“And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loved / Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above” Pompeii, Bastille
More dances from @wittyy-name and @wolfpainters fic Shut Up and Dance With Me! And right after their update, I’m so excited. I was finishing the colors for Anaconda!Keith while I was on the stream with them (which was a blast I’m so excited that I got the courage up to join them).
The videos for the dances are here, for Pompeii, and here, for Anaconda. Seriously, watch them they’re amazing!!! Pidge and Hunk are coming up next, along with Pidge and Lance dancing to Shakira! (I’m seriously having a blast can you tell?)
As promised bonus Keith dancing to Anaconda under the cut because I am nothing if not self indulgent:
Okay, so I just binge read all thirteen chapters of Adventures of Supergirl, a comic series based on the CBS (now CW) show. And now I’m going to list little facts (semi-canon facts) for all you fan authors and artists for your shit. So here you go:
Kara lives in Hammersmith Tower, apartment 4-A.
Kara had a bully on earth during high school called Belinda-the-bully, who seemed to always beat Kara at Street Combat Six using a surprise uppercut TKO.
Also there were no video games on Krypton.
Kara has one hell of an uppercut thanks to Belinda-the-bully.
Kara has to calculate everything during a rescue. Air resistance, negative acceleration, matching the object’s speed. Like everything. Or else whiplash could kill victims or she’ll make a cater after every landing or things would crash against her as she catches them. Our girl knows how to multitask like a boss.
Kara does her calculations in Sulls, a weight measurement on Krypton. She problems converting these to pounds.
Alex is approximately 31 Sulls.
Kara isn’t that great with Earth’s physics. The Rokyn Society’s Gravitistics doesn’t line up with Newton’s laws all too well. She apparently tried to tell that to her ninth grade teacher while English wasn’t her first language.
Krypton didn’t believe in resolving conflict by physical violence. They first exhausted communication, every diplomatic option before disagreements got out of hand. So, that explains a lot about Kara’s temperament and hesitance to start a fight.
Kara talks to Clark a lot about people finding out about her identity and how it would affect the people she cares for.
Winn has a badass hijab-and-leather-jacket-wearing hacker friend named Rabiah Zinoman, who can go up against an alien who is practically a computer himself.
Did I mention her screen name is RazzleDazzle130?
Edit: She also explicitly mentions she does not date, which is typical of a devote Muslim, of course, this doesn’t apply to everyone (props for writers here?)
Speaking of screen names, Winn has several: Supergirl_In_Action252, Mufungo, and Dollm8ker (the latter being a throwback to his comic book roots).
… James apparently got turned into a turtle once? (I need a fic now!)
Kara had a college roommate named Donna, who was in love with Silence of the Lambs and would watch it every few weeks. After capturing and interrogating Fort Rozz criminals, Kara doesn’t like it that much anymore.
Kara’s father used to say, “Not my cup of Thoni tea.”
Kara learned how to control her dreams from the decades in the phantom zone. She dreamt of Kypton mostly. She used a Kryptonian dreaming technique called Tarukor for the control. She’s also so proficient in it that she went toe-to-toe with an alien known for manipulating/creating dreams.
Alex promptly calls Kara a dream warrior.
Kara, after dreaming/sleeping for decades, didn’t sleep much on earth the years following her landing. Now she mostly does it out of habit and normalcy.
Alex and Kara saw My Chemical Romance in concert. Seriously just imagine scene teens Kara and Alex though.
Kara had a weird dream about Oscar Isaac once.
Cat milks stuff for days after a Supergirl fight.
Kryptonians used sunstones as pictures. Like multi-faceted rocks with pictures on them.
Kara is very proficient in hand-to-hand combat (since she learned of the DEO), despite not learning it on Krypton. Without her powers, Kara can still kick your ass if she wanted to. She also really likes uppercuts.
Clark loves mysteries, grew up reading them and they are half the reason he became a reporter, wanting to uncover the secrets in people. They infuriate Kara, though, she just wants the world to be straightforward.
Alex doesn’t know Kryptonese.
Alex had a med school boyfriend that used to write poems about them together like “And so we fight, tooth and claw, with our backs to the wall.” That may have been the reason they broke up.
Cat apparently partied with cast of Hamilton.
Cat had lunch with Gwendoline Christie.
Hand of Krypton was its justice system’s greatest honor and heaviest responsibility. They were in service to Krypton’s future.
Kara went to Stanhope College.
College actually challenged Kara in academics her first year. Yes, Supergirl was brought low by Professor Haley’s Oceanography pop quizzes.
Kara did a huge research paper on doxing in college.
By her own admission, Kara graduated ‘top-ish’ of her class (knowing her though I headcanon that she was at least top ten).
Kara curses a lot more in Kryptonese than in English. Like a lot.
Kara learned (passable) English in a day. Our girl is a fast learner (do as you please with that information).
Midvale is in California, on the beach.
Kara can fly to about 40,000 feet before she’ll be at risk of being in space.
The DEO has at least one agent that wears hijab.
Clark says, “Truth, justice, and the American way,” Kara on the other hand would say, “Hope, help and compassion for all.”
But seriously guys, go read them. The art, dialogue, and narration is colorful and amazing.They’re really fun and since we’re in hiatus they’re good fillers before Season Two starts. They’re about 99 cents apiece and there’s only thirteen chapters.
Niall Horan was what one would call a cocky asshole. A loud, brash, outspoken and unapologetic cocky asshole who could either make your life a living hell or, in my case, give you the best summer of your life.
The first time I saw him was at Camp Counselor arrival day, about three days before the four week camp actually began. Being as this was my first time ever being a camp counselor, I really had no idea what to expect, but I eagerly unloaded my bags and puffed the fallen hair out of my face. I could see a crowd of people gathered over by a huge flagpole and I struggled a bit as I lugged my belongings over to join the big group of counselors. Everyone else had already arrived it seemed, the camp director shouting out a few instructions from his stance at the front, and I stopped at the very back of the group, dropping my bags at my feet with a sigh. My head twisted as two other people that had walked up caught my attention and I watched as they went around to the opposite side of the huddle, immediately engaging in conversation with some of the other counselors standing there.
Knitting my brows, I took a timid glance around and quickly realized that I knew not a single soul but everyone else seemed to already be friends, the thought making me gulp back a deep breath. This was going to be a long four weeks for sure.
“I can try,” Harry says quietly, and there must be something in his
voice because Hermione just looks at him, a small furrow in her brow,
her mouth opening as if she’s just realised something.
Harry,” she says, and she looks like she might cry. She touches his
cheek lightly. He gets a whiff of her rose perfume. “Don’t fall in love
with Draco Malfoy. You can’t do that to him. You know that. It’s not
fair. For either of you.”
Harry looks away. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he says after a long moment.
“I stared toward the open world, the city and the restless sea and the dry winter night.
Maybe it was some shred of courage, or recklessness, or I was so high above everything that no one save Rhys and the wind could hear, but I said, ‘I’m thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I’m thinking there’s a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet. I’m thinking … ’ The words became choked. I shook my head as if I could clear the remaining ones away. But I still spoke them. 'I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that—maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn’t work for who—what I am now.’
The words, hateful and selfish and ungrateful. For all Tamlin had done—
The thought of his name clanged through me. Only yesterday afternoon, I had been there. No—no, I wouldn’t think about it. Not yet.
Rhysand said, 'That was five. Looks like I owe you two thoughts.’ He glanced behind us. 'Later.’“
-Excerpt from ACOMAF, Sarah J Maas.
Um, enjoy? Share? A little performance reading from yours truly. Please reblog if you like it! Would this be something y'all would want me to do again?
“Of course, sir.” I-6’s sultry voice made the Captain’s ears perk with interest, and when he looked up at him, his poise crumbled magnificently.
The top button of I-6’s uniform was undone, a noticeable blush creeping up his neck to color his cheeks, obvious even against the blue tinge of the screens around them. And the look I-6 was giving him—
Because I loved these two and this scene was pretty in my head!!
The drunk reveal no one asked for and the cracker shenanigans
Okay, so look at this. It is 8000+ words. Fucking hell. All the thanks to @lunian who is the mastermind behind this gem. Let’s roll. Also, it isn’t proof read cause seriously guys, who has time to proofread 21 pages of crack. Sorry for any gramamr mistake
Marinette looked around the living room, from the music system to the table covered with bowl and bags off what could easily be all the snacks found on the French market. Marinette wasn’t especially in the mood to party, she would have rather stayed at home and finish some designs, especially after the fact that there was an akuma that morning that managed to ruin her sleeping late plans. But Alya insisted, saying there wil be amiliar faces too. And Marinette totally didn’t come because Alya promised Nino is brinign her a certain blond someone who just arrived back to Paris from one year exchange in Milano. Totally not. She was perfectly content with having a friendly conversation with Adrien after only seeing him through Skype for a year. Until he walked in the room. And Marinette finally understood just how low quality the skype camera was.
((I’m hoping as many people will see this post as possible because I feel that it’s very important.))
As I think a lot of you are aware of, for the last few years, conventions have been a place where people have felt the need to tell the actors of Supernatural (particularly Jared, Jensen and Misha) their personal stories of mental illness, suicide attempts/survival, and everything that comes along with those subjects. There have been multiple posts that I know of here on Tumblr and on other social media outlets begging people to stop treating the boys as therapists because it’s obviously a very hard subject to listen to in an environment where they are unprepared and put on the spot.
We know that the boys handle these encounters with fans graciously and kindly and that they do their best, but we also know that hearing these stories from fans have had negative effects on them. We know that Jared has, multiple times, had to excuse himself from autograph sessions to gather himself. In a fan convention setting, putting this kind of emotionally heavy subject matter on the boys isn’t right- as so many have said.
And now I’m telling you that if people don’t stop doing this to them, the boys will stop doing conventions altogether.
I’ve been in touch with the head of Creation Entertainment and though I can’t share the emails with anyone because of confidentiality reasons, I will tell you that he said himself that the actors have stated that if they continue to be treated as therapists without any control by Creation’s staff that they will no longer do conventions.
Because of this, Creation is going to be implementing rules that ruin the experience of photo ops and autographs for everyone in line who just wants the chance to say “hello” to the boys. By ignoring Creation Entertainment’s request (on their website and at the conventions) to not treat the boys as therapists and ladle heavy stories on them during a time that should be enjoyable for them, we as a fandom have potentially ruined conventions for them altogether.
If we want to keep the boys happy and healthy and enjoying the conventions like we all do, then we have to stop treating them like our personal counselors. It’s unfair to them, and to the other people in line, and it’s obviously taken enough of a toll on them for them to say something to the heads of the convention.
Please stop. There are other people and other ways to talk about your problems that are completely healthy and in environments that are safe.