planes do not land like that

I’m certain that at some point the SMH team make a game out of doing random stuff in the background of Bitty’s vlogs without him noticing. They leave him alone when he’s filming in his bedroom, but whenever he’s cooking all bets are off as long as they can carry out their plan without interrupting the video.

Some highlights include:

  • Ransom walking past the kitchen balancing a tower of hockey pucks on his head.
  • Holster miming a dramatic battle with an invisible enemy, complete with an over the top, drawn out “death”.
  • Dex walking into frame, lying face down on the floor and just staying there unmoving for a full minute.
  • Shitty doing a handstand and walking past on his hands. He’s also wearing a shirt for once, not that it makes much of a difference because it ends up falling down over his face.
  • Nursey walking backwards and forwards past the kitchen every 30 seconds on the dot, each time wearing a slightly different but equally bizarre outfit.
  • Lardo throwing paper planes across the kitchen behind Bitty, trying to land them in the rubbish bin.
  • Tango likes to peek around the doorway and hold up pieces of paper saying hello to Bitty’s viewers.
  • The team learns that Whiskey can moonwalk when he casually does so down the hallway.
  • At first Jack doesn’t join in much, but there was a great moment when he realised that Bitty was filming as he was walking past, froze like a deer in headlights, then tried to sneak off-camera in the most awkward way possible.
  • As time goes on Jack starts to participate more and more in small, simple ways like moving stuff behind Bitty. He’s also the most likely to lose by interrupting the video because he can’t resist chirping Bitty, that boy is hopeless.
  • But once, during a Valentine’s day video at some stage after they come out, he does manage to sneak a whole heap of roses into the kitchen one by one.
  • Chowder is the undeniable winner with the time he stood in the background for an entire video, acting out all of Bitty’s instructions as if he were in an infomercial, and Bitty never once noticed he was there.

I’m pretty sure in canon they still haven’t seen any of Bitty’s videos so they never know how often their antics make it onto his channel, but sometimes they can hear Bitty editing and he’ll suddenly burst into laughter and that’s enough.

Writer’s Scene Checklist

This works for film/TV as well as for a checklist for an entire novel chapter. Decided to make this because I used to have a lot of trouble figuring out how to structure a scene.

  1. Exposition
    1. Introduce the scene’s characters, situation, time, and place. Basically, let us know how the setting has changed since the last scene (if at all).
    2. This shouldn’t be too long or drawn out (unless you have good reason to). This is just to orientate the audience. And if the scene/story calls for it, you don’t have to orientate them to all four; characters, situation, time, and place. In a mystery, you may not let the audience know everyone who is present, what time it takes place, where, etc. Only do what’s necessary for them to not be too disoriented.
  2. Rising Action
    1. Complication of the situation; intensify or complicate the main conflict; introduce a new conflict. This is the gist of scene, which takes up the most word count/screen time.
  3. Turning Point/Climax
    1. Situation/conflict of the scene is directly addressed or confronted. This is what the gist of the scene has been building up to; the highest moment.
    2. Often times this is the shortest part of the scene since it is a single moment.
  4. Falling Action
    1. Conflict either appeased, put off, or ended; hint of new conflict/situation. Unless this is the final scene, I like to think of this as the SET UP for the next respective scene/chapter.
  5. Conclusion/Tag
    1. Rise of new conflict/situation. Usually, the next scene’s conflict is clearly stated in the conclusion, or at least overtly hinted at.


EXAMPLE SCENE: Airplane ride through a storm.

  1. Exposition
    1. Milo and Alisha are on a passenger plane, headed through the Bermuda Triangle.
    2. This could be stated in one sentence: “Milo shoved Alisha’s carry-on bag into the overhead compartment, taking care not to squash their lunch.”
  2. Rising Action
    1. Milo is nervous about planes, and it is no help that there is supposed to be a storm. Alisha assures him they’ll be alright.
    2. This is the gist of the scene and can carry on for several pages as they talk about his anxiety, what they’re going to do when they land, etc.
  3. Turning Point/Climax
    1. The plane hits severe turbulence due to an intense downburst.
    2. As I said before, stating the climax doesn’t take very long at all since it is, in fact, only a single moment: “The plane lurched downward and the emergency masks dropped with it.”
  4. Falling Action
    1. The pilots lose control; oxygen masks deploy; panic ensues in the cabin.
    2. This could take some time, but usually doesn’t. Once the climax is reached, you’ve now begun setting up for the next scene.
  5. Conclusion/Tag
    1. The plane crashes on a strange island.
    2. You could end a scene like this right as they crash; you could end it a bit after the crash as they bear witness to the aftermath. Personally, and for the most part, I would end the scene at the impact, or just after, and save the aftermath for the next scene.

If this seems really simplified, that’s because it is. It may seem like it’ll make your scene short and choppy, but trust—it won’t. These are simply beats in your scene that you need to hit for the scene to seem plausible; and it isn’t even necessary to have them in this order. You could cleverly state in the beginning that the plane is going to crash, putting the conclusion in the beginning, and then build up to it. It’s all up to you. But these are the beats that make a scene or even a chapter (though some chapters may have more than one scene in them–but even with multiple scenes in a chapter, the chapter will still have these five beats overall)

I know Steve Trevor is named Steve and he’s played by a guy named Chris, and he’s a captain during a world war, and he sacrificed himself in a plane to dispose of the Macguffin, but like, Diana “I’m going to walk across fucking No Man’s Land to liberate this tiny village and there’s nothing you can do to stop me” Prince is still the Steve Rogers of this relationship

BOYFRIEND YUGYEOM

requests open btw -

• soft and shy at first
• but afterwards you find out that the boy is WILD.
• inside jokes between you two that no one else understands
• bambam is jealous
• you and bambam are lowkey at war
• I mean you can’t blame him, you stole his boyfriend
• anyways..
• back hugs
• bear hugs
• forehead kisses
• nuzzles his head in your shoulder which leads to neck kisses
• which leads to hickeys
• which leads to-
• yeet, not yet :)
• “baby dance with me”
• shows you new dances and tries to teach you so you can dance together
• stares at you all the time because he is just so iN shOcK tHaT YoU eVeN LikE Him!1!
• slow dancing in the kitchen
• watches you cook bc he can’t but he finds it cute that you care for him much
• CHRIS BROWN ERRDAY
• got6 loves you
• you guys prank each other all the time
• play fighting
• gets silent when you guys actually fight and argue
• cries because he doesn’t want to lose you
• holds your hand in public
•lowkey protective but won’t show it unless he has to
• not big on kissing you in front of the members but when you get home he’s all over you
• couple rings
• spoils you
• will go shopping with you
• pays attention to what you like and ends up buying it for you later
• “I love you so much”
• fun dates like carnivals and concerts but also chill dates where you watch movies/ play video games and sleep
• when you do sleep the man CRUSHES YOU.
• you are now his personal pillow
• calls you before he gets on the plane before a tour
• calls you when he lands
• calls you everday
• “baby I miss you”
• “kiss me through the phone”
• has a thousand nicknames for you
• baby,sweety,pumpkin,babygirl, angel
• is always all over you
• loves you so much and always shows it

Why S4 (including TFP) might be a continuation of TAB

  • TAB doesn’t end on the tarmac - it ends with Victorian Holmes looking through the window at modern Baker Street. It seems like a perfect bridge between TAB and S4. He says he’s a man out of this time, then the next thing we see is modern Sherlock tweeting and still being a bit out of character. 
  • All the ‘’fuckiness’’ started in TAB, not in T6T. Like this scene
  • Their sudden change in appearance. 
  • Sherlock didn’t really solve the case in TAB because that wasn’t the point. Same pattern in S4.
  • The abominable bride is an old case, so are the S4 ones. If you watch HLV and then TLD  you’ll notice they’re almost the same story. 
  • ‘’You’ve been reading John’s blog’’ that’s why he imagines T6T.
  • ‘’It helps me if I see myself through his eyes sometimes’’ explains why TFP is like a Bond/horror film.
  • He tells Ella he needs to know what to do about John, then we get a retelling of HLV with broken John and Sherlock trying to save him. I hate this show?
  • Being on a plane is literally being high (on drugs). If you watch S4 with this mindset EMP becomes even more obvious. T6T - planes, TLD - drugs, TFP - planes. Same thing. They told us
  • He’s literally shown sleeping on a plane in T6T.
  • Moriarty telling Sherlock it’s not the fall that kills him. It’s the landing. And it’s unresolved because Sherlock still hasn’t woken up/hasn’t landed. We don’t even know how Sherlock survived tha fall in TRF.
  • ‘’You’re in deep Sherlock, deeper than you ever intented to be’’ hence all the plot holes. Of course it doesn’t make sense, it’s not real.
  • The girl on a plane is Sherlock. She doesn’t know how to land, the plane is going to crash. Sherlock probably can’t wake up, again, ‘’he’s deeper than he ever intended to be’’. 
  • TAB flash back in TFP which ties everything up for me. Curious thing is that he’s alone there, as if he took a step back since TAB. It doesnt matter who you really are, Sherrinford, etc. Which leads us to

The virus in the data: TAB - Moriarty, S4 - Mary.

AGRA = Mary = memory stick. She’s literally stepping out of a hacker’s house. It can’t get any more obvious, can it? Well…

She infected the story, the redemption arc is just a facade and Sherlock has finally realised she’s the real virus. Miss me? That’s why the fourth season is so wrong.

It’s time to wake up, Sherlock.

Full Esquire Interview - CHRIS EVANS IS READY TO FIGHT

“HIS SUCCESS AS CAPTAIN AMERICA HAS MADE CHRIS EVANS ONE OF HOLLYWOOD’S SURE THINGS, WHICH MEANS HE CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS WITH HIS FREE TIME. SO WHY JUMP OUT OF AIRPLANES AND GET INTO IT WITH DAVID DUKE?

BY MAXIMILLIAN POTTERMAR 15, 2017


The Canadian commandos are the first to jump. Our plane reaches an altitude of about eight thousand feet; the back door opens. Although it’s a warm winter day below in rural southern California, up here, not so much. In whooshes freezing air and the cold reality that this is actually happening. Out drop the eight commandos, all in black-and-red camouflage, one after the other. For them it’s a training exercise, and Jesus, these crazy bastards are stoked. The last Canuck to exit into the nothingness is a freakishly tall stud with a crew cut and a handlebar mustache; just before he leaps, he flashes a smile our way. Yeah, yeah, we get it: You’re a badass.

Moments later, the plane’s at ten thousand feet, and the next to go are a Middle Eastern couple in their late thirties. These two can’t wait. They are ecstatic. Skydiving is clearly a thing for them. Why? I can’t help thinking. Is it like foreplay? Do they rush off to the car after landing and get it on in the parking lot? They give us the thumbs-up and they’re gone.

Just like that, we’re at 12,500 feet and it’s our turn. Me and Chris Evans, recognized throughout the universe as the star of the Marvel-comic-book-inspired Captain America and Avengers movies. The five films in the series, which began in 2011 with Captain America: The First Avenger, have grossed more than $4 billion.

The two of us, plus four crew members, are the only ones left in the back of the plane. Over the loud drone of the twin propellers, one of the crew members shouts, "Okay, who’s going first?”

Evans and I are seated on benches opposite each other. Neither of us answers. I look at him; he looks at me. I feel like I’ve swallowed a live rat. Evans is over there, all Captain America cool, smiling away.

While we were waiting to board the plane, Evans told me that as he lay in bed the night before, “I started exploring the sensation of ‘What if the chute doesn’t open?’. . .”

Oh, did you now?

“. . .Those last minutes where you know.” As in you know you’re going to fatally splat. “You’re not gonna pass out; you’re gonna be wide awake. So what? Do I close my eyes? Hopefully, it would be quick. Lights out. I fucking hope it would be quick. And then I was like, if you’re gonna do it, let’s just pretend there is no way this is going to go wrong. Just really embrace it and jump out of that plane with gusto.” Evans also shared that he’d looked up the rate of skydiving fatalities. “It’s, like, 0.006 fatalities per one thousand jumps. So I figure our odds are pretty good.”

Again the crew member shouts, “Who’s going first?”

Again I look at Evans; again he looks at me. The rat is running circles in my belly.

I look at Evans; he looks at me.

Another crew member asks, “So whose idea was this, anyway?”


That’s an excellent question.

I ask Evans the same thing when we first meet, the evening before our jump, at his house. He lives atop the Hollywood Hills, in a modern-contemporary ranch in the center of a Japanese-style garden. The place has the vibe of an L.A. meditation retreat—there’s even a little Buddha statue on the front step.

The dude who opens the front door is in jeans, a T-shirt, and Nikes; he has on a black ball cap with the NASA logo, and his beard is substantial enough that for a second it’s hard to be sure this is the same guy who plays the baby-faced superhero. Our handshake in the doorway is interrupted when his dog rockets toward my crotch. Evans is sorry about that.

We do the small-talk thing. Evans is from a suburb of Boston, one of four kids raised by Dad, a dentist, and Mom, who ran a community theater. The point is, he’s a Patriots fan, and with Super Bowl LI, between the Pats and the Falcons, just a few days away at the time, it’s about the only thing on his mind. You bet your Sam Adams–guzzling ass he’s going to the game in Houston. “Oh my God,” he says, doing a little dance. “I can’t believe it’s this weekend.”

Like any self-respecting Pats fan, Evans is super-wicked pissed at NFL commissioner Roger Goodell.

Evans won’t be rolling to SB LI with a posse of Beantown-to-Hollywood A-listers like Mark Wahlberg, Matt Damon, and Ben Affleck. For the record, he’s never met Damon, and his only interaction with Wahlberg was a couple years ago at a Patriots event. Evans has, however, humiliated himself in front of Affleck.

Around 2006, Evans met with Affleck to talk about Gone Baby Gone, which Affleck was directing. Evans was walking down a hallway, looking for the room where they were supposed to meet. Walking by an open office, he heard Affleck, in that thick Boston accent of his, shout, “There he is!” (Evans does a perfect Affleck impersonation.)

By then, Evans had hit the big time for his turn as the Human Torch, Johnny Storm, in 2005’s Fantastic Four, but he still got starstruck. As he tells it, “First thing I say to him: 'Am I going to be okay where I parked?’ He was like, 'Where did you park?’ I said, 'At a meter.’ And he was like, 'Did you put money in the meter?’ And I said, 'Yep.’ And he says, 'Well, I think you’ll be okay.’ I was like, this is off to a great fucking start.” Stating the obvious here: Evans did not get the part.

No, Evans will be heading to the Super Bowl with his brother and three of his closest buddies. Like any self-respecting Pats fan, Evans is super-wicked pissed at NFL commissioner Roger Goodell for imposing that suspension on Tom Brady for Deflategate. Grabbing two beers from a fridge that’s otherwise basically empty, Evans says, “I just want to see Goodell hand the trophy to Brady. Goodell. Piece of shit.”

In Evans’s living room, there’s not a single hint of his Captain Americaness. Earth tones, tables that appear to be made of reclaimed wood. Open. Uncluttered. Glass doors open onto a backyard with a stunning view of the Hills. Evans stretches out on one of two couches. I take the other and ask, “Just whose idea was it to jump?” Since we both know whose idea it wasn’t, we both know that what I’m really asking is Why? Why, dude, do you want to jump (with me) from a goddamn airplane? “Yeah,” he says, popping open his beer, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Settling in on the couch, he groans. Evans explains that he’s hurting all over because he just started his workout routine the day before to get in shape for the next two Captain America films. The movies will be shot back to back beginning in April. After that, no more red- white-and-blue costume for the thirty-five-year-old. He will have fulfilled his contract.

“Yeah,” he says, popping open his beer, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Back in 2010, Marvel presented Evans with a nine-picture deal. He insisted he’d sign on for no more than six. Some family members thought he was nuts to dial back such a secure and lucrative gig. Evans saw it differently.

It takes five months to shoot a Marvel movie, and when you tack on the promotional obligations for each one, well, shit, man. Evans knew that for as long as he was bound to Captain America, he would have little time to take on other projects. He wanted to direct, he wanted to play other characters—roles that were more human—like the lead in Gifted, which will hit theaters this month. The script had brought him to tears. Evans managed to squeeze the movie in between Captain America and Avengers films.

FOX Searchlight

In Gifted, Evans stars as Frank Adler. You don’t get much more human than Adler, a grease-under-his-nails boat-engine mechanic living the bachelor life in Florida. After a series of tragic circumstances, Adler becomes a surrogate father to his niece, Mary, a first-grader with the IQ of Einstein. He recognizes that Mary is a little genius, and he does his best to prevent anyone else from noticing. Given the aforementioned circumstances, Adler has witnessed what can happen when a kid with a brilliant mind is pushed too hard too quickly. Then along comes Mary’s teacher. She discovers the child’s gift, and a Kramer vs. Kramer–esque drama ensues.

During a moment in the film when things aren’t going Adler’s way, he sarcastically refers to himself as a “fucking hero.” Evans says the line didn’t lead him to make comparisons between superhero Steve Rogers (aka Captain America) and Everyman hero Frank Adler. But now that you mention it . . . 

“With Steve Rogers,” Evans says, “even though you’re on a giant movie with a huge budget and strange costumes, you’re still on a hunt for the truth of the character.” That said, “with Adler, it’s nice to play someone relatable. I think Julianne Moore said, 'The audience doesn’t come to see you; they come to see themselves.’ Adler is someone you can hold up as a mirror for someone in the audience. They’ll be able to far more easily identify with Frank Adler than Steve Rogers.”

Dodger. That’s the name of Evans’s dog, the one who headbutted my nuts and has since done a marvelous job of making amends by nuzzling against me on the couch. Evans got him while he was filming Gifted; one of the last scenes was shot in an animal shelter in Georgia. Evans had wanted a dog ever since his last pooch died in 2012. Then he found himself walking the aisles of this pound, and there was this mixed-breed boxer, wagging his tail and looking like he belonged with Evans.

Dodger is not exactly a name you’d think a die-hard Boston sports fan would pick. His boys from back home have given him a ton of shit over it. But he has not abandoned his Red Sox for the L.A. team. As a kid, he loved the Disney animated movie Oliver & Company, and his favorite character was Dodger. Anticipating the grief he was going to get from his pals, Evans considered other names. “You could name your dog Doorknob,” he says, “and in a month he’s fucking Doorknob.” Evans’s mom convinced him to go with his gut.

Right around when Evans was wrapping Gifted and heading back to L.A. with Dodger, the 2016 presidential campaign was still in that phase when no one, including the actor—a Hillary Clinton supporter—thought Trump had a shot. He still can’t believe Trump won.

“I feel rage,” he says. “I feel fury. It’s unbelievable. People were just so desperate to hear someone say that someone is to blame. They were just so happy to hear that someone was angry. Hear someone say that Washington sucks. They just want something new without actually understanding. I mean, guys like Steve Bannon—Steve Bannon!—this man has no place in politics.”

Evans has made, and continues to make, his political views known on Twitter. He tweeted that Trump ought to “stop energizing lies,” and he recently ended up in a heated Twitter debate with former KKK leader David Duke over Trump’s pick of Jeff Sessions for attorney general. Duke baselessly accused Evans of being anti-Semitic; Evans encouraged Duke to try love: “It’s stronger than hate. It unites us. I promise it’s in you under the anger and fear.” Making political statements and engaging in such public exchanges is a rather risky thing for the star of Captain America to do. Yes, advisors have said as much to him. “Look, I’m in a business where you’ve got to sell tickets,” he says. “But, my God, I would not be able to look at myself in the mirror if I felt strongly about something and didn’t speak up. I think it’s about how you speak up. We’re allowed to disagree. If I state my case and people don’t want to go see my movies as a result, I’m okay with that.”

Trump. Bannon. Politics. Now Evans is animated. He gets off the couch, walks out onto his porch, and lights a cigarette. “Some people say, 'Don’t you see what’s happening? It’s time to yell,' ” Evans says. “Yeah, I see it, and it’s time for calm. Because not everyone who voted for Trump is going to be some horrible bigot. There are a lot of people in that middle; those are the people you can’t lose your credibility with. If you’re trying to change minds, by spewing too much rhetoric you can easily become white noise.”


Evans has a pretty remarkable “How I got to Hollywood” story.

During his junior year of high school, he knew he wanted to act. He was doing it a lot. In school. At his mom’s theater. He loved it. “When you’re doing a play at thirteen years old and have opening night? None of my friends had opening nights. 'I can’t have a sleepover, guys; I have an opening night tonight.' ”

That same year, he did a two-man play. For all of the twenty-plus plays Evans had done up to that point, preparation meant going home, memorizing lines, and doing a few run-throughs with the cast. However, for this play, Fallen Star, he and his costar would rehearse by running dialogue with each other. Hour upon hour, night after night.

Fallen Star is about two friends, one of whom has just died. As the play opens, one of the characters comes home after the funeral to find his dead friend’s ghost. Evans was the ghost. Waiting backstage on opening night, he knew he didn’t have every line memorized, but he had the essence and emotion of the play down. Onstage, he remembers, “I was saying the lines not because they were memorized but because the play was in me. I was believing what I was saying.”

He was hooked. He wanted to do more of this kind of acting—real acting. He wanted to do films, in which the camera was right on him and he could just be the character, rather than theater, in which an actor must perform to the back of the room.

A family friend who was a television actor advised Evans that if he wanted to go to Hollywood, he needed an agent. Toward the end of his junior year, he had a ballsy request for his parents: If he found an internship with a casting agent in New York City, would they allow him to live there and cover the rent? They agreed. Evans landed a gig with Bonnie Finnegan, who was then working on the television show Spin City.

“I just fucked off. I lost my virginity that year. 1999 was one of the best years of my life.” Until it wasn’t.

Evans chose to intern with a casting agent because he figured he had more of a chance to interact with other agents trying to get auditions for their clients.

The kid was sixteen years old.

Finnegan put Evans on the phone; his responsibilities included setting up appointments for auditions. By the end of the summer, he picked the three agents he had the best rapport with and asked each of them to give him a five-minute audition. All three said yes. After seeing his audition, all three were interested.

Evans went with the one Finnegan recommended, Bret Adams, who told Evans to return to New York for auditions in January, television pilot season. Back home, Evans doubled up on a few classes the first semester of his senior year, graduated early, and went back to New York in January. He got the same shithole apartment in Brooklyn and the same internship with Finnegan. He landed a part on the pilot Opposite Sex. Even better, the show got picked up and would start shooting in L.A. that fall.

“I know I’m going to L.A. in August,” Evans says, recalling that period. “So I go home and that spring I would wake up around noon, saunter into high school just to see my buddies, and we’d go get high in the parking lot. I just fucked off. I lost my virginity that year. 1999 was one of the best years of my life.” Until it wasn’t.

He wasn’t in L.A. for even a month when he got a call from home. His parents were divorcing. Evans never saw it coming.

Family and love and the struggles therein are part of what attracted Evans to Gifted.

“In my own life, I have a deep connection with my family and the value of those bonds,” he says. “I’ve always loved stories about people who put their families before themselves. It’s such a noble endeavor. You can’t choose your family, as opposed to friends. Especially in L.A. You really get to see how friendships are put to the test; it stirs everyone’s egos. But if something goes south with a friend, you have the option to say we’re not friends anymore. Your family—that’s your family. Trying to make that system work and trying to make it not just functional but actually enjoyable is a really challenging endeavor, and that’s certainly how it is with my family.”


the plane, a decision is made.

“I want to see you jump first,” Evans shouts my way.

Of course he does.

Like any respectable and legal skydiving center, Skydive Perris, which is providing us with this “experience,” doesn’t just strap a chute on your back. First, you go to a room for a period of instruction. Then you go to another room, where you sign away your rights.

You may be wondering how the star of a billion-dollar franchise with two pictures to shoot gets clearance to jump from an airplane—never mind the low rate of fatalities, as Evans has presented it. So am I.

“Well, they give you all these crazy insurance policies, but even if I die, what are they going to do? Sue my family? They’d probably cast some new guy at a cheaper price and save some money.”

Thinking the answer is almost certainly going to be no, I ask Evans if he’s ever gone skydiving before. Turns out he has, with an ex-girlfriend. Turns out that ex-girlfriend is now married to Justin Timberlake. Evans and Jessica Biel dated off and on from 2001 to 2006. They took the leap together when Biel hatched the idea for one Valentine’s Day. According to media accounts, Evans was recently dating his Gifted costar Jenny Slate, who plays the teacher. “Yeah,” he says, “but I’m steering clear of those questions.” You can almost feel his heart pinch.

“There’s a certain shared life experience that is tough for someone else who’s not in this industry to kind of wrap their head around.”

We end up broadly discussing the unique challenges an international star like Evans faces when it comes to dating, specifically the trust factor. Evans supposes that’s why so many actors date other actors: “There’s a certain shared life experience that is tough for someone else who’s not in this industry to kind of wrap their head around,” he says. “Letting someone go to work with someone for three months and they won’t see them. It really, it certainly puts the relationship to the test.”

In Gifted, there’s a moment when Slate’s character asks Adler what his greatest fear is. Frank Adler’s greatest fear is that he’ll ruin his niece’s life. Evans’s greatest fear is having regrets.

“Like always kind of wanting to be there as opposed to here. I think I’m worried all of a sudden I’ll get old and have regrets, realize that I’ve not cultivated enough of an appreciation for the now and surrendering to the present moment.”

Evans’s musings have something to do with the fact that he has been reading The Surrender Experiment. “It’s about the basic notion that we are only in a good mood when things are going our way,” he says. “The truth is, life is going to unfold as it’s going to unfold regardless of your input. If you are an active participant in that awareness, life kind of washes over you, good or bad. You kind of become Teflon a little bit to the struggles that we self-inflict.”

He continues: “Our conscious minds are very spread out. We worry about the past. We worry about the future. We label. And all of that stuff just makes us very separate. What I’m trying to do is just quiet it down. Put that brain down from time to time and hope those periods of quiet and stillness get longer. When you do that, what rises from the mist is a kind of surrendering. You’re more connected as opposed to being separate. A lot of the questions about destiny or fate or purpose or any of that stuff—it’s not like you get answers. You just realize you didn’t need the questions.”

This here—this stuff about surrendering, letting life unfold, taking the leap—this is why he wanted to go skydiving. It’s why that sixteen-year-old took the leap and did the summer in New York; it’s why he took the leap and turned down the nine-picture deal; it’s why he got Dodger. Surrender. Take the leap.

And so I go first.

Oh, one important detail: Novice jumpers like Evans and me, we don’t jump solo. Thank God. Each of us is doing a tandem jump. Each of us is strapped with our back to a professional jumper’s front. I’m strapped to a forty-four-year-old dude named Paul. Considering what’s about to happen, I figure I should know a little something about Paul. He tells me he used to own a bar in Chicago. Evans is strapped to a young woman named Sam, who looks to be twenty-something. She’s got a purplish-pink streak in her black hair and says things like “badass.” In fact, Sam introduced herself  by saying, “I’m Sam, but you can call me Badass.”

At the plane’s open door, my mind goes to my wife and two teenage sons, to those I love, and to the texts I just sent in case my chute fails. Then Paul and I—well, really mostly Paul—rock gently back and forth to build momentum to push away from the plane, to push away from all that seems sane.

Three.

Two.

One.

Holy fuck.

HOLY FUCK. This is what I scream as we free-fall from 12,500 feet, at more than a hundred miles an hour, toward the earth. Which I cannot take my eyes off of. I think about nothing. Not living. Not dying. Nothing. I simply feel . . . I have let go.

Suddenly, it all stops. I’m jerked up. Paul has pulled the chute, and it does indeed open. This is fantastic, because it means we have a much better chance of not dying. But it’s also kind of a bummer. I had let go. Of everything. I had chosen to play those odds Evans had talked about. I had embraced jumping and letting life unfold.

Now I had been jerked back. I would land. Back on the earth I had been so high above and from which I had been so far removed. Back in all of it.

Once I’m on the ground, safe and in one piece, a staffer runs over and asks how I feel. I say, “I feel like Captain America.”

The staffer runs over and asks Evans the same question. He says he feels great. Then he’s asked another question: What was your favorite part?

“Jumping out,” he says. “Jumping out is always a real thrill.”


This article appears in the April '17 issue of Esquire.

Giant

high school supercorp au. kara struggling to keep her superpowers at bay around the pretty super nerd. kara hasn’t grown into her hero image yet & lena hasn’t grown into her name.

There’s a giant leading me to God knows where
I’ve got news, I’m going my way
Fighting, and I feel I’m getting somewhere
All is right, all is right.

From high atop the water tower on the very edge of town, a shadow sat, pushing up her glasses as they fell slightly down the bridge of her nose. Just below, an entire city stretched out toward the sea, the lights bleeding into it, which then bled into the horizon, into the very sky itself. Down by the boardwalk, someone was throwing away old bread and cotton candy while the gulls gulped them down with contented caws that got lodged in their noses. The smell of the freshly cut, end-of-summer lawns wafted through the night, perfuming the last night of summer break perfectly.

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shadows pt. 1

pairing: reader x Hoseok, OT7

genre: vampire!au, angst, implied smut, mentions of violence

word count: 5,780

synopsis: you thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

A/N: I have to thank @2seoke for helping me brainstorm almost this entire series and @jeonjagiya for helping me with historical fact checking

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read the first installment of the Ashes Trilogy here

“I love you, Hoseok” you murmured, feeling a sense of content for the first time in months.

He smiled, “I love you too” He nodded towards the sunrise, “Take in your last few moments. We don’t have much time before the sunlight will reach us.”

You nodded, turning your attention back towards the painted sky. You wanted nothing more than to run out and feel the sun’s rays. To soak your skin in sunlight, but this was enough. It was more than enough.

 “I’m ready” you tell Hoseok, turning around and lacing his fingers with yours. “Where to now?”

 “We can go anywhere you want to go, just give me a name.” he smiled, leading you back into the darkness.

 The two of you walked in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. You tried to think of where you wanted to go, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Hoseok, nothing else mattered.

 But your partner froze next to you, staying still for a split second before he pinned your body against the damp tunnel wall. He covered your mouth with his hand before you had any chance to question his sudden behavior. There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he stared at you when a woman’s voice rang out through the darkness.

 “Jung Hoseok, I always told you to be careful of what’s hiding in the shadows”

 He stood between you and the woman, a deep growl emitting from his chest as the two of them stared at each other.

 "It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much,“ she smiled wickedly. She was almost beautiful, in a terrifying way. Her wild red hair framing a pale freckled face. Her black eyes laced with unspoken evil. There was something about her that made your cold blood freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here?” Hoseok hissed, pushing himself further against you like a shield.

The woman cocked her head to the side, “Don’t you miss me, Hoseokie? It’s been what, almost 700 years since the last time we’ve seen each other? I certainly wasn’t expected to be greeted with such hostility, especially since you seem to have company.”

“Go to hell!” Hoseok snapped, spit flying from his lips in between the syllables.

The vampire held up her hands, “I think you’re misunderstanding me Hoseok. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to pay my old friend Kai a visit,” her eyes flickering onto yours as she spoke, “But it seems like he’s no longer at that address.”

You could feel Hoseok telling you to keep your mouth shut, to not antagonize the vampire in front of you. But he should know by now that you’re a terrible listener, “I can send you his ashes in a box, if you would like.” you quip, flashing the vampire a sarcastic smile.

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A Universe Of Numbers

Part 1:

Lance didn’t see the world like everyone else did.
While some saw shapes and colours, Lance saw numbers.
When Lance was twelve he was declared autistic.
His parents were worried that meant he would never be able to function on his own.
They he went shooting for the first time.
It was at his uncles house.
He had set up some cans on a fence planning to teach Lance how to shoot.
However soon as Lance knew to pull the trigger he never missed.
All those numbers and angles he’s seen his whole life. The endless stream of information pouring into his head.
It all suddenly clicked into place.
One hit
Two hits
Three hits
Ten hits.
Lance never missed.
Soon every weekend he would spend it with a gun in his hand trying to hit more and more complicated targets to entertain himself.
Perhaps he would of gone on to the olymics if a visiting friend of his uncle hadn’t of seen him hit a target he could barley see.
The man worked for the military and one example of Lance’s ability was all he needed to know Lance was beyond a prodigy.
He was a servont.
Arrangements were made faster then Lance could understand and he was shipped off to a military base before his guns barrel even cooled.
Everything was different surrounded by soldiers. Everyone was different and loud always looking at him, expecting something amazing.
Lance had his first meltdown ten minuets after arriving.
The soldiers didn’t know what to do. They had never felt with a situation like this.
Except one.
He gently lead Lance to his plane and took off with him without a second hesitation.
It was the first time Lance had ever flown.
Being so high away from the noise in a comfortably confined space calmed him.
His breathing slowed.
He stopped clawing at his skin.
He just sat back and allowed the new kind of numbers to enter his mind.
By time they landed Lance realised something.
He didn’t want to be a sniper or a marksmen or even an Olympian.
He wanted to fly.
He wanted to be a pilot.

BTS REACTS TO: Their s/o wearing an ugly picture of them on a t-shirt

Anon Asked: Can you do a BTS Reaction to their s/o wearing an ugly selfie of them on a t-shirt in public? I ALWAYS wanted to do this with my boyfriend but he’s too photogenic uGH

Okay, I’ve totally done this before. Showed up at a friend’s birthday party wearing an ugly snapchat pic they sent me on a sweatshirt lol.

- Admin Dayna


Seokjin

Jin is handsome. He knew it, his fans knew it, and obviously, so do you. But with great beauty, comes great responsibility, and it seems like your boyfriend abuses his good-looks. Jin oozes narcissism. At times it was funny, charming in fact, but there’s only so much of it one could take. Sometimes consequences need to be dealt out to the arrogant. With just enough persistence and creativity, you’ve came up with the perfect plan. You awaited his arrival at the airport, your hoodie zipped up hiding your brilliance. Jin and the boys’ plane had landed and now they were only a few feet away from you. When you were absolutely positive Jin was looking right at you - and you could tell he had by the way he suddenly picked up his pace to a brisk jog your direction - you unzipped your hoodie, revealed your t-shirt with a rather… unattractive picture of him that his Army has turned into a meme printed on the front. You lifted your arms up high, allowing Jin, the boys, and the lucky bystanders to bask in its glory. As Namjoon, Yoongi, Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook all erupted into laughter, Jin struggled to reprimand you between fits of giggles.

“Wha - jagiyaahh~! How could you betray me?!”

“What have I done to deserve this?!”

“Do you think this was right?! I demand respect!”

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Father to the Unknown: Part One

AN: Since I’ve been so remiss in updating lately, here, have a new Wonder Woman series.

THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE, BUT I WAITED MONTHS TO POST THIS. I WANT THAT NOTED!!!!!


When the phone rings for the fourth time, you start to think that some people just can’t take a hint. Then you remember exactly who’s on the other end, and you realize that the man can take a hint, he’s just too stubborn to do so. You wait for the buzzing to die off, and sure enough it starts again a second later.

    With a sigh you pick the phone up, and hit the answer button. You wait for him to speak first, “You’re a tough one to get a hold of.”

    “I figured you’d get the hint, Mr. Wayne.”

    “I’m calling in regards to your mother …”

    You cut him off before he can continue, “Saving the world is my mother’s business not mine, Mr. Wayne. I have no desire to join your little club.”

    “So she told you.”

    Your eyes flicker to the television, “The news told me everything I needed to know, Mr. Wayne. I saw the remains of the fight. I saw my mother.”

    “You disagree with her choice, a choice to step up and save the world?”

    Your eyes land on a photograph over the mantel. A picture of you and your mother from last year, not that anyone would know it. You looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. “My mother was born to save the world Mr. Wayne, I was born to protect her.”

    “Which is exactly, why I’m calling.”

You stiffen at the words, “What do you mean?”

“When’s the last time you talked to Diana?”

“Two days ago. We made plans to meet in London.”

“Where are you right now?”

“Austria.”

“Good. If you take a plane you can be there in five hours.”

You find your mouth dry, at the words, and it takes everything you have to ask your question, “What’s happened to my mother, Mr. Wayne?”

There’s a moment of hesitation before he says, “I’ll explain when you get here. I’ve already booked your flight.”

It doesn’t take you long to grab the essentials; a few pairs of clothes, emergency cash, and a few family heirlooms. You make it to the airport with only a few minutes to spare. You spend the entire flight with a knot in your stomach. You’d talked to her two days ago. Only two days. Your mother was a goddess. She was unbreakable. Only able to be killed by someone like her. And yet, no matter how many times you repeated that information to yourself you never felt any better.

Your mother had had may professions during her time in man’s world. She’d been a teacher, a professor, a nurse, a translator, and now museum curator. It made sense, your mother’s love of Greek history.

Your mother took pride in her work. Her love for it displayed any time she talked about it. Organization ruled her domains, just as it had when you were a child. But as you step into her office you see what Bruce is talking about. There are papers scattered on the floor. The glass displays behind her desk are broken. Her tablet had been thrown against the wall. You lock eyes with Bruce over top of the investigators scouring the floor. A few eyes flick to you, before the lead inspector turns to you.

Before he can say a word Bruce steps in, “This is Ms. Trevor. My translator, she should be able to help with the translation on the wall.”

Your eyes snap to the wall you had missed in the chaos, and the writing there. You swallow the lump in your throat, and the investigator prods you on, “Well, Ms. Trevor.”

Your voice quakes a bit, “It’s ancient Greek. One word. Themyscira.”

Your eyes flick to Bruce, as the investigator turns back to his team. With a motion of your head, Bruce follows you back. Once you’re safe distance away you ask, “Was that blood on the wall?” His nod is barely perceivable but it’s there. You take a deep breath.

“Would she go there?” His voice is soft.

You shake your head, “She didn’t know the way back. She would have taken me there when she found out she was pregnant. There’s no way to find it.”

Bruce’s voice is soft, “Your father found it.”

You snap, “My father crashed into the sea near it. There’s a difference Mr. Wayne.”

“Which means it’s not impossible to find.”

You stare at the man. The bat vigilante. The world’s greatest detective. Your brow furrows and you step closer, “What do you know?”

“Your mother believed that our world would soon need the full force of the Amazons. We’ve been doing some searching for it. Looking at your father’s flight pattern, and judging distances and so forth, along with strange reports of fog.”

“You know where Themyscira is?” You ask softly.

“I have an idea of where it is.” He corrects gently, “And if who ever took your mother knew this, then they’re counting on someone to come and try and rescue her.”

Your eyes narrow, “Why me? I’m nowhere near as strong as my mother.”

He shrugs, “Who knows. But you’re probably her only hope.”

You raise an eyebrow in question, “You’re not going?”

“Your mother gave me strict instructions to remain here if something were to happen to her. To contact you, and give you these.” You focus on the small watch, and piece of paper in his hand before taking them.

You knew the watch well, you had fallen asleep with it clutched to your chest more than once. It was the only thing of your father’s that you had. The photograph was different. You hadn’t seen it before, but you knew your parents on sight. You carefully slip both into your pocket before meeting Bruce Wayne’s gaze again. “Well?” he asks.

You give a small smile, “My mother always said that we could sit around and do nothing, or try and do something. Apparently doing nothing is no longer working. I’m going to need a ride Mr. Wayne.”

Age gap

Prompt: What about a headcanon of Chris dating a younger person? oh! or going to Disney World with him.

A/N: THANK YOU, for challenging me like this. I needed that. There you go, I hope you like it. Keep sending requests :)

Warnings: fluff, a little angs, age gap, bad words.

——-

Chris and I had been dating for over seven months. And our fights didn’t include his job or mine. Just the fucking age gap. Today was one of those days were that little and stupid thing made us go nuts and not in the nice, corny and sweet way. He was mad.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked him putting my hand in my hips.

“No, y/n, you’re young I get that, you like to go out and have fun with your friends. Your friends that have your same age.” I sighed.

“You know that you can come with me, I love when you come and join me, baby” I made my way towards him and I hugged him, I tried to kiss him but he was so tense.

“I… we, can find something else to do together. I don’t want to be the old man that just goes there and stands there and doesn’t get any of your young jokes…Maybe I’m getting old” he hugged me for a few seconds to add “I love you, have fun” he kissed my forehead and left my apartment.

“What? Wait, Chris…” I tried to reach him. But he turned around and sighed.

“Baby, please. Just text me when you come back home, please?” I nodded and saw the white door closing.

As a girlfriend, I was supposed to know him, right? Well, I did. And I knew that the age gap was always going to be an issue for us, but lately felt worst. His thirties versus my twenties.

I loved him more than anything in the world and I wanted him being part of my world. But he was right, there was a different atmosphere, with his friends, our friends and my friends.

It was killing me that he had that absurd idea of him being old, but for now, I needed to give him his space.

But also, I think there’s something else I could do.

——-

“Chris” I murmured. He was sleeping. He was so fucking handsome, how could even consider he was old?! I mean, he’s like… breathtaking, amazing, funny… perfect. I laid next to him and started to wave his messy hair.

“Mhm?” he opened his eyes and half smiled. “Baby?” I kissed his nose, he incorporated and sat I leaned and kissed him.

“Good morning”

“Well, it’s not morning yet” he spoke looking at the clock “what are you doing here? I don’t mind, but’s everything ok?” he was that man, caring and sweet.

“Yes, we’re going on a trip, I just needed to wake you up. And it’s not an option, love. We are going.”

“Can I, at least, ask where?” I denied with my head and kissed him.

“No, it’s a surprise. You have ten minutes to shower, I’ll help you packing. Go, now” I ordered. He sprawled in the bed and I rolled my eyes.

“We can stay here, in bed. And I could kiss you and you could kiss me back” he added. His propose was very convincing, but not right now.

“No, move your young and awesome ass from bed” his head showed from the covers with that funny look “Please?”

“Just because you said please, boss” I smiled and kissed him.

“Come on, hurry, love!”

———

“Let me see if I understand? You didn’t let me watch since we got to the airport, neither when we got to the plane and you’re not going to let me sneak when we land?” I kissed him.

“Yes”

“You’re so mean! I don’t wike it.”

“How can you say that you’re old when you act like your four-year-old nephew?”

————-

We got to the place. The air was warm. I spent the night making calls, asking for favors in my job and exchanging as well. But it was worth it, here we were. I used my tiptoes. I kissed him and removed the blindfold.

“Where do you think we are?” I asked him before removing it completely, if he didn’t guess I’d probably punch him. There was all that noise that I couldn’t control, even the photoflashes and the smell of THIS place.

“I think we’re on set?” I laughed.

“Surprise! We’re on Disneyland” I yelled.

“What the fuck! Y/N, this is great, what…? Why…?” he stopped talking and rose me from the ground, making me spin in the air. When he put me down, he kissed me.

“Well, I thought that I needed to bring you to the place where you can feel young and maybe younger. In Disney, doesn’t matter your age, if you or me, are older, we can feel like kids again”

“But we can do things of grown ups too” he said while he put his arms around my waist.

“Like…?”

“Like kissing you and saying that I love you” he leaned and placed his lips against mine.

“I love you, Chris, I love you, not your age, not…” he put his index finger in my lips.

“Shhh! Let’s enjoy today” I nodded and started to walk. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and turned me back.

“I love you, thank you, baby. I… love you”. And that’s how you melt a heart in one second. He held my hand and made our way to the entrance.

Request: “Wonder Woman x Reader where instead of a man crash landing on Themyscira its a girl who Diana finds to be breathtakingly beautiful. “How do you wield such sword, my expertiece lies with guns”

A/N: I had so many ways on writing this, but I didn’t want it to drag on. Want me to redo let me know

It felt like your whole world was ending. The smoke from your plummeting plane blinds you, hurting your chest every time you took a breath, your stomach feeling as heavy as the plane. The communications weren’t responding to your alarms, why weren’t they responding to your yelling or the planes constant beeps? The only responses were static until the radio officially cut off.

The last thing you saw was the cracked glass as it plummeted into the ocean. You felt nothing but cold around you. But when you awoke, you immediately choked up salt water, you felt like you were going to pass out again. Your limbs were heavy, you saw the blinding sun outline behind a woman. Her dark hair, worried brown eyes.

“He…llo.” Your words could barley be made out, your unsteady breathing. You could barley hear her as her lips moved.

“You’ll be alright.” She assured. “I am Diana.” Her smile was so warm, it was perfect.

“Dia…na.” you breathed out.

“What is your name?”

You couldn’t breathe, your chest and throat ached. But the minimum air you had left let you breathe out your name until everything went black again.

This time when you woke, you were surrounded by white, gold, velvet, shades of cool blue. You’d rather not leave the bed, most comfortable sheets you’ve ever laid in. Your eyes blinked tiredly, examining your surroundings.

“Epione! She stirs!” Heavy doors closed behind Diana​. You pained yourself to sit up. “Please,” she held a hand, walking to the end of the bed, you captivated every bit of her attention. “Don’t strain yourself. You’re alright.”

“I don’t - I don’t understand. Where am I?”

“Themyscira.” She answered, smiling, excited, patient even when you cut her off.

“My plane! It crashed! Did you see any others?! My colleagues, did you see them?” You felt like you could cry, everything had went down so fast it seemed as if they had all disappeared. You felt like you were losing your breath again until Diana sat beside you, to calm you by bringing you close, laying your head on her shoulder.

“I am so sorry.” She let you so, holding you. Promising to do everything that she could.


Part ii

“The first time I came to America, I had three security checks before I got on the plane; first they said that I’d been randomly selected, and then they said it was something to do with my name, it was flagging something on their system…” he raises one of his lustrous eyebrows. “Then when I landed, it was like a movie. They kept me there for three hours, questioning me about all kinds of crazy stuff. I was 17, my first time in America, jet-lagged off the plane, confused. The same thing happened the next time too.”  

He relates all this in his characteristic laid-back manner. “I understand the level of caution that needs to be taken, especially now, in the light of certain events at home,” he says. “I don’t think there’s any benefit to getting angry — it’s something that comes with the climate. I understand why they’ve got to do it.”

The widespread radicalisation of young second- and third-generation British Muslims, however, baffles Malik entirely. “I don’t know how to figure out the psychology of why people do it. And I don’t know the remedy for it,” he sighs, lifting his long, skinny, tattooed arms skywards. “I just wish people had more love and care and compassion for other human beings.”

This whole part hurts so bad my goodness

DCMK Character Interaction Oneshots I want to (but probably won’t ever) write

- Shinichi and Kazuha having a heart to heart over their common experience of having pined for oblivious childhood friends. Shinichi gives Kazuha a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he concedes she’s had it rougher as he’s only pined from preschool to middle school. It doesn’t make her feel better. At all. 

- Ran and Kid in a locked room situation (not like what you’re thinking) as they play poker with the cards from his cardgun (RAN WINS EVERYTIME, much to his diminishing ego) as they wait for Conan to rescue them. Secrets get unveiled (”What do you mean you don’t remember my mistaken confession to you during that emergency plane landing? So that was really-??”) and advice is asked for (”So in a what-if, completely hypothetical situation, you find out your best friend *cough possible love interest cough* had a secret identity he was hiding from you all this time, how would you react?”) 

- Heiji and Aoko griping about Kaitou Kid impersonating their best friends one too many times (oh Aoko), and Heiji being impressed with Aoko’s mop-handling techniques and offering to teach her proper kendo form (somewhere far away, Kaito shivers in fear). Akako intrigued by the slight psychic impression she’s getting from Heiji, and trying to seduce him, to no avail. She thinks he’s being protected by the omamori he has with him, but really it’s because he’s as dense as a rock.

- Hakuba and Haibara: The Great British Sarcastic Wit Face-Off (Sera referees.) 

also ok i need to shut the fuck up but when they include a tjlc-insert of a little girl trapped on a crashing plane, crying because everybody else is asleep and doesn’t realize what’s so deeply wrong, and sherlock finds her and talks to her and tells her she’s so brilliant, she’s so smart, i will help you land the plane, i’m so sorry for what’s been done to you……i’m always talking about how all you need to believe tjlc is to look to the show itself and like, what am i supposed to do with that? writing us into the show like that (AGAIN!!!!) is the most tender and heartfelt apology i can think of

and obviously when this is all exposed they’re going to talk about us publicly and apologize again and say “here are their inserts that we wrote into the show” so everybody else knows too

Disney & Pixar Animation at D23: New Details on 'Frozen 2,' 'The Incredibles 2,' 'Toy Story 4' and More!

Unfortunately for the fan dressed in an inflatable Baymax costume (which was so big he couldn’t fit into any of the convention center’s seats), Friday’s Pixar and Disney Animation panel at D23, Disney’s fan expo, didn’t provide confirmation on sequels to either Big Hero 6 or Zootopia. But host John Lasseter, head of Walt Disney Animation and Pixar Studios, did have plenty of scoop on Frozen, Wreck-It Ralph 2, The Incredibles 2 and more!

MORE: Kristen Bell Confirms ‘Frozen 2’ Release Date With Adorable 'Weather Forecast’ – See When It’s Hitting Theaters!

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Frozen 2

The panel began with a return to Arendelle – starting with the 21-minute short film, Olaf’s Frozen Adventure (debuting in theaters ahead of Coco on Nov. 22). Kristen Bell, the voice of Anna, was on hand to explain that, “[Anna and Elsa] don’t actually have any holiday traditions of their own, and it breaks Olaf’s tiny, little icy heart.” The crowd aww-ed as a photo of sad Olaf appeared onscreen and Bell squealed, “I know!

D23 attendees were then treated to a silly scene of Olaf (Josh Gad) trying to decide if various Christmas traditions are “special enough,” before Gad made a surprise appearance to live-debut one of the four new songs called, I believe, “That Time of Year.”

As for Frozen 2, we still don’t know the title – though, it’s not Disney’s Thawed – but instead, saw home video of directors Chris Buck and Jennifer Lee’s research trip to Norway, Iceland and Finland. These “adventures,” we were told, will inspire the sequel, which hits theaters on Nov. 27, 2019.

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Ralph Breaks the Internet: Wreck-It Ralph 2

In Wreck-It Ralph 2 – the full title is quite a mouthful – the arcade is connected to “wee fee” (that’d be WiF) and, as Princess Vanellope herself, Sarah Silverman, revealed, “Vanellope’s game, Sugar Rush, breaks and she has to travel with Ralph into the Internet to find a part to fix the game.” There, they will meet new characters like Yesss (played by Taraji P. Henson), the shape-shifting algorithm of a trend-making website called Buzzaholic.

In the most synergistic but uproarious clip, Yesss gives Ralph and Vanellope a VIP tour of the Internet that culminates in a visit to OhMyDisney.com, where Star Wars, Marvel, and classic Disney characters roam. Vanellope sneaks off to mess with the Disney princesses, which does not go well. (Cinderella breaks her glass slipper into a shank.) It only gets better and more meta from there, i.e. the princesses declare that none of them have daddy issues!

As a special surprise for D23, each princess’ original voice actor was on hand to announce they will reprise their role in the movie – from Arielle and Belle to Merida and Tiana, Anna, Moana and more! Ralph Breaks the Internet arrives in theaters on Nov. 21, 2018.

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The Incredibles 2

“It’s like, Balenciaga, Louis Vuitton and Edna,” so said a supremely amusing featurette that intro’d The Incredibles 2 portion, which featured the likes of Zac Posen, Heidi Klum, Kendall Jenner and Rachel Zoe, among other models and fashion experts, discussing the “visionary” and “iconic” Edna.

Writer, director and the voice of Edna, Brad Bird, took the stage to show off new and quite improved test footage of the entire family back in action. The sequel (out June 15, 2018) reunites nearly the entire original cast and also features a brand spankin’ new superhero lair and a “greatly expanded” world with superheroes whose powers might just rival the Incredibles family.

“You’ll see a lot of Elastigirl. A chain of events puts her at the forefront of the action, while Bob has to stay home,” Bird explained of Mr. Incredible’s own challenge: “He still doesn’t know that Jack Jack has these powers.” A work-in-progress clip had Jack defending the home from a raccoon he mistakes as a burglar, resulting in an outrageous backyard brawl.

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Toy Story 4

There wasn’t much to share about Toy Story 4 – the movie’s official title – as the fourquel doesn’t hit theaters until summer 2019. But Lasseter announced that he will not direct it, officially passing the reigns to Josh Cooley (the Oscar-nominated writer of Inside Out), though the animation legend will stay on as an executive producer and mentor.

Cooley brought along a video tour of the Toy Story offices, which yielded little information regarding the film’s plot – except a hint that it may or may not involve an RV trip? (During D23 2013, it was revealed that the story would be a love story for Woody and Bo Peep.) But we do know the aliens are back, as the montage included the first line of dialogue recorded for Toy Story 4: the alien’s signature, “Oooo.

Untitled Pixar Suburban Fantasy World Film

One of two untitled projects teased during the panel – the other from DisneyToon Studios may be a Planes sequel, about jets that can travel into space. This movie comes courtesy of Monsters University director Dan Scanlon and takes place in, yes, a suburban fantasy world.

“This film takes place in a fantasy world; however, it is a modern fantasy world,” explained Scanlon. Long ago, there was magic, but because it was complicated to learn, eventually the citizens invented machines that could do magic for them, like light bulbs, cars and fast food. (One chain is called “To-N-Fro Burger.”) There are no humans in this fantasy world, but the land is populated by elves, trolls and sprites – “Anything that would be on the side of a van in the '70s,” Scanlon joked – and where unicorns are rat-like pests.

The actual story follows two teenage brother whose father died when they were too young to remember him, so they set out on an adventure to somehow find a way to spend one last magical day with him.

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Coco

As Coco hits theaters this Thanksgiving, there wasn’t much news to break about Pixar’s Día de los Muertos movie, which Lasseter called “breathtaking” and “incredibly emotional.” It’s set in Mexico and follows 12-year-old Miguel, who learns he is the great, great grandson of the most famous musician in all of Mexico, Ernesto de la Cruz (voiced by Benjamin Bratt).

Miguel’s family has banned music for many generations so, in one clip previewed for Hall D23, Miguel tries to sign up for the town’s talent show but isn’t able to without a guitar – which leads him to break into Ernesto’s tomb and steal his legendary guitar, setting off a series of supernatural events that transpots him to the land of the dead. Another clip took place in the Department of Family Reunions, packed with skeletons and talk of curses and the adorable scoundrel of a dog, Dante.

Mostly, the Coco portion provided a grand finale to the panel, a live mariachi performance by Miguel himself, actor Anthony Gonzalez, and Bratt, complete with a spectacular shower of confetti.

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“It’s unpatriotic,” Mycroft mused one day.

“I doubt very much the Queen cares about my dating habits.”

“Oh, brother mine, you have no idea how much every little move you make impacts our country.”

“As much as I’d love to continue this conversation, Y/N’s plane just landed.”

“Sherlock,”

“Goodbye, Mycroft.”

John looked over at his friend. “Your brother really doesn’t like you dating her, does he?”

“He doesn’t like anything I do.”

“You’re not just dating her because it makes him mad, are you?”

Sherlock scoffed. “As much as you think I don’t care about people’s emotions, I do understand that I can’t use everyone as a pawn.”

“So you admit you use some people like that?”

Sherlock said nothing, simply stepped toward the terminal. A trickle of people headed toward him, soon turning into a flood. John and Sherlock waited and waited until finally, you rounded the corner. You beamed up at Sherlock, dropping your shoulder bag on the floor before reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

John was surprised to see Sherlock wrap his arms around you, but was more surprised when you wrapped your arms around him after pulling away from Sherlock.

“I told you you didn’t have to come to the airport,” you said, turning to grab your shoulder bag and finding Sherlock had already picked it up, slinging it casually over his shoulder.

“Nonsense,” Sherlock said. “I wouldn’t want you taking a cab alone this late at night. London cabbies can be… dangerous. And they tend to take advantage of foreigners.”

You laughed, slipping your hand into Sherlock’s as you made your way to the baggage carousel. “Well, you may think London cabbies are bad, but you’ve never met a New York cabbie.”

“Starting this already?” Sherlock asked. “Mycroft’s not even here.”

“Sorry, what?” John asked.

“Sherlock likes for me to mess with his brother,” you said with a smile. “The more American pride I can flaunt, the better.”

‘Of course,’ John thought.

“Oh, that reminds me.” You unzipped the outer pocket of the bag on Sherlock’s shoulder, never missing a stride. You pulled out a small round pin, handing it to Sherlock. “I brought you a present.”

Sherlock smiled and pinned the gift to his jacket. John saw that it was an American flag, the stars and stripes standing out against the black fabric.

“I have one for you, too, John, if you’d like it.”

“Sure,” John said, gratefully accepting the pin. “Mycroft can be a right tool sometimes.”

“You’ve never been more right,” Sherlock said.

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Over the next few days, you proved to really be able to bring the heat. The show of American pride and boasting was tremendous, irritating Mycroft to no end. He kept his calm, but Sherlock could see he was cracking.

“You do raise some good points,” Mycroft finally said one day, standing to leave Sherlock’s flat. “But I feel I must point out one thing to you, Y/N.”

“What’s that?”

“It was your country that elected Donald Trump. He’s your responsibility.”

Your lip twitched. “I didn’t vote for him.”

“And I’m not the Queen. But we both represent our country and its leader.”

You watched Mycroft leave the flat, a silence falling over you.

“Don’t listen to him, Y/N,” Sherlock said. “When he’s not stuffing his mouth with cake, he’s blathering like an idiot.”

You nodded, still staring at the door. “What does it take to become a citizen of the UK?”