoughts from a random person who just saw the movie Spy. I loved the movie so much. I’m giving it cookies for everything it did right and for everything it didn’t do wrong. (SPOILERS!)

It didn’t go there:

  • Ha ha, fat people are fat trope - Susan is a fat person and the movie was okay with that. Her size was never the point of the jokes. She never talked about her size; no one called her fat (even the villain who constantly insulted her); the words diet, weight, or figure never came up.
  • Fat people are always eating trope - She ate exactly twice, both times for a joke that would have played the same way if she had been thin. She didn’t eat for comfort when she was grieving, or angry, or frustrated. She didn’t talk about food. There was even an office cake joke that happened in the background while she did other things.
  • Fat people are out of shape trope - She had chase scenes and fight scenes and tons of activity without the typical stopping to wheeze and gasp for air bit. She didn’t talk about having a heart attack from exertion. She just did stuff.
  • Fat people bump you around with their fat bodies when they fight trope - She had some awesome fight scenes and never once belly bumped anyone, used her boobs as weapons, smothered anyone with her body, or sat on anyone. She fought like a regular person, and one that actually knew how to fight, at that! I shouldn’t have to give a cookie for this but it still happens in today’s media, so cookie.
  • Fat women are always desperate for men trope - She was in unrequited love with one man. When he was gone, other men tried to repeatedly hit on her and she didn’t swoon at the first sign of interest. She wasn’t like, “Who, me? You want me?” She just said no thank you like anyone else.
  • Fat people are gross trope - The main objections people seemed to have were about her clothing. And once she got a hold of some nice threads people were impressed and complimented her. Like no one acted like there was anything inherently wrong with her body, just her style.
  • Sparse use of the B-word and other slurs against women - Movies were always littered with it, but TV shows nowadays act like they get bonus revenue for each time they can shoehorn the B-word into the script. So cookies for having a female villain and a hardass female boss and resisting the seemingly uncontrollable urge to rattle off every gendered insult in the book. Even during some serious trash talk. When one loudmouth went there, he got called out on it.
  • Gratuitous nudity trope - With so many women in the cast it would be simple to throw in a random swimming pool scene to get that iconic spy movie bikini shot. We didn’t even watch any of the women get dressed or undressed. It’s like when they cast a bunch of men, and they all walk around fully clothed, but you somehow manage to enjoy the movie anyway. But with women.
  • No male gaze - There was no slow pan up or down a woman’s body as some sort of means of character introduction. There was no let’s hide in a closet, oh guess we’re stuck watching her undress. We just let hot chicks not have to get ogled for once.
  • “I’ll take it from here, honey” trope - Women in action movies are often shown with false empowerment. Like, yeah they get a few punches in, and yeah they won that cat fight with the female side villain, but when it comes time to kill the big boss, there’s a man there to take the shot or deal the killing blow. She did almost all the heavy lifting for the violent/action stuff. She didn’t even fight in tandem with the other male spies. She was truly badass all on her own.
  • A female villain needs to be vanquished/humiliated trope - Hollywood loves to punish women. Along this widespread theme almost no female villain gets killed/arrested without someone telling her off, or at least a parting shot. Most often using the B-word or C-word. There’s a close up to cherish her outrage and/or fury and then she’s taken out. In this movie she just got arrested. We even acknowledged that she sort of bonded with Susan without being sappy. This trope is not mandatory, people.

They finally went there:

  • Women were allowed to have ugly personality traits - The villain was an ass to everyone and that’s just her personality, and she respected mouthiness in others. Susan was very polite, but when she started cursing like a sailor, no one was shocked or tried to shush her, they didn’t even comment on it. The CIA boss was allowed to be a hardass boss without any of the men grumbling or joking about it.
  • They fridged a man for HER motivation - So often there is a dead woman and/or kids fueling the male action hero. A man’s death spurring a woman into action, vengeance, even. It’s almost like these are human emotions, not just male emotions.
  • She knew her stuff - We honored the fact that Susan spent ten years doing all the detail work that supports spy missions, and we got to watch her use that wealth of knowledge to be an awesome spy.
  • Susan to the rescue - She rescued the other male spies multiple times. It wasn’t to prove her worthiness or anything, it was just her getting things done.
  • Boys on the side - Some major big name male actors took a back seat to Susan and her storyline and we solidly kept the focus on her. The guys were often extra comic relief.
  • Susan is deaf to your mansplaining - One loudmouth kept showing up trying to tell her that he should be handling things and how she was just going to ruin stuff, but she always stood up to him, never doubted herself because of him, and told him he was talking nonsense.
  • It’s not because girls can’t espionage - When people expressed doubts about Susan handling the mission they focused on her lack of field experience or her mild personality. Even the loudmouth. They didn’t act like women can’t do it. The most badass spy at the agency was a woman. 
  • Susan is hot stuff - Multiple guys tried to get with her and, while often unwarranted in other movies, it served a bigger purpose here. In action movies where there are supermodel looking chicks trying to contribute and help blow stuff up while the dude bros keep hitting on her, or worse she’s offered up as the man’s reward for winning the day, that mess is just so extra. Here it serves to remind us that being fat doesn’t automatically make you unsexy or unlovable.
  • Nude pix - Oh yeah, there was a flash of gratuitous nudity. No girl ass, no boobs, no bush glimpse. There were unexpected dick pics. I repeat, no barenaked ladies, but dude parts! What? I love it.
  • Friendship is magic - She had a close friendship with another woman and they stayed friends. No frenemies, no betrayals, just another woman that she could talk to about stuff and things. Someone who understood her and enjoyed her for herself, not just to be close to the action or something. She even chose friendship over romance in the end. Two cookies for that.

Ok, so they did go here:

  • Fifty shades of white - One Asian spy in one scene does not constitute racial diversity. This one’s a no-brainer, people. Do better.
  • Girly men suck  - Susan had some choice rants, some of which berated men for effeminate traits. They were cringe-worthy and I’m hoping Melissa McCarthy can grow out of this at some point. Her movies include so many unscripted riffs that I have to point at her on this one.
  • Watch the hands, pal - I thought they were excessive with the Pepe Le Pew guy’s handsiness.

TL;DR Everyone should see this movie for all the reasons. They manage not to screw up the little stuff.


Girls in Towers

First things first, this is not a movie review, and there won’t be any spoilers.

Also, I have not read Everything, Everything, so I’ll be referring to the Maddy portrayed in the movie rather than the book since one character can be different sometimes when you travel through different arm mediums (but I plan to read it, so maybe I’ll talk about it once I do).

Okay, so I recently saw Everything, Everything at the movies, and it was absolutely adorable, emotional, and it just ripped at my heartstrings. I would totally recommend this movie, and I’m not even the kind of person that would willingly watch a movie where romance is one of the biggest driving parts of a story. (I haven’t even seen The Notebook.) Disney Princess movies might be are the usual exceptions, but that’s not the point. The point is that I don’t mind romance (in fact–shipping is something I do way too much), but when romance is one of the main parts of a story, I’m usually not interested at all. Surprisingly, that wasn’t the case for this movie, and I had no idea why. For some reason, I was set on seeing it as soon as I could, and I did. I also found out why I wanted to see it so bad.

The main character, Maddy, is inside a “tower” of sorts, and that’s my favorite kind of movie. In fact, one of my favorite movies ever is Tangled (see my profile picture), and my other favorite movie is Penelope. And what happens in both of these movies? A girl who is trapped in some way escapes and then takes control of her life, which is what happens in Everything, Everything with Maddy. Since I loved that it followed the theme of a girl in a tower, I thought I’d compare the ways that each movie (Penelope, Tangled, and Everything, Everything) tackled the “Girl in a Tower” theme.

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(The second one’s been sitting in my asks for ages I’m so sorry)

-They work off each other great
-Like, Hvitur can fight
-But when someone hurts something that Asha cares about?
-They’re gonna die
-Hvitur frequently watches as someone’s beat up by his girlfriend with a loving look
-And when they ask him for help he just shrugs like ‘I couldn’t stop her even if I wanted to’
-After they got used to each other, they are the most sarcastic, most joking creatures on this planet
-They taught Glory everything she knows
-She learned from the best
-They’ll frequently sing old Disney movie duets because it cracks them up
-Hvitur will go over the top with decorations or food or anything for a celebration
-And Asha will just be taking a long sip of coffee like ‘It’s three in the morning stop carving pumpkins’
-Everyone loves them because they’re just so happy together
-They’re also so fun
-Asha & Hvitur: *step onto stage*
-Asha: *dramatic point at Moon*
-Asha: HIT IT
-They work the crowds like an art
-Like, The Jade Band are just so awed
-I feel like I worked a little bit of a ton of past aus into this
-But I couldn’t help it these guys are so compatible
-I have a new otp

anonymous asked:

Your account is amazing omg 😍🙌🏻 could you possibly do a Lance imagine where you're one of his best friends (idk how you ended up in space with him but let's roll with it) and he realises he likes you more than a friend? Tysm! ✨

Yesss totally and omg thank you so much!! Also sorry not sorry for the beatles ref! I will always make one whenever I can mwahahaha

LANCE and (y/n) has been friends ever since they both started at the garrison. They were in the same class and has been friends ever since! They get along greatly together, like peanut butter and jelly or Paul McCartney and John Lennon! When Lance found out about Voltron and everything else, he asked if he could bring (y/n) because they are his rock and he really needs them around. Everyone wasn’t overly found of the idea but when Lance wouldn’t stop pouting and begging, there was no other chance than to say yes. This was of course if (y/n) was okay with going and leaving their live on Earth but who wouldn’t want to go save the world?! 

Fast forward a couple months and everything is going great! (y/n) has actually been a huge help to the team. They help out as much as they can and are super glad to do so! They really appreciate that Allura and Coran were nice enough to let them stay. Since they’ve been spending pretty much everyday around Lance, they’ve started to develop some feelings towards him. It’s like everything is different, his jokes are actually funny and they get butterflies whenever he’s near. Of course they know what this means, but are refusing to admit it. How could they, if he didn’t feel the same way, their friendship would most likely end or become very awkward. And since they see him pretty much everyday, it wouldn’t be too fun. Naturally, their next course of action was to avoid him as much as possible. 

“Hey (y/n)!” Lance said walking up to them. great just what I need (y/n) thought, “hey Lance! How you doing?”

“Pretty good, ya know the same, saving the universe one planet at a time.” He said trying to act like he’s all cool, little did (y/n) know that Lance felt the same way towards them, minus the whole avoiding them part. He’s honestly had a little crush on them ever since they became friends. He loved the way their hair fell into place, they way that they laughed at his jokes, and how smart they were. Everything about them was perfect.

“So what’s been up with you lately? I haven’t seen you around, like at all.”

“Oh, um, don’t worry about it! I’ve just been in my room, I haven’t been feeling all that well. I’ve mostly just been reading and binge watching my favorite movies cause why not you know? Hahaha.” They said awkwardly while slowly backing away from Lance. “AlrightsoI’mgoingtogobye!” They said in a rush and then quickly left. That was a close one. They thought as they walked back to their room.

Later that night there was a knock at their door, it was Lance! He was standing there with a sheepish grin on his face and a tray. “So, I um, made you some food cause you said that you weren’t feeling that well. There’s some ginger-ale, homemade chicken noodle soup, and some crackers. I also brought you some tissues and this book that Pidge really likes. She’s always talking about it and it sounded like something that you might like.” He handed them the tray while he scratched the back of his neck.

“Wow, Lance… I just- this is so sweet. It’s one of the nicest things that anyone has ever done for me, thank you so much.” They took the tray and put it on their desk. No matter how hard they tried they couldn’t wipe that stupid smile off their face. Not to mention that they could feel their checks heating up and were probably as red as a cherry about now. 

“Oh it’s really nothing, I just was thinking of you.” He looked at them, now both of them are blushing messes. 

“As a friend right? Of course as a friend, I don’t know why I said that, sorry!” They said completely embarrassed at the fact they said that.

“Well, no actually. I’ve been thinking a lot about what’s happened this past year. It’s been crazy, but amazing. I’ve enjoyed every second of it and I don’t regret a single thing. Since you’ve been avoiding me, yes I know, we all know, it’s really made me think about how much I miss you when you’re not there with me. Whenever I have something to say, I always find myself turning my head to tell you but you haven’t been there. You understand me better than I do myself and I just need to tell you how much you mean to me and how much I cherish our friendship. It means the absolute world to me- no universe! Cause it’s never ending, get it?!” He said nudging them laughing a little, trying to break the awkward silence. “…So are you gonna say anything?”

“Lance! That was beautiful what do you expect me to say! Anything I say will just sound shitty compared to that! But, I feel the same, I really do. And I’m glad that you cherish our friendship so much.” They said slowly walking over to him, taking his hands in theirs, and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. 

“C’mon, keep me some company while I eat the soup you made. Why did you make the soup if you knew I wasn’t sick?” They asked leading him over to their bed before sitting down and grabbing the tray.

“Cause I needed an excuse to see you, duh! Now gimme those crackers!”

I’m just sitting here thinking about how awesome it was to see billy be the autistic representation for power rangers like

first of all: black kid

I love getting a break from boring white people represent everything

but also just….he wasn’t a fucking joke

everyone loved him

he was an important character who had friends who loved him and never made fun of him

he was an important character that people watching the movie, who aren’t even autistic also loved and didn’t feel the need to make fun of

it was fucking amazing

every other show I’ve seen makes the autistic character the joke in some way, that or someone to be pitied

idunno… after having enough people make jokes about how retarded they think I am or calling me an alien, it’s nice being able to watch something that shows autistic people can be more than jokes and objects of pity

it’s simple, but I need the reminder that I can be the way I am and still have real friends

Riker Drabble for keatycatforlife (5, “Wait, are you jealous.”)

Moving to LA you were a little fish in a big pond. You never thought you were going to make it in the business. Then suddenly after months, and months of persevering you finally scored an audition, which was quite an accomplishment without having an agent. The audition went great, and the casting director took to you so well he called you back in a few days later for a reading for a bigger role in the alleged movie. It was all uphill from there. You soon got connected with an agent, and a few other important people and ended up getting a role as the lead love interest in the movie.

When you were sent the script you were informed your co-star, and love interest in the movie would be none other than Ross Lynch. You had heard of him before some from R5, and his TV show Austin, and Ally. The first day you met him was definitely interesting.

“Oh my gosh, you’re Ross.” You exclaimed a little more excited than you would like to admit.

“Yup, that’s me.” He joked.

“Sorry I’m not used to meeting famous people yet.” You admitted.

“Its fine, I’m used to it.” Ross chuckled. “So how long have you lived in LA?” He asked.

“Just a few months, its a lot different than I imagined.” Ross nodded.

“Oh yea, I remember moving out here when I was like 12, it was a bit of a change.” Ross paused for a second. He seemed very genuine already. “Well if we’re going to be starring in this movie together, we should probably get to know each other. I don’t know if you’ve heard of my band, but we’re having this barbeque Saturday if you want to come.”

“Sure sounds fun.”  You replied. What was even more interesting than that day was falling for your co-star’s older brother Riker. You attended that barbeque, and met all of Ross’s family including Riker. You immediately took interest in each other. Ross seeing the future relationship budding thought it was adorable, he didn’t have any troubles with you dating his brother.

The next few months after that were unique, you had to go to work, and practice pretending to be in love with Ross, then go home, and be in actual love with his brother Riker. It wasn’t a big deal for any of you though, you had a great plutonic relationship with Ross, all romance between you two was completely acting.

You, and Riker were making out on the couch in his house when footsteps trailed over to the couch.

“I hate to break up this love fest, but we have an interview in an hour.” Ross spoke. You pulled away from Riker and giggled as you saw the scowl on his face.

“I have to share everything with this kid.” Riker grumpily joked. You laughed.

“Hey I’m the reason you two met, you should be thanking me.” Ross added. Riker rolled his eyes as you stood up from the couch. You reached out your hand, and pulled him up off the couch.

“Come on grumpy, we should probably get going.” You chuckled once more.


“The movie has an interesting storyline; could you tell us more about that?” The lady in her mid forties wearing a red dress asked before taking another sip of her coffee. You and Ross were being featured on the local morning show.

“Yea, without giving away too much of the storyline its basically about this really bad boy that…” Sometimes you would tune out Ross during interviews, you loved him to death, he had become your best friend over the months but boy could he blab. On, and on, and on. It wasn’t bad by all means, it meant you wouldn’t have to answer all the awkward, and sometimes embarrassing questions and make a fool out of yourself. It was more or less something you joked about with him. You looked over to the side of the stage where Riker was standing. He opened, and closed his hand a few times making a gesture that was mimicking Ross for talking so much. You tried to contain your giggle seeing you were on live television. You kept watching Riker as he distracted you from the interview. He would try to do that quite often actually. Riker bounced his eyebrows up, and down a few times, and smirked. You had to purse your lips together to not laugh.

“And I heard you guys have a interesting little love triangle going on, is that right.” Your attentions immediately directed back to the women. You blushed, you hated it when people called it that.

“Sort of, not really.” Ross chuckled.

“How is it doing big romantic scenes with Ross, while being in a relationship with his brother?” you cringed. You hated when they directed questions at you.

“Well…I…Its” you stuttered.

“Its not hard at all for us, because our relationship is strictly professional. We’re really good friends, and all but we’re completely plutonic.” The interviewer grinned.

“So, who’s the better kisser Riker, or Ross?” The interviewer asked. Your face turned beat red.

“Uh…well, I don’t know.” you nervously muttered.

“What she means is it’s a very different type of situation our scenes are all scripted while they’re real. You can’t really compare them.” Ross saved you again.

“Well thank you guys for coming today.” The interviewer said finally wrapping up the interview. She looked into the camera. “We’ll be right back.” She said, and the crowd cheered. You, and Ross stood up, and walked over to the side where Riker was offstage. You took a deep breath.

“Hey baby.” You said wrapping your arms around Riker. Riker removed his hands off of you.

“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me.” He replied almost stern. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with you?” You replied.

“You don’t know who’s the better kisser?” He defended, crossing his arms. You gritted your teeth.

“Sorry, I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t know if you liked kissing me, or Ross more?” He said defensively.

“Well no, I said I couldn’t compare them.”

“Oh no, Ross said you couldn’t compare them, you said you didn’t know. Its different.”

“Oh come on Riker you know how I get in interviews. I froze, I didn’t know what to say.” You tried to defend.

“Well you could’ve said you like kissing your boyfriend more than his brother.” Riker retorted. You looked at him, and chuckled lightly.

“Oh my gosh wait, are you jealous?”  You smirked. Riker scoffed. His stern expression suddenly turned into a blush.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He defended.

“Yes you are! Oh my gosh! YOU are jealous.” You reached into your pocket, and pulled out a $20 bill. “Ross come here.” You asked, and Ross trotted over towards your way. “Here.” You groaned, and held up the bill for Ross to snatch it out of your hand.

“HA! Knew it!” He boasted. Riker looked at you, then Ross, then you again confused.

“What…What just happened.” He puzzled.

“When You, and I started dating, me and Ross might’ve made a bet that you were going to get jealous. I lost.” Riker’s jaw dropped.

“I can’t believe you guys.”

“Hey I had faith in you, but Ross said you were his brother, and he knew you.” You attempted to wrap your arms around Riker again. “Don’t worry, I think its adorable that you’re jealous. It means you care.” You admitted. Riker couldn’t help but smile.

“I guess I just have a habit of being protective of the things I love.” Riker admitted, and smiled. You reached up, and pecked Riker on the lips.

“Come on lovebirds we’re leaving.” Ross called. You entangled fingers with Riker, and walked out of the studio together, in all of his adorable jealousy.

ID #10475

Name: Anna
Age: 15
Country: Russia

Hello. I am Anna. I wanna find a pen pal just for talking.

I love reading, watching movies and TV series ( especially comedies & sitcoms) and listening to music (twenty øne piløts, the Beatles, nirvana, blur, Lana Del Rey, oasis, FOB, classic music and other— I am any-music lover).

Also I like to study world history and science.

I adore GOOD jokes and memes.

I am the best adviser.

We can discuss everything that I listed.


I’m waiting.

Preferences: 15+

I haven’t special preferences.

anonymous asked:

YES!!!! To everything you just said. I stupidly let myself get excited for the new movie and the more I hear the more anger I get. I've accepted over the years that Sparrabeth isn't gonna happen but now it feels like they are deliberately ignoring everything we've learnt from the previous films, making a joke out of it. Nothing seems in character from the Jack I love and frankly it's feels like a slap in the face as a Sparrabeth shipper.


also i find it really hard to believe that elizabeth swann, who is a practical woman above everything, would try to leave henry in the dark about his pirate legacy…. it’s exactly like going back to potc1 when will didn’t know anything about it and we were proved that piracy isn’t a bad thing bc “you can be a pirate and a good man!” so???? trying to protect him by not telling him the truth?? she admitted it herself to will that she should have told him the truth about him way sooner! and she experiences first hand what happens when people act with lack of info! and now henry is set to save his father and he’s GOING OUT THERE TO THE SEA and elizabeth doesn’t tell him anything??? even if just as a warning??? doesn’t use her influence as pirate king to secure him safe passage?? doesn’t do ANYTHING? like lmao my children who are we kidding! was she afraid he may try to leave her and live like a pirate? well NEWS FLASH in the after credits scene he was wearing a hat and singing A PIRATE LIFE’S FOR ME how can they ignore their own canon this badly!!!!!!! (ALSO after what these movies are about, would it have been a tragedy or something??? for them to recognize that they are pirates and living like it?????) it feels like a slap to the face to any fan of the franchise to be utterly honest! after all this time, after everything that we suffered, after elizabeth coming to terms with the fact that yes SHE’S A PIRATE and yes she’s THE PIRATE KING she just tries to hide it?? REALLY? in a franchise full of pirates and the one character who EARNS IT doesn’t get to KEEP IT? also piracy was such a BIG THING in her life how can you erase that whole thing and expect her not to feel empty??? she was so passionate about it!! “i think it would be rather exciting to meet a pirate!” and the look on her face when she saw THE CODE IN PERSON like!!! piracy was more than just an adventure or a hobby, it also motivated her! it made her grew as a person! her whole character development was cemented on it!!! and she didn’t get to KEEP IT FOR THE SAKE OF A SON WHO ENDED UP KNOWING ABOUT PIRATES ANYWAY!!!!!! 

DIY'ed this awesome plant shelf/altar using a pine plank, 2 cinder blocks, some old leftover white paint, & sandpaper to distress the wood and make it look antiquey. 🌵🌱🍃🌿The infamous “dark canyon” between my bed and the wall that devours EVERYTHING, yet was too small for any furniture, now has a purpose! I’m loving how it looks! (*Note-The light-up marquee box is an inside joke between my bf and I from our fave movie, Pineapple Express and is meant to be facetious.)

I return from The Lego Ninjago Movie.

It was decent, but I’m really glad I watched those first ten episodes of the TV series first to get an idea of who everyone was. >.>;


Jackie Chan is an absolute delight & I love him always. The movie is literally worth watching for him.

It’s hilarious. I laughed a lot in this film. The jokes are spot on & everything Garmadon says had me in stitches. Good stuff. (Garmadon’s story about how he met Lloyd’s mom, in particular, was a highlight.)

And lastly, I really like Lloyd; he is a sweetie. His emotional moments are some of the better parts of the movie (even when those emotions are frustrated ANGER). While I wish we got to see more of him & his friends, I did like his story and wish the poor kid didn’t feel like a kicked puppy that entire movie.


The plot is a rush. For what is essentially a really simple story (Save the city from the Giant Cat) with a complimentary subplot (Lloyd & his Dad), the movie felt sort of rushed & lacking in story. Character development & plot felt traded out for one more joke, which resulted in plot points feeling like a check list of “oh, oh, we need to get to this now.”

While I enjoy a lot of humor, the movie probably shouldn’t feel like 90% punchlines.

But speaking of character development, if your name wasn’t Lloyd, you probably didn’t need to be in the movie. His fellow Ninjas felt sort of brushed over & super unimportant for a good chunk of the film. I don’t mind that the plot was Lloyd focused, because that’s how you keep the movie from being overcomplicated, but they could have integrated his team into story better without making them all feel like extras.

The first ten episodes of the TV Series were better in pretty much every way but production value, which is a little disheartening.

Especially considering the big message at the end concerning “Lloyd’s power” — that probably would have been more effective if we actually saw more of Lloyd bonding with his friends (aside from a bit in the opening, there was more “they’re great friends!” implied than seen).


Generally though, I’m glad I went to go see it. The opening & ending bookends were absolutely worth it, the movie was hilarious, and it made me want to go binge the rest of Season 1 before starting on the other like six seasons, so that’s a win.

I think if you like the Lego movies, it’s worth a watch. :3 It’s got issues, but overall I don’t regret going to see it.

A Small Revelation (Part 2)

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[A/N] Thanks for all the positive comments I got on Part 1 of this, I loved reading them and I love all of you ♥

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Four days passed before Phil realised that this was actually happening and that he was going to have to talk to Dan properly this time. It was a little late by then though, because the party would be taking place a solid six hours after this realisation.

“I feel like a girl.” He announced first thing when Hayah picked up her phone.

“Nothing wrong with that.” She said.

“I know. But I have been standing in front of my wardrobe for half an hour now, trying to figure out what to wear to this stupid party tonight. As if anyone will care what I look like.”

“Apparently you think someone will, otherwise you wouldn’t be doing this.”


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