particularly over the phone

Love on the Brain, LMM/Reader

Prompt: You and Lin toe the line between best friends and soulmates.

Words: 2,533

Author’s Note: Good lord it’s been awhile, right? Took heavy inspiration from this lovely video of Lin kissing in 200 Cartas which is basically the reason I am alive today (and my lovely wife @alexanderhamllton​ gif’d here).

Warnings: Nothing? If there’s anything please tell me.

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You had had friends all your life. A giggly group of girls to cling to all through elementary school. A little clique in the back corner of high school classrooms. Intellectuals you could have stimulating conversations with over top ramen in your college dorm.

You moved from friend group to friend group seamlessly, never getting past surface level knowledge of each of them. You rarely found one person you could spend an unending amount of time with. And you thought this would last your entire life - you had come to the conclusion that best friends or soulmates just weren’t for you.

Then in waltzed Lin, frantic and messy and completely out of your comfort zone that you couldn’t help but feel that unfamiliar pull. He was funny and charming and the kind of artsy cute that would have made a younger you scoff.

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Hi again! I was reading The Universe of  Us by Lang Leav and it sorta gave me the feels and then the feels gave me an idea, so basically here the idea is??? Everything I do is so cheesy lolol, I’m really and truly sorry???? Also, I wrote this in about half and hour, so it’s totally not the best?? Sorry about that as well?????


Distance

By Lang Leav


It was all I wanted for the longest time-to open my eyes and see you there. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance. Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.


    Tom’s pillow was wet when she curled up on his side of the bed the night before to fall asleep, and it was still saturated when she blinked her eyes open when she awoke.

Her day had been awful. First, her alarms didn’t go off so she was late to her first class and received a harsh scolding in front of all her peers, then, when she went to grab a coffee, she realized that she had forgotten her wallet. To make matters worse, when she was driving home from school, her car decided that it was appropriate to break down in the middle of the street, before she even had time to pull over. Worst of all, she missed Tom so much that her entire body ached for him.

She was unable to focus on any of her lessons that day because her mind was consumed by thoughts of Tom. She missed the way he said good morning, she missed the way he made her tea, she craved the soft kisses he would give her practically every five minutes.

Tom had given her a key to his apartment and as soon as her car was deemed alright to drive, she rushed over to his place. She knew that he wasn’t there, but being surrounded by all of his things would make her feel closer to him, or so she thought.

As she dropped down into his bed, she lay on the side he always slept on, and glanced around the room. Her eyes watered as she took in the comics and books placed haphazardly on his bedside table, and at the laundry he had failed to do, and at the sweatshirt that he had thrown messily onto the floor. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and sucked in a massive breathe in a lame attempt to stop herself from breaking down.

She knew what she was getting into when she agreed to enter a relationship with Tom. He wouldn’t always be there, and she would never hold that against him, it’s just that she couldn’t think of anything more comforting than to simply collapse in his arms and to allow him to kiss her tears away one by one. She couldn’t even bring herself to call him up, or to send him a text complaining about her day, because he knew that he was most likely having an amazing time with Harrison and she wouldn’t want to ruin that by making him feel guilty for being gone.

So, instead, she cried herself to sleep, wrapped tightly in Tom’s warm blankets.

Tom was confused when she hadn’t messaged him. They always spoke. They would always be texting, and he would usually call two to three times day, just to hear her laugh over the phone. When he said something particularly cheeky, he could practically feel her blush and she would stutter out a response. In fact, Tom had barely spoken to her all day, which was bizarre and he was beginning to panic.

Was she okay? Was she done? Did something happen? Should he call her best friend? Maybe her Mom? Should he call anyone?

As he glared at his cell phone, Harrison hopped over the back of the couch he was sitting on and clapped him on the back. “Alright man, what’s going on? You’ve been scowling at your phone for a good fifteen minutes.”

Tom barely glanced at Harrison before going back to staring his phone down. “She hasn’t messaged me.” Tom grunted out in response to Harrison’s inquiry. “She sent me, like, maybe five texts yesterday and we didn’t even speak on the phone.”

“Maybe she’s just busy with school work?” Harrison offered.

“She’s not, she already finished her midterms and her next essay isn’t due until May 2nd.” Tom brought his hands up to his temples and shut his eyes. “I don’t know what’s up, we always talk. You know that we always talk.”

“Call her, mate. You’re being ridiculous. I’m sure it’s not that deep, she probably had a late night, or her phone died. Call her now and stop looking so sad. It’s bumming me out.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right, yeah. I’ll call her up right now.” Tom snatched his phone up off of the couch and paced back to his room, already dialing her phone number.

She blinked, rolling onto her side to examine her phone. Her screen was brightly lit and Tom’s I.D. was flashing up at her. She held her phone in her hands and took a second to center herself. Breathing in deeply, she answered the phone as happily as she could.

“Hi,” She could barely croak out before a strangled sob escaped her throat.

“Darling, darling, what’s the matter? What’s wrong, have I done something? Has anyone else done something?” Tom started to panic, pacing across his room. His mind was overcome with a multitude of bad situations his girlfriend could be encountering.

“It’s honestly nothing,” she stated in a small, scratchy voice. “It’s truly fine, I’m just being dramatic. It’s nothing, how’re you?” She asked, her voice breaking again.

“No, sweetheart, it obviously is something quite large, tell me what’s the matter.” Tom bit at his nails.

“Ugh, I’m such a baby, this is literally so humiliating,” She took a deep, shuddering breath once more, “Yesterday was just horrendous and I miss you. You’re so far away, and I’m being childish but I just, I just miss you.”

Tom stopped short. His mouth fell open, and then shut. “Darling,” was literally all he could get out before she began to sniffle.

“I’m really sorry, I know how dumb this is.”

Tom could tell that she really did feel terrible for her tears, and he felt even worse for not being there to wipe them away. “You are not being dumb, don’t even say that. You’re the smartest person I know.” He heard her snort and he rolled his eyes and smiled. “Darling, I miss you all the time, every second, especially when I’m in bed,” Tom stated, hoping to get a giggle out of her.

“Shut up, Tom,” She choked a laugh into the phone.

“You know, yesterday, I went to Barnes and Noble and just sat in the corner. Literally, didn’t even grab a book, a coffee, or go on my phone. I just stared at the bookshelves and picked out all the books that you’ve read and all the books you go on and on about wanting to read. I sat there for so long that an employee threatened to kick me out if I didn’t purchase something from their store. I miss you all the time too. I love you, darling, and I’m sorry that I’m away. I wish I could take you with me, but you’re getting your education right now, and that’s much more important than me. Let’s facetime later, yeah, so I can see your lovely face again?”

“I don’t wanna go to class, I wanna facetime now.” She pouted, sniffling one last time.

“Absolutely not. You’re going to go to class, and once you’ve come home, you’re going to tell me everything you learned and we’ll have a skype dinner date. Is that okay, love?”

Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she agreed. “Goodbye, Tom.” She murmured, cradling her phone to her ear.

“Bye-bye, darling. I love you and don’t be late for your class.”

“Love you back.” She whispered into the phone.

After the phone call was over, she laid back down, and smiled up at the ceiling. Reaching down, she grabbed Tom’s dirty sweatshirt and pulled it over her head and began to prepare for class.

In Your Footsteps: Part 12

You’d never dreamed that something like this could ever happen to you. You had everything…your dream job, a loving boyfriend and the perfect life. But, all that would change with one note and your life would become a living nightmare.

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This part is the one with all the action. So, prepare yourselves <3

Sirens were blaring loudly as the city streets blurred outside, the SUV racing towards your location in the hopes that the BAU still had time to save you.

Spencer and Luke were sharing a car together, the BAU’s resident genius appeared to be the only person able to calm him down at the moment.

The former ranger had remained silent throughout their entire trip, pursing his lips as he clenched his fists tightly. It was difficult for Spencer to see him suffering like this – Luke had always been the strong, reassuring presence the team relied upon.

But, the prospect of losing the love of his life had changed things.

It was all too familiar for Spencer. The difficult of suppressing his own memories was challenging – ghosts still haunted him from what he had witnessed happen to Maeve – but, his main concern was helping his friend ensure a different end to this story.

“I’ll do anything.” Luke whispered, his voice incredibly strained by the tears of both rage and fear that threatened to spill over at any moment. “I don’t care what it takes.”

Spencer could only nod in agreement, glancing nervously at the darkness outside.

The truth was that they all knew there were no lines Luke wouldn’t cross…not when it came to you. It almost scared him to think about what he could be capable of if they were too late.

“I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.” Luke murmured, his voice sounding almost strangled by the grief that was consuming him. He couldn’t believe that it was less than two months ago that he had proposed whilst you lay safe in his arms.

“You will.” Spencer reassured him firmly. He wasn’t going to allow Luke to give up hope yet.

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CPR | Part 4

Hello! This is part 4 of a short fanfic about Dan Howell. We leave off where part 3 ended, so if you haven’t read that yet, you can go read it here. This one is a bit longer than usual, hope that’s okay!

Please call me back when you see this. I’m sorry - Dan. You had been staring at this text message since you got it which was probably about fifteen minutes ago by now. You had two missed calls, and another text just like that one. It was nearing the edge of stalking, but you supposed guilt could do that to a person. Why he felt so sorry about this morning was beyond you, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel flattered that he put such an effort into making things right with you. It had become a pattern now, almost, Dan making up for something he’d done previously. You didn’t really know what to feel or think at this point. Your best friend Lily had told you to give him another chance, see what he has to say for himself before deciding what to do with this weird relationship the two of you were evolving. She usually was your voice of reason in situations like these and even now you couldn’t deny that her advice was probably the best thing to do right now, but pride clung to you all around and as it mixed with the insecurity you’d felt around Dan since he pretend fainted two days ago, you put down your phone and put your earplugs in, ignoring the real world for a while as you emerged yourself in your favourite show.
Your mother noticed something was up as you barely spoke during dinner and so when you two were doing the dishes together, she decided to speak up. “Are you okay sweetheart?” She softly asked, putting the dishtowel down to focus on you. “Yeah, mom, I’m fine.” You assured her as you struggled to clean the bottom of the glass you were holding. “You’ve been very quiet today… Does it have to do anything with that boy you hung out with yesterday?” Your mother’s intuition hadn’t failed her before and it seemed it wasn’t about to now, not that you were going to admit to anything at this point. “I’m fine mom, and no, he’s irrelevant right now.” You sighed and hung up the towel as you finished the dishes, quickly making your way back up the stairs to your bedroom.

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St. Vincent interview: Annie Clark on all-female horror anthology XX, plus Danny Elfman’s dead cat

We spoke to the musician about making her directorial debut with short ‘The Birthday Party’

By Clarisse Loughrey
Thursday 4 May 2017



Annie Clark (aka St Vincent) has made her directorial debut as part of the all-female horror anthology XX. She also, as it happens, doesn’t like horror movies.

“I really can’t unsee things,” she confesses over the phone. “And if I see something particularly gory, I will obsessively play it over and over in my mind and not be able to sleep. I just sort of fixate on those things. So, I intentionally avoid things like gore and sexual violence.”

Any personal aversion Clark may harbour is untraceable in her XX contribution, however, as it sits comfortably alongside work from horror stalwarts Karyn Kusama, Jovanka Vuckovic, and Roxanne Benjamin.

Entitled The Birthday Party, her short is morbidly hilarious, following a frenetic housewife (Melanie Lynskey) as she attempts to hide her husband’s cold, departed body in fear it may ruin her young daughter’s birthday celebrations.

A piece that she wonderfully, succinctly describes as “Weekend at Bernie’s meets Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”, though it was never originally intended as such a comedic venture. Penned alongside Benjamin, her fellow XX contributor, it started off life as this “sort of dark wood mahogany, slow-creep, self-serious kind of thing”.

Halfway through, the pair realised they were actually in the midst of writing a black comedy, and an entirely new palette was born. The Birthday Party is a pristine, pastel dream, immaculate in its conception, its 1960s-flavoured wigs and dresses, its suburban mirage. Yet, something far more sinister hides within.

“Everything that you see is completely fastidious, and everything is in its right place, but you open a drawer and it’s a mess,” Clark explains. “This woman’s so focused on creating this sweet life for her daughter and, in some way, keeping up with the Joneses, that she doesn’t realise she has a Leonard Cohen rip in her robe.”

“She’s really trying to keep it together, but she’s just going to be the whipping boy,” she adds. “It’s just not going to happen for her. Melanie brings so much art and humour to it, she’s an absolute vision.”

Indeed, Lynskey’s role in The Birthday Party arrives during somewhat of a hot streak for the New Zealand actor, thanks to her riveting performance in Sundance’s Grand Jury Prize winner, I Don’t Feel at Home in This World Anymore. Clark, however, is a long-time fan of hers.

“I thought of her for the role, but thought there was no way she would do it,“ she enthuses. “She’s truly one of my absolute favourite actors of all time. Just on a lark, I asked her, and I was thrilled when she said, ‘Of course!’ and seemed legitimately excited about it!’

That said, Clark reveals Lynskey wasn’t actually the biggest star on set. That honour, apparently, belonged to a taxidermy cat that features in the film and happens to be owned by the composer Danny Elfman, whose children are friends with Benjamin.



“The cat basically had its own trailer,” she laughs. “You know what I mean? The cat was the most important person on set, because we were under strict orders to make sure the cat was not harmed.”

XX’s core philosophy lies in the promotion of female-focused, female-crafted narratives in a genre that’s had a troubled history with women; Vuckovic and Kusama’s pieces deal with mothers coping with supernaturally difficult children, while Benjamin’s sees a group of teenagers stalked by an ancient spirit while camping out in the desert.

Though Clark’s tale is female-focused only, as she sheepishly admits, coincidentally since she’s “bad at reading all the way through e-mails”, she still has some wise words to say about the state of the industry.

“We are all one,” she says. “And there’s this incredible connection between all of humanity that is deep and that is powerful. But, some experiences are not universal. So, that’s why it’s important to have people who have lived stories telling their own stories.”

Clark conveys both a deep enthusiasm for, and literacy in, the medium of film. Yet, it’s something she confesses she approached with a level of naiveté, to the point that scoring the film felt like a jump straight back into her comfort zone.

“The process of making the film was so immersive and so all-encompassing that, when it came time to do the score, I was just, like, ‘Wow! Phew, I can do this! This is so easy!’ I did it in, like, a day,” she jokes.



“That part was just completely instinctual and, I don’t want to say I just threw it together, because that’s not the truth, but I was so relieved to be in a space that I knew what to do that I just did it really quickly.”

Clark, of course, is far more familiar to the public by her stage name St Vincent, best known for her widely-praised, Grammy-winning, self-titled fourth solo album from 2014. “Music is a way more ethereal medium,” she reflects. “As far as structure and form.’

Not that her years in the music industry proved entirely useless, as she adds: “Both mediums are deeply collaborative. I think, in so many cases, the brilliance doesn’t necessarily come from one person and their exact vision. It’s more about one person’s ability to surround themselves with the most inspired team and, also, to motivate people. And have vision enough that people want to get behind it and execute it.”

Either way, Clark confesses she’s “really caught the bug, as they say”. Already, she seems to be brewing plans for a follow-up, which she envisions as falling somewhere between black comedy, drama, and erotic thriller. The cinematic world would do best to gear up for a real treat.

‘XX’ will be released on DVD on 8 May

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precious and fragile things (rebelcaptain, 2)

Yeah, this is going to be a three parter. I was supposed to do something in this part, but had to move it to the next one and now I’m grumpy because I should make it four parts. My brain just had other ideas. Second part to this request. This chapter focuses a little more on Jyn and Cassian’s…evolving relationship.

Summary: After the unexpected deaths of their mutual best friends, Cassian and Jyn must work together despite their differences to help raise their friends’ two year-old son. Of course, what neither one of them anticipated was how their own relationship would change from a tense friendship to something much more. (A Modern AU based on the movie, “Life as We Know It”.)


precious and fragile things
part two


The good days were some of the best days of Cassian’s life and that was saying something considering that they were smack dab in the middle of the most trying, difficult period in his life as well.

It was beautiful outside and both he and Jyn had the entire day off for once. He’d suggested that they all do something together. As a family, he’d mentally added, but hadn’t said aloud. It sounded like too much. And so they went to the zoo after Jyn mentioned that she had never actually gone herself despite living here for years. It just wasn’t something single people did, according to her. She had not asked why he had gone, although she had given him a strange look after saying it.

Poe absolutely loved it. He spent the entire morning rushing around the house, bumping into things, until it was finally time to go. He babbled the entire ride there, so fast that most of it was impossible to understand, but from Cassian could gather, he was very excited about birds. Poe had an early fascination with anything that was in the air, be it animal or machine. While most kids talked about tigers or monkeys, he was animated about eagles and hawks. Even the pigeons at the park fascinated him, although he was rightly leery of swans and geese.

There was a small smile on Jyn’s face as she read through emails on her phone in the passenger seat. Despite appearing distracted, Cassian could tell that she was listening to Poe’s rants.

They had only just entered the gates of the zoo when an employee somehow managed to corral them in the center of a circle. “How about a picture of the family?”

Jyn appeared startled, eyebrows set defensively, her mouth open to say something, deny everything, but she immediately clamped up when Cassian slid an arm around her shoulders. He didn’t pull her towards him, but she leaned into him anyways as if without thinking. In front of them, Poe kicked his feet wildly in his stroller and beamed cheesily. It was, Cassian thought, the stereotypical family photo that he could never remember taking, although he was certain that he must have with his mother and father before they died.

The employee took their picture, gave them a card, and told them that they could pick the picture up later if they liked. Cassian pulled his hand away to take the card at the same time as Jyn slid out from underneath him. It was a subtle movement with her bending down to speak to Poe as an excuse, but one that he noticed nonetheless. He told himself that it didn’t hurt.

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JackCrutchie "Things You Said Over The Phone"

JackCrutchie “things you said over the phone”

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Crutchie hadn’t particularly wanted Jack to be several states away all summer without him, but they hadn’t really had a choice. This job would pay well, and Jack could come home a much more comfortable man than he was when he’d left New York.

But… Summers were supposed to be about them. And now Jack was far away, working and only calling at night.

It was late in the evening when Crutchie’s phone rang again, Jack’s name popping up on the screen. He stretched over the arm of the couch and just managed to snag the phone before it stopped ringing.

“Hello?”

“Hey Crutch,” Jack replied happily. “How’s everything at home?”

“The usual, only quieter and with less paint everywhere,” he teased, earning a laugh from the other end of the call.

“Ah, you miss me singing around the house, you’re just stubborn.”

Jack had never been more right about anything, but Crutchie wasn’t going to inflate his ego and tell him that.

“Nah, I can actually go to sleep without your angsty singing waking me up at the crack of dawn. You ever gonna show anyone else those ballads of yours?”

“Yeah, when I’m dead. But Crutch… I could write so many songs about this place. The stars out here are gorgeous, and the sunrise is colors I ain’t ever seen before.” Jack sighed, and Crutchie could almost see the content smile that was undoubtedly on his face.

“You like it out there?” he asked tentatively, almost afraid to hear the answer.

What if Jack liked it so much out there that he never came back to New York? He already had a job out there, and Jack wasn’t materialistic- he could easily leave everything he had behind.

Maybe even Crutchie.

“Like it? I love it. It’s beautiful, and everyone here is so nice. Like they actually care about you, you know?” Jack sighed happily. “Jesus, Crutch, you ain’t lived until you’ve lived like this.”

Crutchie felt tears prickling the backs of his eyes, but he tried his best to swallow past the lump in his throat.

“That’s… That’s great, Jack,” he managed. “Really great. How’s the work?”

“Eh, work’s work. But my view is great out here, and the air doesn’t taste like cigarette smoke, which is refreshing.”

Crutchie felt the first tear began to slide down his face. “… Sounds like it’s a good fit for a guy like you out there, Jacky.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty terrific,” Jack chirped happily.

Crutchie went silent for a long moment, the tears beginning to fall faster. He sniffed loudly before scrubbing a hand over his face and telling himself rather sternly to pull it together.

Jack was so rarely actually happy, for god’s sake. If the fresh air was making him happy, let it.

“Hey, Crutch…” Jack murmured. “You okay? Are you crying?”

“Y-yeah,” he admitted. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

The soft, whispered ‘baby’ was the final crack in the dam. Crutchie began to audibly cry now, taking a shaky breath and words spilling out faster than he could keep up.

“It’s just… You s-sound so happy out there… And you’re never happy in New York with me, and I just- I… I don’t want you to never come home!”

“Oh, baby…” Jack’s voice was low and soothing, almost as if Jack were there. “Yes, I like it out here. But if you think I ain’t ever been happy in New York, you’re wrong. New York’s got my boys, and Medda’s theatre, but most importantly, you.”

Crutchie managed a wobbly smile.

“I’m coming home on July 31st, love, and I’ll be coming straight home to you.”

He blushed, feeling silly. He should’ve known Jack would pull a line like that, but the sincerity was still there.

“… I know you will.”

“Good. And for the record? No city or small town’s ever going to come close to you, alright? You matter the most. Forever.”

Crutchie smiled, wiping the last of his tears away on the too-big sleeve of Jack’s shirt. “Okay. I love you Jacky.”

“I love you too, you big dork. Goodnight.” And with that, Jack hung up and he was gone.

But that was okay… For the first time in his life, Jack would be running back to New York instead of away.

St Vincent interview: Annie Clark on all-female horror anthology XX, plus Danny Elfman's dead cat

Annie Clark (aka St Vincent) has made her directorial debut as part of the all-female horror anthology XX. She also, as it happens, doesn’t like horror movies.

“I really can’t unsee things,” she confesses over the phone. “And if I see something particularly gory, I will obsessively play it over and over in my mind and not be able to sleep. I just sort of fixate on those things. So, I intentionally avoid things like gore and sexual violence.”

Any personal aversion Clark may harbour is untraceable in her XX contribution, however, as it sits comfortably alongside work from horror stalwarts Karyn Kusama, Jovanka Vuckovic, and Roxanne Benjamin.

Entitled The Birthday Party, her short is morbidly hilarious, following a frenetic housewife (Melanie Lynskey) as she attempts to hide her husband’s cold, departed body in fear it may ruin her young daughter’s birthday celebrations.

A piece that she wonderfully, succinctly describes as “Weekend at Bernie’s meets Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”, though it was never originally intended as such a comedic venture. Penned alongside Benjamin, her fellow XX contributor, it started off life as this “sort of dark wood mahogany, slow-creep, self-serious kind of thing”.

Halfway through, the pair realised they were actually in the midst of writing a black comedy, and an entirely new palette was born. The Birthday Party is a pristine, pastel dream, immaculate in its conception, its 1960s-flavoured wigs and dresses, its suburban mirage. Yet, something far more sinister hides within.

“Everything that you see is completely fastidious, and everything is in its right place, but you open a drawer and it’s a mess,” Clark explains. “This woman’s so focused on creating this sweet life for her daughter and, in some way, keeping up with the Joneses, that she doesn’t realise she has a Leonard Cohen rip in her robe.”

“She’s really trying to keep it together, but she’s just going to be the whipping boy,” she adds. “It’s just not going to happen for her. Melanie brings so much art and humour to it, she’s an absolute vision.”

Indeed, Lynskey’s role in The Birthday Party arrives during somewhat of a hot streak for the New Zealand actor, thanks to her riveting performance in Sundance’s Grand Jury Prize winner, I Don’t Feel at Home in This World Anymore. Clark, however, is a long-time fan of hers.

“I thought of her for the role, but thought there was no way she would do it,“ she enthuses. "She’s truly one of my absolute favourite actors of all time. Just on a lark, I asked her, and I was thrilled when she said, ‘Of course!’ and seemed legitimately excited about it!’

That said, Clark reveals Lynskey wasn’t actually the biggest star on set. That honour, apparently, belonged to a taxidermy cat that features in the film and happens to be owned by the composer Danny Elfman, whose children are friends with Benjamin.

“The cat basically had its own trailer,” she laughs. “You know what I mean? The cat was the most important person on set, because we were under strict orders to make sure the cat was not harmed.”

XX’s core philosophy lies in the promotion of female-focused, female-crafted narratives in a genre that’s had a troubled history with women; Vuckovic and Kusama’s pieces deal with mothers coping with supernaturally difficult children, while Benjamin’s sees a group of teenagers stalked by an ancient spirit while camping out in the desert.

Though Clark’s tale is female-focused only, as she sheepishly admits, coincidentally since she’s “bad at reading all the way through e-mails”, she still has some wise words to say about the state of the industry.

“We are all one,” she says. “And there’s this incredible connection between all of humanity that is deep and that is powerful. But, some experiences are not universal. So, that’s why it’s important to have people who have lived stories telling their own stories.”

Clark conveys both a deep enthusiasm for, and literacy in, the medium of film. Yet, it’s something she confesses she approached with a level of naiveté, to the point that scoring the film felt like a jump straight back into her comfort zone.

“The process of making the film was so immersive and so all-encompassing that, when it came time to do the score, I was just, like, ‘Wow! Phew, I can do this! This is so easy!’ I did it in, like, a day,” she jokes.

“That part was just completely instinctual and, I don’t want to say I just threw it together, because that’s not the truth, but I was so relieved to be in a space that I knew what to do that I just did it really quickly.”

Clark, of course, is far more familiar to the public by her stage name St Vincent, best known for her widely-praised, Grammy-winning, self-titled fourth solo album from 2014. “Music is a way more ethereal medium,” she reflects. “As far as structure and form.’

Not that her years in the music industry proved entirely useless, as she adds: “Both mediums are deeply collaborative. I think, in so many cases, the brilliance doesn’t necessarily come from one person and their exact vision. It’s more about one person’s ability to surround themselves with the most inspired team and, also, to motivate people. And have vision enough that people want to get behind it and execute it.”

Either way, Clark confesses she’s “really caught the bug, as they say”. Already, she seems to be brewing plans for a follow-up, which she envisions as falling somewhere between black comedy, drama, and erotic thriller. The cinematic world would do best to gear up for a real treat.

‘XX’ will be released on DVD on 8 May

There were some errors in my last post! I was unaware of some facts. However, reality is actually even more in my favour than I realised.

I said you could purchase a headphone adapter for $9, but I have since been informed that the iPhone 7 comes with one for free. So if you buy the phone you get a new pair of headphones with a lightning connector, and you get an adapter so that you can use your old headphones too. Win-win!

Yes, if you lose the headphones or the adapter you must purchase new ones. This is how physical objects work in the universe in which we live. I too resent Apple for not having cloning facilities that can replicate matter at zero cost and usher in fully automatic luxury communism, that would indeed be swell.

But you worry that $9 to replace it is “not particularly cheap”! The phone itself costs over $1000 you fucking walnut, so if you have a habit of losing small electronic items you might want to reconsider purchasing one in the first place.

When I said that anyone can make Bluetooth headphones I didn’t mean that you are capable of doing this. But Bluetooth is an open standard and you can buy compatible headphones from wherever you like. Personally not a fan of the wireless, but standards are good.

(The lightning connector being proprietary is bad, and is a genuine knock against Apple, one that I have pointed out in numerous posts, and something actually worth complaining about if you are someone who dislikes capitalism).

But let’s zoom out a little. By myopically focusing on a few trivial inconveniences you are missing the opportunity cost of not making the change, and the future potential for innovation that it unlocks. This attitude will not age well, and the fuss over the headphone jack will seem laughable in the future.

More generally, why so much outrage? No one is obliged to purchase an iPhone and suffer the terrible consequences of having to use wireless headphones or need an adapter for the aux cord. This is an entirely voluntary choice, and as has been pointed out Apple has around 15% market share.

If anything this could be seen as an indirect tax on the wealthy, charging them more for overpriced phones and giving them reduced functionality, while the poor enjoy the benefits of cheap convenient Android devices. How could a leftist possibly oppose soaking the rich?

From a design point of view it is entirely consistent with Apple’s ethos going back to the very founding of the company, so it should not be surprising at all, just Apple being Apple as they have every right to be. One button mice, amirite.

There are ways of reacting to this product announcement that make sense:

“I personally require a 3.5mm headphone jack on my phone, so I will not be purchasing an iPhone 7 for this reason.”

“I would prefer to have a headphone jack but the benefits of owning an iPhone outweigh the disadvantage, so I will simply register my disappointment.”

“Haha by removing the headphone jack Apple has made a foolish decision and will lose ground to their competitors.”

Any of these is a perfectly reasonable reaction! But the sense of aggrieved outrage on behalf of imagined iPhone owners compelled by the Man to upgrade to an expensive new model and then suffering the travails of needing to use an adapter to plug in old audio equipment is just baffling.

Has anyone told you what they’ve done to the home button, btw? You’re going to hate it.

Recruitment part 8: Lonely is the Night

You take some much needed R&R with Dean, but then some terrible information comes to light. **republishing from my old SPN site***

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Brief sexual situations drinking, language, feels


You woke again later that morning, Dean’s strong arms wrapped around you. You looked up into his face. He was gazing down at you lazily through his eyelashes. You realized he’d probably been watching you sleep for a little while.


“Morning.” You smiled, a little shyly for some reason, and buried your face in his neck.


“Morning, Killer.” He smiled, nuzzling his face down next to yours, his lips finding your lips. You smiled at his morning kisses. His hands wound themselves up into your hair, and he pulled you against him, kissing you harshly in the cold light of the morning.


You came up for air a few minutes later. He’d pulled you up on top of him, and you propped yourself up on his chest. “So about last night…” You began.

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Malia Hale Pt.3

Writer’s Note: Please read Malia Hale Parts 1&2 before Pt.3 (Pt.3 ties directly into Pt.2). syrvc hailmaliahale 

The leaves around them looked so peaceful, frowning slightly as she symbolically picked up one, letting the frail little leaf crumble between her fingers. For a moment, she was completely still, eyes tightly shut as she desperately tried to listen to his heart beat, something she’d found particularly challenging to do over the phone. 

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Low Quality Pictures

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Eren/Jean

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 2036

Chapter: 1/?

Summary: A stupid story of Jean falling in love with the guy who decided to leave stupid pictures of himself on all of the tester phones in the Apple store.

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In all honesty, everything could have been avoided if Jean had just listened to Marco’s advice and bought a better case for his phone while he had the chance. Still, he’d somehow ended up in his bedroom staring at his fallen phone, the screen completely shattered.

“Shit,” he swore under his breath, retrieving the phone from the floor, careful not to cut himself on the glass. He held the phone closer to his face, inspecting it. The entire screen was wrecked to the point where he’d probably cut his entire finger just trying to unlock it. Jean let out a loud groan because, as usual, Marco was right, he should have just bought a better case, but he’d be damned if he’d let Marco know it. He threw on the nearest jacket and grabbed the keys to his car before heading out of the door.

It was pretty childish, even for Jean, to immediately spend money on fixing his phone just for the sake of proving his friend wrong. Still, he found himself in his car driving to the nearest store in which he could have his phone repaired. His face was contorted into the most annoyed scowl he could muster the entire time and it didn’t help that his phone kept playing his text tone, though he wasn’t receiving any messages.

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Now that I’ve had some time to decompress…

I am so pleased with the direction of Stefan/Caroline this season. Their relationship is the only thing that has been written consistently throughout the last few seasons and doesn’t change depending on the villain of the season. 

The phone calls early on in the episode were wonderful and very reminiscent of some previous moments between them, “touch her again and I’ll kill you” for example. 

The scene where Caroline was forced to hear Stefan being tortured over the phone was particularly moving and maybe one of my favorites between them ever. Her desire to help him and the frustration she felt being so far away was really emotional and crucial. She switched from trying to be stern with the traveler to desperately trying to reach Stefan and just let him know that she was THERE. She was completely unaware of the travelers listening in, Enzo standing behind her, etc. She was so focused on Stefan and making sure he heard her in some way, making sure he knew he wasn’t alone even though she wasn’t tangibly there. 

Her dilemma about killing Tom was one of my favorite plot points for her this season. Her moral compass sets her apart from a lot of the supernatural beings on the show and I have really enjoyed the way this storyline as well as her “moment” with Klaus has put a magnifying glass to that. I like that she was willing to kill for Stefan because that’s a big thing for her. But I also like that he didn’t want her to kill for him. One of the biggest things that bonds them is their morals and the way that they strive to be GOOD. So as big and emotional as it would have been for her to kill for him, in the long run it makes more sense that she didn’t. It also upholds their bond more so. Their relationship was forged out of him giving her hope that she could survive being a vampire and be good and strong and loving. He gave her that hope and kept her going, and she did the same for him when he needed it. The foundation of their friendship rests on the fact that they do that for each other. They believe in each other. If they were to start killing innocent people for each other, some of that would be gone.

I think their conversation in the car was for sure one of my favorites moments between them. Enzo made her feel like complete shit. And in only minutes Stefan righted that wrong and made her feel good again. This isn’t the first time he’s done that and it’s what I love most about their relationship. They are so good for and to each other. He took everything Enzo said was wrong about her and showed her how wonderful those things made her.

The physicality in that last scene was lovely as well. Ever since Stefan lost his memory they’ve been becoming more and more reliant on each other and it shows in a physical sense as well. 

I loved this episode so much. It was a wonderful episode for Caroline as a character and for Stefan and Caroline’s relationship. This season in general has been up and down but their relationship has been the one good, strong, consistent things.

You and Mr. Barnes - Chapter 1

Just warning you guys, I have literally 77 pages of this stupid fucking Winter Soldier fan-fiction sitting in a Word Document. 77 fucking pages. 

And I hope someone reads it.

It’s a BuckyXReader fic because I don’t see enough of those without the (Y/N) thing. 

So here it goes. Something I’ve never done before.

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You and Mr. Barnes - Chapter 1

You hadn’t applied to the job so much as been visited by men in suits who told you that you were in high consideration for a post as a personal physician to a certain government branch that you had never heard of.

Why you, though? You weren’t a storied veteran of your field, but you had been at the top of your class and seemed to have a gift for medicine, both in an office setting and in emergencies. You had started college at sixteen, earned your bachelor’s at nineteen, and had gotten your MD at twenty-three. You had finished your residency rather recently and had dived into practice, where you excelled. At least that’s what your superiors told you when making correct diagnoses one after the other. Indeed you were a doctor of internal medicine - with a good bedside manner, to boot. In fact, that seemed to be the only good quality that you could conjure up of yourself. You were nice. You didn’t find yourself to be particularly pretty, you knew yourself to not be particularly witty, you weren’t gifted with a good over-the-phone voice, but you were confident that you were on-point as a doctor. Then again, in a workplace surrounded by better doctors, being “smart” wasn’t necessarily something to write home about. In short, you were a nice doctor, but nothing else to spark an interest terms of a background. Clean records, good credit rating, and zero affluence in terms of politics.

Perhaps that last one is why those men in suits offered to escort you to the center of D.C. for an immediate interview. Of course you declined. Again, you weren’t stupid. There was no way that you were going to leave the hospital that particular day or week or month. Simply put, there was too much work to be done. The New York incident was still very recent, a few weeks prior to this meeting. The overflow of patients from out of state created a large work schedule. You had pulled double shifts since day one of the attack, trying to get patients in and out of the hospital, and you might have killed someone if you had to do one more EMT trip in an ambulance. The two bald men did not seem to care that you had large bags under your eyes and you simply could not take an interview for a new job.

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ATWFL: 23rd October, 2015

“How did that happen?” she asks, eyeing the fresh crack across the screen of his iPhone. She needn’t have asked; he can tell by the tone of her voice, the look of ill feeling on her face, that she already knows.

Still, he flicks his gaze to Henry, scowling dutifully into his homework at the kitchen table - but unmoving. His pencil has stilled, he’s waiting. Listening.

Wondering if he’s going to be ratted out, no doubt.

Robin wishes, not for the first time today, that all of this was easier.

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