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My Tumblr list of must-see movies

A list of 15 movies you must see before you die:

1. Notting Hill (1999) - Julia Roberts & Hugh Grant

2. Sleepless in Seattle (1993) - Meg Ryan & Tom Hanks

3. Sabrina (1995) - Harrison Ford, Julia Ormond, & Greg Kinnear

4. The Way Way Back (2013) - Steve Carell, Toni Colette, & Liam James

5. You’ve Got Mail (1998) - Meg Ryan & Tom Hanks

6. A Walk to Remember (2002) - Mandy Moore & Shane West

7. Kings of Summer (2013) - Nick Robinson, Moises Arias, & Gabriel Basso

8. Dead Poets Society (1989) - Robin Williams & Robert Sean Leonard

9. Breakfast Club (1985) - Molly Ringwald & Judd Nelson

10. Forrest Gump (1994) - Tom Hanks & Robin Wright

11. When Harry met Sally (1989) - Meg Ryan & Billy Crystal

12. The Blind Side (2009) - Sandra Bullock & Quinton Aaron

13. Pretty in Pink (1986) - Molly Ringwald & Jon Cryer

14. Steel Magnolias (1989) - Julia Roberts & Sally Field

15. Serendipity (2001) - John Cusack & Kate Beckinsale


The Basket furniture collection by Alain Gilles Studio

For the British Vincent Sheppard furniture company the Alain Gilles Studio created a modern interpretation of rattan furnitures. The Basket collection is an armchair and a side table. The side table is set together of a basket and a removable tablet. The rattan parts are supported by lacquered steel.

if the Concierge was about to show it to us as one of the rooms, and this episode has CANON written right there in the title, then The Case of the Time Juno Steel Rescued Every Single Orphan In Hyperion City is undeniably something that happened, in canon continuity.

Not Like This (Part 4)

Part 1: Here
Part 2: Here
Part 3: Here

Fandom:  Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU)
Pairing: Reader x Bones
Word Count: 7,263
Rating: Teen+
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Author’s Note:  I’m sorry it took me so long to write this part, but I think you’ll like it!  There WILL be another part to this story, and it’s already almost done, so I promise there won’t be such a long wait for the next one.  Enjoy!!

              Everything seems like a horrible dream.  You feel like you’re treading through the thickest mud, barely able to move forward. Your mind is full of cobwebs, making everything muffled and dull.  You moan as aches and pains come back to you in full force, sending waves of agony through your body.  Your chest in particular is throbbing, through you can feel spikes of pain coming from other areas, like your injured arm and leg.

              You slowly open your eyes, blinking sluggishly, your eyelids feeling very heavy and weighed down by your extreme fatigue.  Everything looks too bright and blurred, and you blink a few more times, trying to clear your vision.  It helps a little, but nothing really comes into proper focus, leaving you feeling dizzy and disoriented.  You realize that someone is touching you, and you can feel something warm and wet against your neck.  You feel it move away from you and eventually realize someone had a washcloth on your skin. Why?  You can’t think clearly enough to figure out an answer.  You can’t remember what’s going on, and your heartrate spikes as fear and confusion start to take over your brain.

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Maybe it’s just the podcasts I listen to, but I’ve noticed that there tends to be a pretty dramatic shift between the first and second seasons. 

Purely speculation here, but I imagine it’s one part that the hiatus between seasons is a good turning point, and a good time for creators to ponder what works and what doesn’t, and to try something different. For creative teams who are relatively new to podcasting, I imagine that by the end of the first season their skills are refined to the point that they’re more willing to push the limits of what they can do. Also the nature of the first season finale seems to often require that at least some of the premise is abandoned, because the story seems to have moved on from there.

Personally, this pleases me– there’s something really nice about creators having the freedom to adapt the story as they go without the threat of executives breathing down their necks to keep rehashing the same thing over and over again. 

WTNV had probably a more subtle shift, going from seemingly unconnected daily life in the first season to the very clearly connected Strexcorp plot in the second. Notably with that one, though, the later seasons seemed to go back to more of a middle ground between the two. 

The season one finale of Wolf 359 cemented a fairly huge tonal shift in the series, but that was furthered by the format of mission logs and all that jazz being formally abandoned early into season two. 

I saw similar in the format and plot of both Tanis and Ars Paradoxica, though I’ll leave the specifics on that one to people who have dedicated more thought and energy to those than I have. 

Archive 81 kind of takes the cake for it, to the point where it inspired this post. Listening to the first episode of the second season, I was very much “well… that is not the direction I foresaw this show going.”

All that in mind, the Concierge episode of The Penumbra Podcast seems to be an in-universe segue for the same kind of shift in format and tone. Especially considering how the series was originally intended to be a Twilight Zone-esque anthology show and eventually turned into the Adventures of Juno Steel Plus A Few Side Stories.

Choices Story Ideas

I was scrolling through my documents and found a file entitled ’Novel Ideas’. And judging by the fact that I’m barely halfway through writing my current novel, I’ll probably never get to write these.

On that note, here are some stuff I hope to see on Choices shelves in the future:

  • a superhero story where we get to choose our hero name, powers, and suit bc i absolutely loved the scarlet justice/steel dynamo side stories in hwu
  • a spy story
  • a road trip rom-com with runaway royalty, mistaken identities, and hitch-hiking across the country
  • a vampire romance story bc i really liked aiden’s storyline in hwu and i’m still not over the vampire diaries finale
  • a pirate story bc i’m a sucker for mc being forced to join a band of pirates as they journey to an uncharted land for either personal reasons or because they don’t really have a choice
  • fairytale retellings fused into one story; like, what if instead of the prince was stuck in a tower instead of rapunzel? or snow white and sleeping beauty were one in the same?
  • a hollywood u story bc hwu is ending and i’m still not ready plus the gang was name dropped in that one chris date so
  • dystopian teen fiction 
  • star wars + space pirates + space sirens
  • a time travel story
  • werewolves bc i may or may not be binging teen wolf while writing this
  • james’ play from the freshman bc it sounds really interesting

Those are all I could come up with at the moment. Feel free to add more!


Since I seem to have thrown a few people quite a loop with Alcina being a Gardevoir, here is what Alcina would have looked like if she were a Xatu. Different outfit, hair and eyes are different colors, and most importantly; she has wings.

World building tidbit: If the pokemon is a flying type and has wings, the gijinka form also will have wings.


And Thor is way older!

Natasha is not mocking Steve.


Here’s the first chapter of an Elain x Azriel series I’m working on! GIVE ME FEEDBACK! I LOVE FEEDBACK!

She found him with his back leaning against a tree. Everyone else was relaxing around the camp, enjoying a moment’s worth of rest after an agonizing defeat. Elain’s emotions were like an iceberg, deeper and deeper they dipped into an ocean of her mind. This one battle had changed everything. The pain from this day was deeper, far bigger, than anything seen on the surface.

Azriel’s eyes were closed and his head was leaning back against the tree, but she would be remiss to think he couldn’t feel her presence in front of him. His face was relaxed and closed. Just like his scarred hands, it was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful. She was a Seer after all. Not only could she see the future, but she saw the hearts of the people around her. Azriel’s heart is intricate and deep. While he is all black on the outside, his soul is clear like a diamond. Clear at first, however at different angles, different colors shine vibrantly. Just like Nesta, he felt more deeply, sharply, intensely.

“I figured you would want this back,” she said softly, unsure if she should disturb him. His eyes blinked open and he glance up at her. He looked into her outstretched hands with Truthteller balanced between them.

As if he could tell she was slightly skittish about bothering him, he nodded beside him and asked, “Would you like to sit down?”

Elain felt a smile twitch on her lip and she sank onto the ground, leaning against the same tree. She felt him next to her, shoulder to bicep and hip to hip. She avoided leaning back, careful not to touch the still-healing membrane of his wings.

Azriel reached over gently plucking the blade from her grasp while she said, “Looks like you were right about the blade. Striking true and all.”

He regarded her quietly and rasped a barely audible chuckle, “I think you deserve more credit than Truthteller, no matter how magical it may be.”

Elain smiled softly and gave him a curious look, “Why did you give it to me?”

It took so long for Azriel to answer, she thought he had fallen asleep. She jolted when she heard his deep voice spoke, “Even if the tales of this knife turn to be nothing more than legends, it has never failed me. When I was most fearful, feeling this steel by my side gave me strength. It may be a little superstitious, but I felt your fear, Elain. I wanted to give you some comfort, it was the first thing that came to my mind.”

“It did. It made me feel stronger.”

She saw his hazel eyes blaze, “You are strong, Elain. Much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

Elain felt her cheeks blush at the intensity his tone and she ducked her head, “Thank you, for seeing that I’m not crazy. For knowing what it was I needed.”

“No, Elain. Thank you,” Azriel’s voice choked and she felt his beautiful fingers gripping hers. Startled, she looked up into his eyes. Then, she knew what he was really thanking her for. For saving Cassian, his brother, when he couldn’t reach him in time. For risking her life to take out their enemy.

She gripped his hands back, “You’ve all saved me, especially you. I-I’ve come to care what happens to you all. I’ll do whatever it takes. You all are my family now.”

He gave her the gentlest smile she’d ever witnessed from another person, “Welcome to the fold, Elain.”

She beamed at his face, “El. You can just call me, El.”

His lips twitched, “Then you can call me, Az.”

They both fell into a soothing silence. Only the sound of crackling bonfires and murmuring voices reached them from the camp. Sitting there with Azriel, Elain’s pain didn’t fade but its sharp edges dulled.


Vektor RK4

South African licensed variant of the Israeli Galil, the RK4 is chambered in 5.56x45mm. It can be difficult to differentiate the RK4 from the Galil because the changes to the design are very subtle. The biggest tell tale sign would be the stock; the RK4 uses a polymer instead steel side folding stock, with a longer length of pull. There have been a few RK4 parts kits brought into the U.S, which can be assembled on a Galil receiver. (GRH)

ohio gothic
  • there is a church on every street corner for miles. they promise absolution and salvation. no one ever goes in, and no one ever comes out.
  • you get in your car and drive. you will run across a town you have never seen before just as the dashboard clock ticks over to Too Late. the people there will look at you as if you are a freak of nature. you will keep driving. you will never see that town again.
  • along the cracking highway are nothing but empty fields. a sign amidst dead grass and melting snow tells you HELL IS REAL. it offers no solace, no solution, no way out. it simply tells you what you already know.
  • the cities have names that strangers can never pronounce, but that you were born with on your lips. they are more than letters–they are unpronounceable symbols in some ancient tongue. they fill you with melancholy, and with yearning. 
  • there is a river that still stinks of ash and soot. the sun sets across it like blood spilling across the floor, and you can imagine that it is still burning.
  • the steel mills have been closed since before you were born. keep telling yourself that when you walk by them and hear the clanging of ancient machinery and feel your scalp tingle with unseen eyes. you will dream about white hot sparks and wake up with black grease staining your hands. the steel mills have been closed since before you were born.
  • it’s round on the ends, and full of an aching sense of desperation and loss in the middle.
  • the sidewalks are crumbling, and the buildings are nothing more than decaying ribs poking out corrugated steel sides. the clock on that building has shown the same time since before your mother was born. you cut yourself and you bleed, rust red.
  • we have no accent here. we have every accent here. every word is tinged with a trace of something that you can almost place. you ask us about it and we just smile. we have no accent here.

Examine for a moment an ordinary mind on an ordinary day. The mind receives a myriad of impressions – trivial, fantastic, evanescent, or engraved with the sharpness of steel. From all sides they come, an incessant shower of innumerable atoms; and as they fall, as they shape themselves into the life of Monday or Tuesday, the accent falls differently from of old, the moment of importance came not here but there; […]

- Virginia Woolf, Modern Fiction.