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AS OF TODAY, JANUARY 21, 2017, THERE ARE 111 DAYS UNTIL I GET TO GO SEE MY QUEEN, MY IDOL, AND MY EVERYTHING TAYLOR SWIFT IN LEVI’S STADIUM ON SATURDAY, MAY 12, 2018 IN SECTION 204, ROW 12, SEAT 7 ON HER REPUTATION WORLD TOUR. THIS WILL BE MY FIRST EVER CONCERT AND I WILL FINALLY GET TO SEE THE GODDESS TAYLOR FREAKING SWIFT RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wristwatch6minslow  asked:

top five Amanda thoughts/headcannons

I whipped out the laptop for this, that’s how seriously I take amanda grayson

  1. okay obviously gotta start with jewish amanda. (I’ve heard tell that there’s stuff in the books/movies that makes this canon, not headcanon? but I’ve also not actually seen the evidence with mine own two eyes though, so I’m leery of taking that too seriously and giving the franchise credit for something it didn’t actually do)
  2. she wears contacts! I like to think that vulcans generally don’t have eyesight problems (and those that do typically opt for a lasik surgery) so the first time she takes them out in front of sarek he’s Vulcan Freaked™ (deceptively calmly asking her what she’s doing, looking even more straight-backed than normal, eyeing her contact solution with distrust) and she laughs her ass off
    1. sub-headcanon: they argue about glasses vs. lasik vs. contacts every night as she goes through her routine, and amanda wins every time. glasses get dirty and can be broken and ruin the lines of my beautiful face- (impossible) (do all vulcans sweet talk as well as you)- and surgery isn’t always effective, not to mention there are risks involved, no matter how small
  3. queen of innuendo. a delight at stuffy cocktail parties, especially if you’re the only handful of humans in the room and none of the vulcans have the societal context to understand she just disparaged an ex-boyfriend’s capabilities in bed
  4. I’ve heard a lot of ideas about what she does for a living (and I love basically all of them), but PERSONALLY I like to imagine she’s got a masters in philosophy. y’all,,, it’s perfect? she knows how to structure an argument and pick apart other people’s–philosophy at its core is just logic. I was briefly a philosophy minor (and will still take as many classes as I can squish into my schedule), and I literally took a class on the language of logic and argument structures. I think this helps explain how she so gracefully handles sarek and spock, and also keeps her humanity beautifully, wonderfully core to her day to day life. I mean, philosophers are the ancestors to modern day scientists, but they’ve also got this oh-so-human predilection for wonder, creativity, and downright pettiness
    1. one guy did a study on blindsight that contradicted the AIR theory of consciousness, and every time the guy responsible for the theory came up with a reason why the study wasn’t actually disproving anything, he’d design a whole new study taking that complaint into account
      1. get fucked prinz
  5. she ruffles spock’s hair every goddamn chance she gets because she hates that godawful bowlcut
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Anon asked: Favorite Minor Character from Dragon Age - Queen Anora

↳  “I am the daughter of Ferelden’s greatest general. Who do you think truly ruled this nation for the last five years? Cailan? I am what this country needs, not an untrained king who does not even want the throne.“

GREATEST SHOWMAN SPOILERS

Alright, so this movie had me feeling all sorts of things. I’m listening to the soundtrack right now, and I’m still in awe. Let’s go through each of these songs:

1. The Greatest Show: I GOT CHILLS OKAY?? The beginning with just the stomping, and Hugh beginning super quiet was incredible, and I love how the movie closes with it also as Phillip takes over. Keeping Phineas in the shadows until the first chorus was genius, and I loved how they had the song transfer to a young Phineas looking at the same coat and top hat he was wearing in the very beginning. 

2. A Million Dreams: SO CUTE AND SWEET- Little Phineas and Charity was adorable, and I swear the entire theater gasped when Charity’s father hit Phineas. Also the whole foreshadowing with the house when they go into it was really cute. How it transfers to Phineas and Charity eloping, and their BREATHTAKING dance on the rooftop gave me goosebumps.

3. A Million Dreams (Reprise): THE LITTLE GIRLS ARE SO CUTE THAT’S IT AND THEIR VOICES ARE BEAUTIFUL

4. Come Alive: Phineas encouraging all the performers to embrace themselves and who they are for their show. It’s a hype song, and just gets better and better. Watching all the performers grow in confidence and excitement is so much fun to see. Keala Settle is officially the love of my life. Also, Phineas putting a crown on his hat that said “Prince of Humbug” was really adorable.

5. The Other Side: I LOVE HUGH AND ZAC SO MUCH- The bartender deserves all the awards, though. Anyway, the beat is fun and upbeat, and the dancing is amazing. Their debate about percentage is awesome to watch, and the end of the song where they’re trading off shots and lines is so cool. But the best part is the very end when Phillip sees Anne for the first time. 

6. Never Enough: Okay, so Jenny was really good, but I knew something was going to happen as soon as her and Phineas met. The song was beautiful, and you could definitely tell by Phineas and Charity’s reactions that it was about him. The part that had me choked up was when Phillip and Anne are holding hands, Phillip’s dad looks at him, and Phillip lets go. It’s so powerful and heartbreaking.

7. This is Me: ALSO KNOWN AS MY QUEEN KEALA SLAYING EVERYTHING AT ONCE. First off, when she starts singing in the back, then enters the room with everyone and Charles takes her hand, and they start singing together is so beautiful, and then they confront the protesters and keep singing. They’re all so powerful together, and the death glare that Anne gives Phillip while she’s singing is incredible. This is personally my favorite song of the entire movie.

8.  Rewrite the Stars: Alright, so I know that there are some people who have begun to make this about their OTP (r*ylo), but what this song is really about is the racial separation that Anne and Phillip face. It’s a beautiful song, and the choreography is stunning. My favorite part was when Phillip was hanging off the balcony, and Anne is swinging around, then he jumps onto the rope with her. It’s a gorgeous song, and I think Zendaya and Zac portrayed their characters perfectly.

BONUS- Rewrite the Stars (Kinda-Reprise): I was crying. Seeing Anne sitting on Phillip’s bed, so sad and desperate, was powerful. The way that her voice broke while she was singing to him was beautiful and heart-wrenching. I loved how she looked at him while she was singing. 

9. Tightrope: PHINEAS TAYLOR BARNUM YOU DO NOT DESERVE CHARITY- That woman is so strong and beautiful, and the song was incredible. The reaction the daughters have to Phineas leaving is similar to young Phineas’ reaction to Charity leaving for boarding school. Charity is an amazing woman for taking care of her daughters while her husband is off with Jenny. 

10. Never Enough (Reprise): Jenny’s goodbye to Phineas. It was done extremely well, but I saw the kiss coming from a mile away. I preferred the first version. 

11. From Now On: SOOOOOO GOOD- Phineas remembering who he did the circus for, and his pure happiness in this scene made me cry, and the choreography was so well done. I loved how each of the characters kind of had their own style. Phineas running back home was adorable, with his legs kicking up really high, and the reaction of his daughters when they saw him (I still kinda wish Phineas had decked his father-in-law, but…). The final part of the song where it was only the trio singing was hauntingly beautiful. 

12. The Greatest Show (Reprise+Finale): The movie coming full circle was amazing, and, as I said above, I loved how Phineas gave Phillip the hat as he went to his daughter’s ballet recital, showing how (even though it’s cheesy as heck) his family is the greatest show to him. Zendaya voguing was the best thing that happened, and I loved how she and Zac had a specific harmony above everything else going on. The end of the song was so sweet as they kissed, and I still can’t get over it. 

In conclusion, this is my new favorite movie and there needs to be a stage production ASAP with Keala as Lettie PLEASE

If you haven’t seen The Greatest Showman, you need to. 

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk

Huntress in the Snow

What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.

 

Rhysand rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.

He rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex, dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.

He doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him, her fingers pulling his hair.

Spring Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one, too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays, and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.

He’s doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His brothers. His court.

Court of Dreams. It’s like a bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.  

He probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.

Life is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.

With the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know. Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s trying- perhaps he’s fighting.

Perhaps he’s not.

Rhysand doesn’t care.

He also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her, watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him. He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams- only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her afterwards.

All the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll be walking through the streets of Velaris.

That’s the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give up.

He looks around.

He’s in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of peace- he takes what he gets.

Just a few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.

Feyre is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and paint a little.

So far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was on accident. The snarls are what works better.

Nesta turned fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their room.

Elain and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she brings food home.

Feyre makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall- dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares sometimes.

But today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and closer to the buzzing, invisible thing that separates their human world from the fae.

When she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich merchant, lost in the woods.

Perhaps she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment he looks up and meets her eyes.

It knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.

This is it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?

The man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”

Feyre tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer. As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.

“Go”, he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into the forest at all. Stay at home.”

And she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…

“I have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”

“No, you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”

“You don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”

The man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes. “What?”

“My father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them.”

The man stares at her.

“Are you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.

He shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”

“What are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”

The man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little freedom today.”

“Are you a hunter, too?”

He closes his eyes. “I suppose.”

“Then you’re a little bit like me.”

“Well.” He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”

Feyre doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the man has a family. That he’s not alone.

“That’s good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by yourself.”

He nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”

Feyre steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad, she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She wants him smiling.

“Here.” The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are quite literally tied.”

“Is this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”

The fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”

Feyre picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”

“Rhys”, he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“That family you told me about?”

“Yes”, Rhys says softly. “My family.”

Feyre smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”

He still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you go- one thing.”

And suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.

“It’ll be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”

Some white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself alone in the woods.

What just happened? Why is she here?

Oh, yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy and handed her the basket-

What on earth is she doing so close to the wall?

Feyre turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just because of the gift…but because of something else.

And maybe she can get through all of this.

Maybe she’ll find a way out of this someday.  

Rhys has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on himself and forces himself to forget about that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.

Because for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.  

It makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-

Rhys finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.

Why is he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.

There’s a weird feeling of goodness in the back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for everything.

He feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.

I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them, whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-

A girl-

He can’t remember. But that feeling lingers.

That night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this feels after a kill, all he can think is the clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end you.

When she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins. Suddenly, he wants to fight.

That night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.

A few years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of that same hand again.

Only this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.

And something inside Rhysand whispers, soon.

Soon.

Soon.

SEASON FOUR FUCKED ME UP AND HERE'S WHY

- Ummm? Kalteneker is suddenly back? I’m here for this.

- FARMER LANCE YA’LL

- MATT FUCKIN HOLT AMIRIGHT

- Pidge's breakdown scene in the graveyard had me clutching a pillow and crying uncontrolably

- the nickname ‘Pidge’ comes from Matt AWW

- HOLT SIBLINGS YESSSSS

- alright enough with the Holt’s. SHE GAVE HIM A TOUR OF THE CASTLE AND HONESTLY??? YES.

- WHERE THE FUCK IS KEITH

- Loverboy Lance is my aesthetic

- Pidge is too cute i can’t

- I’M GAY FOR ACXA

- AND EZOR

- THEY’RE GAY FOR EACH OTHER TOO GODDAMN IT

- VOLTRON ON ICE FOR FUCKS SAKE

- Coran needs to be stopped

- i love him though

- ALLURA IS KEITH

- So Shiro can pilot black? I still think hes a clone tbh.

- WHERE WAS THE KLANCE

- Allura is my queen

- WHY? DOES? EVERYTHING? HAPPEN? SO? FAST? PLEASE? SLOW? DOWN?

- Um hi yes can i please get some HUNK GARRET APPRECIATION?

- KEITH WITH HIS LITTLE HOOD AND HIS FLOOFY HAIR HE’S SO CUTE

- Yo im claustrophobic and shit so that scene in the last episode where voltrons stuck and they cant move and THERES LITERALLY A BOMB GOING TO GO OFF is my actual nightmare i was SHOOK

- “Hello! Lotor here!”

- Zuko vibes