I suppose these aren’t really first impressions anymore since I’ve had an hour to think about them, but here we go anyway.
That was completely phenomenal. I feel so proud and happy, especially of Theo. Samuel was tearing up at curtain call and he just looked so overwhelmed with joy.
I love the interplay between Thomas and James a lot. They have some hilarious little moments that just work so well. I also love how Thomas is with Rakie. They just glow as a couple. It’s beautiful.
Scorbus is real. I don’t really know what else to tell you. There were some truly unnecessary hugs in Godric’s Hollow, and in the penultimate scene, when Albus said ‘Better ask Rose if it’s the right thing to do’, he walked his fingers up Scorpius’s outstretched arm. Also, when Rose showed up, Scorpius started patting Albus on the shoulders like 'we’re just bros being bros, this is what bros do, we’re totally chill and not at all being awkward and talking about how you pity me’, but it just wasn’t the sort of thing you start doing when the girl you fancy appears. Not at all. Oh, and in the slow mo transition into one of the church scenes, Scorpius started waving at Albus like it had been ages since they saw each other and he’d missed him.
Theo is going to be really funny. He was tonight. He had some brilliant little moments. When they couldn’t understand the station master he stepped back and gestured to Scorpius like 'you deal with this because I cannot’. And when they were hiding from Bathilda he sort of leant against the wall and attempted to look super casual. Also he started laughing when Scorpius said he thought he might make the Quidditch team eventually. Apparently he has zero confidence in Scorpius’s Quidditch abilities. And most importantly, he nailed the pigeon racing line.
James Howard was great in all his scenes. Some super cute moments between him and Samuel. Also I like him with Jamie. Great farmer’s market line. Also, I think he handed Scorpius Delphi’s wand? He definitely did something, but Scorpius was looking at his hands like he’d just received something amazing and terrifying in equal measure.
Jamie. Jamie Jamie Jamie. I just enjoyed him. He got more shouty and angsty as it went along. The scene in Harry’s office will be great, and I loved how he listened to Dumbledore. He was fantastic during the Transfiguration part. The opening Incendio of the duel was bang on. And the last scene was sweet as hell. Just lovely.
Ginny gave Albus an extra hug after the initial one when they arrived in Godric’s Hollow.
I adore Rakie. I think she’s great.
April and Rupert were absolutely wonderful as Lily and James, and I loved the interaction between Lily and Albus. Albus started off hiding, but then walked out when he saw the blanket, like he couldn’t resist, and Lily waved back at him in confusion when he waved to her.
Annabel was on fire. Even John Tiffany thought so. She was simply incredible. Absolutely came alive as evil Delphi at the height of her powers.
Honestly, I just love everyone. This show is in safe hands. I feel so confident in every one of these cast members. I had so much fun tonight. And everyone is so sweet at stage door.
I was talking to Sonia at stage door, and she was saying that she’s in the business of creating families. A cast is a family. And this is a really wonderful family who have so much time ahead to bond and grow. They’re going to be, already are, amazing.
Watch this space for a full recap once I gather my thoughts and stop flailing!
So at the end of every volume of NANA, Ai Yazawa has a brief paragraph about the manga or just some introspection about her life. They give great insight into the series and I think only a few are found on the scans of NANA online, so I thought I’d share them all!
The creator, Ai Yazawa, told us, “I created this story so that it could be enjoyed as a stand-alone and, at the same time, have a complete ending that could be connected to an ongoing series. I hope you’ll look forward to the future of the two Nanas!”
A note from Ai Yazawa: “I had thought that if the two Nanas met each other, they would probably be constantly fighting, but they seem oddly friendly. What’s up with that?! It’s one of me (not so) seven wonders (ha-ha).”
Since childhood, the artists I’ve looked up to haven’t been writers and illustrators, but mostly musicians. Music provides me the most emotional effect and excitement. If there was no music, I don’t think my creative juices would boil. Music is that important to my life.
- Ai Yazawa
I realized one day that there are hit songs with the same names as the main female characters, NANA, JUNKO, and SACHIKO (the kanji for JUNKO is different, though). It’s not that big a deal, but I sometimes just hum the melodies longingly.
- Ai Yazawa
In the initial drafts, Nana’s band was a rockabilly band like the Stray Cats. But due to various circumstances, I didn’t keep it that way. But if they were rockabilly, Ren, Nobu and Shin would have had pompadours. And Yasu too?
- Ai Yazawa
When I was a child, I used to take piano lessons. Even after I stopped taking lessons, I bought sheet music I liked and continued playing. I’ve had my hands full for several years now, but one of these days I’d like to learn how to play jazz piano, which I’ve wanted to do for years now.
- Ai Yazawa
I had an opportunity to interview a group of professional musicians. I showered them with questions, but they answered willingly, and it was very helpful. I was having problems balancing the fictional world of manga-like simplicity and gorgeousness with a sense of reality. But I realized again that what’s important is the humanity of the characters.
- Ai Yazawa
When I was in high school, there was a cool girl in my class who was a lone wolf. I was really into a foreign New Romantic-type band then, and when she asked me one day, “Do you want to go to their concert together?” I was overwhelmed. My heart fluttered more than when I was with my boyfriend (☺). Have you had a Hachiko experience like that? - Ai Yazawa
“Yes, lovey?” I said absently, absorbed in making careful notes on my genetics chapter for the evening.
“Come’s-yr belly’s all fat?”
My punnett square became a punnett scratch as I spluttered out a laugh. I turned from the rolltop, beaming through my mock indignation. “Are you calling your Mummy ‘fat’?”
“Uh huh!” Bree said from beside the desk as she eyed the item in question with a sort of reverent disgust. I turned toward the sofa to share a look with Jamie that was at first only a fond grin but then an identical, mutual question.
At just past fourteen weeks (in the second trimester at last!), I WAS sporting a very noticeable bump. We’d told Penelope and our work friends, drinking in the joy and congratulations, but we’d not managed to find the right way or time to explain it to our daughter.
My biggest worry was that Brianna might not yet be old enough to understand the concept of pregnancy in any real way. We’d talked about a number of possibilities by way of illustration. Jamie, for instance, had been in favor of having her think back to the time she met that pregnant horse back in October; but then, I’d objected, would she think there was a baby HORSE growing inside me??
There was also the less nightmarish concern of sibling jealousy. Bree had been the indisputable center of adult attention her entire life, nor was she shy over speaking up when she found her audience’s devotion to be lacking. How might she react to the news that an unbidden interloper was soon to come and take a half-share of her spotlight?
“How come’s, Mama?” Bree demanded again, poking my belly with an insistent finger.
Jamie gave a game sort of shrug and a tentative, eager smile, which I gave him back as I felt the excitement of the impending newsflash.
“Come over here, sweetheart,” I bade her, walking over to sit beside Jamie on the sofa, muttering a rueful, “…fat, indeed…”
“Plump and sweet as a wee dumpling,” Jamie whispered with a grin, pulling me close and nuzzling kisses around my ear.
“What, Mama?” my little gymnast insisted, swinging both legs between my knees, braced on her hands.
“Well, sweetie…”I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. “My belly is bigger,” I said slowly, squeezing Jamie’s hand, “because there’s a baby growing inside.”
She halted her swinging at once, stared at me blankly for a moment, then wrinkled up her face with an oh-so-eloquent, “Huh?”
“Remember how we talked about that you were once a tiny baby in Mum’s tummy?”
“Well…” I said, placing her hand against my belly, “now, there’s a new baby in Mum’s tummy.”
She looked from my face, to Jamie’s, to the belly, and back. “IN there?”
“But…” She scrunched up her face in disbelief, “…why??”
Jamie and I both snorted a laugh, but Jamie came in for the assist. “Bree, a chuisle, it means you’re going to have a wee brother or sister.”
Her face changed in an instant. “For REALLY??”
“Aye, lass,“ he laughed, “for really.”
She put both hands on her cheeks and whispered, “ohmygosh.” And after that, she just went pink and wordless.
I nudged her with my knee. “Well? Are you happy about the new baby, Bree?”
In answer, she clambered up between us and curled her arms around the bump in a clumsy hug.
“Ohhh, lovey-dove,” I half-laughed and half choked out, “that makes…that makes me the happy one.”
“Now, the bairn has to grow and sleep in Mama’s belly for a long time,” Jamie said suddenly, a few steps ahead and deftly preventing a possible meltdown, “but before your next birthday, God willing, we’ll have the new bairn wi’ us.”
“I c’n have your—my’birdday NOW, Daddy!” she offered enthusiastically, popping up her head with eyes wild with glee.
“Nay, mo chridhe. Your wee brother or sister is too small to be born, yet. We have to wait together for the proper time, aye?”
Bree nodded soberly and settled back against me, whispering, “Brumthersissser… stay'sleep, m'okay?”
We laughed, and I began to wipe away tears, absolutely blown away by Bree’s tenderness toward her promised sibling…until she glared up at us with a reproachful, spitty SHHHHHH. “Dinna wake ‘um UP!”
Jamie curled his arms around us all and kissed Bree to soothe her ire. “Wouldna dream of it, wee cub. We’ll all be quiet so the bairnie can sleep.”
“Yeah, quiiiiet…” Bree whispered, sounding thrilled with her new responsibility as baby advocate.
Jamie laid his head on my shoulder, warm, and heavy and him. He squeezed me tight. I love you.
I felt moisture seep from my cheek into his hair as I leaned against him. I love you, too.
What I love about Doc falling in love is that it’s prefaced with Doc going “women are the greatest mystery in the universe” and it’s setting it up Doc and Clara’s relationship to be a stereotypical man trying to figure out what the woman wants and the woman being “confusing” and “speaking a language that men can’t understand”. But it isn’t that at all. They just get each other and there’s no trying to figure women out, at no point does is Doc confused by her or trying to understand what it is she wants. She’s not a puzzle for him to try and put together. The beauty of Doc falling in love is that it shows that women aren’t a mystery, that they’re people who can be just as deeply passionate about the things that you are. All it took was for Doc to actually get to know a woman to realise that they’re not a mystery.
Summary: In a world where everyone has a device on their wrist that tells them the exact moment they meet their soulmate, Emma Swan is faced with the rare circumstance of having a blank timer. Things get even more complicated when she starts falling for Killian Jones, who, according to his timer, will meet his soulmate in six months. Captain Swan AU.
Rating: T for now, possibly M for future chapters
Author’s note: So I got this idea from the movie Timer. It’s a super cute movie and I highly recommend watching it! But you don’t need to watch the movie to understand the fic. This fic is for @stunningswan as a VERY belated CS Secret Santa gift! Sorry for the delay, Savannah! I was struggling with whether this should be a one-shot or a multi-chapter fic, and I decided to go for multi-chapter! I hope you enjoy!
A double shot of rum is placed in front of Emma Swan and she spends no time in grabbing it and throwing it back. When she pulls the empty glass away from her lips, the timer on her wrist catches her eye, the blinking dashes where the numbers should be taunting her.
From the moment she got her timer inserted when she 14, that’s how it had been. “Don’t worry,” the time agency employee had said. “It doesn’t mean that you don’t have a soulmate. It just means that, wherever they are, they don’t have a timer yet.”
That’s what they told her. Twenty fucking years ago. And nothing has changed.
In the time since then, she’s watched everyone around her - friends, co-workers, complete strangers - find their soulmates. Or at the very least, they know when they’re going to meet them. Meanwhile, Emma has been stuck in a cycle of dating that always ended the same way.
Just wrapping up my Fallen Angel recap and the MSR in this episode is giving me Quantico throwback feelings. This too close too soon vibe is exactly what inspired the story.
Part of me is tempted to drabble a Quantico universe vignette around the motel gif above but also, I feel like this finished exactly how I wanted it to and I don’t wanna mess it up. So I’m contenting myself with my first full series repost of the fic. If you’re a new follower, this is probably what I’m best known for writing wise :) If you’re old, enjoy the moodboard and forgive my notstalgia!
Scully hadn’t thought twice before thrusting her hand into the air. The visiting lecturer had concluded his analysis of a recent killer’s profile, one whose anonymous notes to the police claim that a visitor from the future told him to kill his victims, by asking if anyone would disagree with the assessment that the man was delusional. The second her hand found clear air and Agent Mulder’s eyes met hers she realised the question had been both rhetorical and a joke. Damn it Dana! But even as a flush rose up her neck to the tips of her still outstretched fingers she found herself unable to back down in the face of the challenge in his eyes.
‘You have an alternate theory?’ His voice barely shifts from its easy monotone.
‘Yes sir.’ She says firmly. ‘For the purposes of academics anyway. The man is almost certainly delusional. But for the sake of argument, quantum physics doesn’t actually rule out time travel. Given the profile posits the suspect to be a man of exceptional intelligence, it’s not outside the realms of extreme possibility that he has either experimented with the theory surrounding time travel and achieved some sort of breakthrough… or that he at least believes he has…’ she trails off. Sniggers have broken out at the back of the room among the muscle club of the cohort and are spreading through the lecture hall.
‘Interesting.’ is Agent Mulder’s only assessment before he holds up his hand for silence. ‘While your classmate’s theory still points to a man suffering from a delusion, she raises an important point. That of nuance. A good profile deals in specificity, in finding those points of individuality that point at a single person rather than an entire demographic. Insight like the time travel factoid may seem ridiculous, but the fact that we may be looking for a physicist, or someone with an interest in the field of quantum physics is certainly worth considering.’
This time when he meets her eyes there is something different in them.
- This is indeed the Kingsmen of THE FUTURE where alien contact has been made. They’re just still situated in Britain like Stargate was nebulously set in the US. - Coran’s dog Cayenne accidentally got some alien DNA spliced in her. She’s a sweet old doggo who’s already lived far longer than any dog should have, and Shiro will probably have a heart attack the first time she unhinges her jaw to inhale a steak. - They had to do away with the “shoot your training dog” exercise after they started accepting aliens, because a lot of aliens became very fascinated with and fond of their dogs and had very terrifying and violent ways of showing their unhappiness with having to off them. - So instead, they now have “The Grandfather Paradox Test” a time-travel exercise that raises two questions: 1) If a member of your family were going to cause a cataclysm that would sacrifice others, could you kill one for the many? 2) Even if were potentially to cause a series of events that would prevent you from being born? ** Potentials can pass one of two ways: A) A successful kill, B) Finding a better option. You only fail if you chicken out or don’t prevent the cataclysm. ** The test is set up in such a way that you’ll never be able to find out if it was only a simulation or if you actually did kill a member of your own family. ** Thace was forced to make the kill because the family member was too fanatical to be swayed. Coran found another way to stop the cataclysm.
so this all came out from a conversation with @floralhxrry?? Because she aproached me with “do you think Lily Evans would have an studyblr?” (or something along those lines) and a collab headcanon happened
Lily Evans has an studyblr
She opened it in fifth year, when the OWLs were stressing her out
She had been following studyblrs since fourth year, but she didn’t think she could make her notes pretty enough for one
In fifth year she said fuck it and decided to make an effort, for the sake of her sanity
She asked her parents to send her pens and markers and notebooks, and she started trying
By sixth year her blog is very well known in the studyblr community (most of her asks are muggles that think that she makes everything up, but love her “fake notes” anyway) (her fellow magicians are kinda worried, but love her because her notes are so easy to understand!)
She loves it, it’s therapeutic and she discovered that she is doing better in her classes with this organized-by-color-and-with-pretty-doodle notes
For each class she uses two markers of the same color (a pastel one and a vivid one)
She takes Potions, Herbology and Charms for her future (potions professor? Aporhecary owner?? Who knows, but potions related for sure), and also DADA and Astronomy (for the sake of safety, and because stars are cool and the AestheticTM respectively), and Divination
For potions she uses purple (because potions are rad and purple is such a good color for a potion) (it is also her favorite color and subject so, it’s kind of an obvious choice)
For DADA is green because she is unable to forget the fact that it’s James’s favorite subject (even if he told her in second year and how do you even remember that Lily?), and James always says he loves her eyes
For charms it’s blue, because Flitwick is Ravenclaw’s head of house and because she finds it fits with the class as a whole, really
She doesn’t take pretty notes for divination. She doesn’t even know why she keeps taking divination (Ah right, because Remus finds it interesting but none of his mates wanted to take it with him). She doesn’t even think it has actual theory, it’s all guesswork (unless you have mystical powers like Professor Trelawney’s ofc). But she does use an orange pen in it because she keeps exchanging notes (not class related of course) with her friends
(Said notes are about whatever, really, from gossip with Marlene to gossip with Remus, or the most fucking random things like “Do you think snakes are sad because they don’t have any arms and legs?” “Remus what the fuck” “But do you think they do??” or planning what to do the next Hogsmead trip with the girls)
(Also she uses the parchment in which she doesn’t write for these notes, since she uses muggle notebooks for class)
For astronomy she uses grey, because grey is a cool color, and the starts usually look silver
And Herbology is yellow, because even if some of the plants are dangerous she finds it a happy subject and yellow is a cheery color that she think fits with her mood in class
(Yes, she has had to back up her color choices to her friends before, because they just facepalm at the childishness of her reasons)
She likes to doodle on her notes too
She literally just learned how to do faux calligraphy to make her notes look more aesthetic (and now she can’t stop)
She has neat, small handwriting, that many have trouble reading (“Fuck Lily would it really hurt if you made your handwriting a little bigger??” “Yes”)
At first her friends thought she was weird taking photos of her notes, but then she came clean with them and they were very supportive
(They actually started borrowing her pens to make their parchments a little more bright) (but still made good fun of her color choices)
She sometimes takes photos in the library or common room (when there aren’t many people around) but mostly in her dorm
(At the start of sixth year she brought from home a small table to put in her dorm so she could have a flat surface to take photos in, without having to leave the safety of it)
Sometimes she records the lessons and takes her notes later (because sometimes teachers are messy and get things mixed up or just straight up don’t tell the things in order)
And she has scheduled time exclusively for her note taking, be it in the library or common room
She also posts tips and tutorials, an a few aesthetic photos of the grounds and the sky and the lake
She tried to keep a bullet journal but she didn’t have enough time, so she uses a normal journal instead, and puts stickers and washitape in it sometimes, just to make it look prettier
When she has free time she likes to answer asks and tag games (she has done this in: her bed, the grounds, with her head resting on Remus’s lap, with her head resting on Marlene’s shoulder, in The Three Broomsticks while Mary and Dorcas were having a heated discussion about which flavor of Honeydukes chocolate was better and Marlene flirted with a ravenclaw seventh year, among other places)
She’s the kind of girl that messy notes make her head swim. She can’t stand them and therefore hates skiping class for one reason or another
(If she has to, she makes Remus record the lesson for her) (Remus, bless his soul, does it) (She pays him in Honeydukes chocolate and lending him her notes when he can’t go to class because of his furry little problem)
She’s that person that everyone goes for help with notes
And talking about that: She helps everyone, everyone knows that if you are too shy / anxious to talk to her you can send her an anon ask or an owl message and she will answer you with where and when you can pick the notes up and she will use a duplicating charm to make copies for you and leave them in the spot; if you are a seventh year she will help you revise and give you tips to organize your notes yourself; and she keeps all her notes from earlier years for if a little one needs help
She also spent her fifth year summer organizing her notes from first to fourth year “for the future generations”
19.06.2017 // never do anything to make the situation worse
Taking notes on dealing with disruptive students and found that I’ve used nearly all of these methods on my cadets. It’s good to know I’ve been doing the right thing for the past 6 years do not remove caption please
Hi! So, does this mean that Sam has completed the first of the Trials for closing the gates of hell? Or does he have to intend to close them?
Hi there! I’ll start out with a few comments, and then I’ll try to answer this as best I can. First, I am in Downtown Migraineland right now. I apologize in advance for any weird incoherency in this reply…
(note from the future, i.e. nearly 4 hours after I started trying to piece this reply together: My migraine is gone, but this reply went into A LOT OF DETAIL about the parallels not only in this episode, but in all of s12. This ended up being really weird meta on what I think Dabb’s Grand Plan for the entire season is hinging on. IT IS LONG. Just a warning.)
I think a lot of s12 has been paralleling A LOT of the past, turning it inside out, applying it through a different lens or allowing characters to see these things from a different side, and resolving things in a better way.
That said, I think they’ve been referring back to the Demon Tablet Trials and the Angel Fall Spell (because the angel fall spell was a spell, not Trials. Metatron confirmed that). But all the elements of those things are being addressed in different ways, and paralleled to ~similar~ things happening in s12… I’m struggling to try and put this together in a linear narrative that even comes close to connecting all the dots. There’s SO MUCH going on in this episode, I’m not sure that’s really possible, but HECK I WILL TRY.
(second note from the future: this is about 3k long, so it’s going under a cut. THERE IS SO MUCH)
(i am typing this from the floor where I’m curled up around pictures of Andrew Dabb and Davy Perez while weeping gently)
Okay. I think that Hiragi Kureto is… yes, an asshole. I will admit that. He’s not above taking hostages, nor torture– or torturing his own seven year old sister, if it would have yielded fruit (but it wouldn’t have, so he didn’t). He’s just fine with human experimentation.
But as far as antagonists go, he’s a pretty decent one. My reasoning:
He does have moments of kindness. Yeah, he threatened to have Sakae Ichinose killed if Guren couldn’t fufill his mission, but when Guren brought back satisfactory results (even though he didn’t complete his objective) Kureto was the only person to vote to not execute Sakae, out of every head of the nine major clans (and Tenri). He offered Guren a handkerchief after the first time he was interrogated as the Head of the Ichinose Clan, to wipe away the blood from a cut on his forehead. He kept his promise to save (rather than kill) Guren after Guren succumbed to the demon, instead re-opening the research to contain the demon. He made it so that Guren could wound him, steal his helicopter, and escape.
Kureto shows kindness to other people, too. But the memory of his moments of kindness to Guren stand out the most, so I listed those.
However. Even though his goal is world domination, it’s been remarked that it’s like “a kid’s dream”. He doesn’t want to just unite the world under the Hiragi Clan. He wants to create a “vampire-free paradise”. In his own eyes, Kureto is a hero out for justice, and in his mind, justice can’t lose.
And he’s still human. He has moments of doubt. In the latest chapter, Kureto falters before they head in to the battle with his father, asking Aoi if she believes he can win. He thinks about the consequences of his failure, what would happen to his fellow compatriots.
To top it all off, he grew up in the Hiragi Clan. He was groomed to be the head of Japan’s second-largest magical syndicate. He was literally raised to be the next head of a giant cult. He was worshiped like a god-figure inside the Imperial Demons since birth. That’s bound to mess up anyone. His people skills are… lacking, even if he’s a really charismatic leader.
Mind you, this is all just my opinion.
This has been a note from your potential future dictator(’s mun). I thank you for your time.
There are some things I’ll never forget. There are things like the taste of your lips at midnight, the sound of your voice early in the morning. Things like the way you grabbed my hips and spun me in circles to your favorite song, how you always wanted to hold me hand and have an arm around me. Things like your phone number burned into my brain and long phone calls that lasted all night. There are also more unhappy things, but instead of writing about those like I used to, I’ll write about the happy things from now on.
Featuring: Oda Nobunaga from Samurai Love Ballad: Party
Author’s Note: This takes place in a future era after the events of Take Me Home (which as at this moment is not yet completed!), where one Maeda Toshiie finally gets the girl.
Why was he here?
Right. Oichi couldn’t make it. Neither could her husband. Thus, he was tasked with bringing Yodo to her very first school festival. His niece was with her group of friends a distance away, chattering excitedly. He, on the other hand, was bored. Yet again, he wondered why he was here. His eyes glanced about, spotting a stall that perked his interest. Making his way over while still keeping an eye on Yodo, Nobunaga was pleasantly pleased to find castella among the treats laid out.
“Oh! Good morning!” A cheerful voice sounded, and the next thing he knew, a piece of castella on a plate was thrust in front of his face.
“Good morning.” He replied, his gaze following the arm.
A woman, with dark auburn locks tied up in a messy bun, smiled at him. For a moment, he stared. It wasn’t just her beauty that caught his eye. He met plenty of beautiful ladies in his life. There was something familiar about her. His eyes narrowed as he racked his brain, trying to place where he’d seen her before.