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Logan (2017) Review

No actor has had a longer career playing a comic book character than Hugh Jackman as Wolverine. He debuted in the first X-Men movie back in 2000 and played the character for 17 years. Along the way, the movies he starred in were hit or miss, but he always did justice to the character. However, the last movie, Logan, is nothing less of a masterpiece.

I’m almost sad it took so long to make a great film about this character. The X-Men Origins thing was atrocious, The Wolverine was a slight improvement but had big problems in the third act and now Logan is really good. This is the best movie so far that truly defines who this character is. James Mangold, the director, created this amazing western tone for the film that works excellent with the character.

Also, being rated R, the action scenes are truly wonderful. We finally get to see Wolverine chop people up with those claws in a very brutal manner. This is no CGI-fest, it’s down to earth and gritty. Legs and arms are flying around, and heads are decapitated. And we finally get to see that berserker rage of his that was promised to us years ago. This is just a testament that Hugh Jackam and Mangold really understand and respect both the character and the fans. I have feeling there was little studio interference with this one.

The movie also introduces new characters like Laura a.k.a. X-23, a fan favorite. Dafne Keen does a really good job considering what kind of violent stuff goes down in this movie and she is truly a revelation. We are talking about an 11-year-old girl who is extremely violent yet sensible, and it really works. Boyd Holbrook plays the really charismatic villain Donald Pierce, a reaver who works for the company who wants Laura. Stephen Merchant also brings a great addition to the movie as the mutant Caliban, who helps out Logan with Xavier. Also, one of the most underrated actors out there, Richard E. Grant, is in this movie in another villain role, and even though he does a great job, I felt he was a little wasted.

But the true chemistry that stands out in this one is the one between Logan and Professor Xavier. The father-son relationship is explored on so many layers and brings lots of emotion and heartbreak. Xavier is now old and sick, has some sort of dementia and Logan does all he can to take care of him. More backstory of what happened will be explored in the film but I won’t give too much away here. It’s really something you have to see.

Logan is one of the best superhero movies out there, mainly because it’s not a superhero movie! It’s just a character’s journey done in a gritty, real manner. Logan is basically Unforgiven with a mutant twist, and, even though it has some very tiny problems, it’s a truly amazing experience and it deserves a 9 out of 10. Go see this one!


Blog 4/3/17 - The Painted Hills

This past weekend was a much-needed break. There are a lot of big changes happening in my life right now, and it felt really good to get out for a few days to clear my head and prepare for the next few weeks. 

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The Other Woman (Part 7)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, A tiny hint of Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2695

Summary: You’ve always been a good girl. You did as you were told. But how did you end up as the other woman?

A/N: 2 chapters in a week? Unbelievable! Hooooooo boy. I can’t believe how much love this series is receiving.As always, thank you for your patience and your feedbacks are always loved. 


Megan Padalecki was not at all how you would have pictured Jared’s little sister. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it wasn’t what came bursting forth your front door. Charlie was immediately up from her seat on the sofa situated in front of the fireplace. She had been reading but the sudden intrusion into your house was enough to have her flying across the room.

“You ought to check if your front door is locked next time,” Charlie muttered under her breath.

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anonymous asked:

hello dear! i'd just like to say first off, i love your imagines so much, they're extremely well-written and lovely, and i'm super jealous of how amazing of a writer you are!! i was just wondering if you could write this imagine (since i'm already getting excited about autumn haha) where it's october and josh and the reader go out to the pumpkin patch and pick some out, then go back home and carve them and have some hot chocolate and cuddles? thanks so so much!! <3

thank you so much for the kind words, this was a super cute prompt, i hope i did it some justice!! 


““For the sake of this relationship, please tell me that you’re kidding,” Josh jokes playfully.

“I swear,” you reiterate for what felt like the tenth time in the last minute, “that I’ve never carved a pumpkin before.”

“Who even are you?” he scoffs, shaking his head.  “Pumpkin carving is like, the epitome of fall.  How do you have a Halloween without it?”

“I’m not from here!  My family wasn’t big on Halloween growing up, and autumn wasn’t really even a season—” you said, trying to defend yourself.  But Josh had already insisted on changing your course of action for the day.  Instead of dinner and a movie, like originally planned, you were on your way to a farm he knew of with a pumpkin patch.  

“That better change.  Halloween’s the best.”

“I’ll tell you what,” you say, scooting your body upright in the passenger seat to face Josh, “I will go along with whatever Halloween activities you plan, and if you make them actually fun for me, I’ll consider appreciating the holiday a little more.”

Josh reaches across the center console and takes your hand in his.  He intertwines your fingers together before bringing the back of your hand to his lips, planting a soft kiss to the skin there.  

“Deal,” he says smugly.  

The cool autumn air blows right through your thin jacket, causing you to shiver slightly after you’ve gotten out of the car.  Josh notices you crossing your arms over your body, and helps by wrapping his arm around your shoulders, his warm body acting as a space heater for yours.  You weren’t used to the cold yet, and you had a feeling it was going to take a while for your body to adjust.

You smiled as Josh led the way through the orchard.  Blinding yellow flames lit the hillsides around you two. There were apple trees standing like a fleet straight ahead, red blooms in rows by the tens, maybe twenties.

Josh took a sharp left past a barn, where people were paying for their bags of apples and cups of hot chocolate and plates of pie.  Just past the old building was a pumpkin patch, surrounded by wild trees on three sides.  You couldn’t help but marvel at the autumn trees around you, especially as you got closer.  Stands of them along the verge looked like carnival clowns holding giant bunches of yellow, orange, red and green balloons.

“It’s so beautiful out here,” you vocalize, quietly, almost to yourself.  

“Fall’s my absolute favorite season,” Josh smiles, taking a deep breathe of the crisp air.  

You browse the selection of pumpkins, not like the competition was that rampant, especially after you laid eyes on the “prize pumpkin” as you continued to call it throughout the day.  It was huge, double the size of a basketball.  And since you found it, you insisted on carrying it back, despite it’s bulk and weight.  

“I got it,” you snapped, as Josh tried to scoop it out of your shaking arms.  He was already holding his own pumpkin, one about half as big as yours.  

“Okay, okay, whatever you say,” he laughs, shaking his head.  

You proudly, and awkwardly, shuffled your way to the barn, where you’re able to weigh your pumpkins, pay, then make your way to the car.  You’re grateful Josh didn’t park that far.  

You’re buckled into the front seat of the car before you realize Josh wasn’t right behind you.  Instead, you see him balancing his pumpkin and two styrofoam cups in his hands.  You watch, confused through the windshield.  

“Here,” he says, handing you one of the cups gently.  

“What is it?” you ask.


“I’ve never had this before…”

“Just shut up and try it,” he insists.  

And so you do.  

The warm liquid trickles down your throat, sweet and calming.  “It’s so good,” you admit, as you cradle the warm cup between your fingers.  

Josh starts the car then smiles smugly, “I knew you’d like it.”

“So first,” Josh instructs once there’s a fine layer of newspaper laid out on the back deck, “you have to get all the gut stuff out.”

“Gut stuff?” you cringe as he hands you a knife and spoon.  

“Yeah, watch—“  Josh cuts a circle into the top of his pumpkin around the stem and lifts an abnormal amount of goo out with it.  

You follow suit, doing exactly what Josh does.  

You’re amazed by how much goo you pull out of your pumpkin, but once you’re scraping the last bit out from the bottom, you can’t help but smile at your accomplishment.  

“We can carve now?” you ask eagerly.  

“Knock ‘em dead,” Josh encourages.  

With your tongue sticking out and your face twisted in concentration, you barely speak to Josh the entire time you’re carving the face of your pumpkin.  You try to make smooth strokes with the knife, rather than have jagged edges.  

Josh finishes before you, due to the fact that his pumpkin was much, much smaller.  

“I’ll be right back,” he says, before standing up and walking inside.

You hear him moving around, but barely let your attention waiver from the prize pumpkin in front of you.  

At long last you do finish.  You finally put your tongue back in your mouth and smile widely at the masterpiece before you.  It’s a standard face, your creativity wasn’t too wild this time around, but for your first carved pumpkin, you’d say it was a success.  

“Hey baby!” you call, “You gotta come check this little guy out!”

But Josh doesn’t answer.

“Babe?” you call again, this time twisting to look inside.  

When he fails to respond again, you gently set down your pumpkin, before wiping your sticky hands on the towel already laid out.  As you stand, you realize your foot’s partially asleep, you wonder how long you’ve been sitting in that position.

“Josh?” you call again, once inside the house.  

“I’m in the kitchen!” he calls.  

Josh is in the midst of pulling a pan out of the oven when you see him.

“What’re you doing?” you ask casually, setting the dirty towel on the counter.  

“Just baked some seeds!” he says proudly, showing you the pan.  

You narrow your eyes in on the white seeds on the tray.  


“Pumpkin seeds!  I separated them out from your goo, so we could eat them.  I promise they’re good.”

“Okay…” you say skeptically, “if you say so—  But, Josh… my pumpkin came out so good!”

Josh dumps the seeds into a small bowl, before gathering two mugs of hot cocoa he’d also brewed while you were busy outside.  “Yeah?” he says eagerly.

“So good!” you practically shriek.

“Wait til we light it up tonight,” he smiles back.  

You follow him into the living room and Josh sets down the mugs on a couple of coasters.  

“Alright, so these seeds—“ you drawl, “I just eat the whole thing?”

“The whole thing.”

You plop one in your mouth, very pleased by the saltiness of them.  You find yourself grabbing another handful…

“So let me guess,” he prods, “you’re not big on Halloween movies either?”

You shake your head and right on cue, Josh pulls up some Tim Burton film he insists is his favorite.  The worst part is, you can’t even argue.  Because he’s been right about everything so far today.  

Josh presses play before falling back into he couch with you, tugging gently on the blanket urging for you to share.  You oblige, curling yourself into his side and resting your head on his shoulder.  

“Okay Josh,” you say after taking a small sip of your hot chocolate.  “I think you might already have me swayed on this Halloween thing—“

Josh squeezes you slightly, pulling you even closer into him.  He smiles smugly down at you, “Just wait until I take you to the haunted houses next weekend.”

Crusaders. Judges. The Holy Terror. The Templars are the world's 
least secretive secret society. Their military-ideological machine
has operated in plain sight since Babylon - a matter of pride,
or moral superiority. Conspiracy theorists, obsessed with the minor
'Knights Templar' offshoot, underestimate the Templars' true
European empire. Private armies. Members of parliaments. Royal
families.The Templars believe they will deliver the world from
evil by force, and even their opponents - who call them zealots
and warmongers - cannot deny that force. As an agent of the
Templars you are not just fighting the war on darkness, you "are"
the war on darkness. Suave and sophisticated, but brutal and
uncompromising, you use history as a weapon to shape the future. Few will stand in the way of the Templars' banner. Do you have the
will to stand behind it?

eene-fangirl  asked:

What are your head canons about Rolf?

Here’s one I don’t mention much!  I think as Rolf grows up, he’s going to make more and more of an effort to assimilate into American culture.  I originally just thought of it for a project where I was matching EEnE characters to a movie where no one had an accent, but then Big Picture Show threw in that odd gag with Rolf trying out the word “dawg.”  I like it even better that, if Rolf really is beginning to assimilate, he’s apparently picking up Kevin’s ‘90s+ slang, rather than the 60s-70s nostalgia that usually dominates Peach Creek.

An even less consequential headcanon: I have always imagined Rolf’s blue hair has the same explanation as Milo’s in Pepper Ann, that it’s just light reflecting off his black hair.

Gettin’ The Girl

A/N: As you know, I accidentally deleted my blog (wweoneshotsbycharlie), so I’m reposting all of my stories for you guys. Also, you can follow me on Wattpad (heyitsmecharlie), you can find my stories there as well. I hope you enjoy!
Pairings: Dean Ambrose x Reader (with Roman Reigns & Seth Rollins)
Warnings: ———
Summary: Seth and Roman notice their best friends are completely in love, so they decide to do something about it.

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Today I was looking at my mermaid barbie again, and I feel like her head/body mismatch isn’t as bad in daylight, versus my usual nighttime photos. She’ll never really match anyone but her original body, since she’s so very pink, but in person the match is almost passable. (Also Frankenpony hangs out on my desk, so she got to mug for the camera too!) 

I redressed her since I wanted something to downplay the pink tone in her face, so I gave her this sparkly number from my Generation Girl Barbie, because I realized it reminded me of Ariel’s final dress in The Little Mermaid movie, right after she transforms into a human for the last time! The dress was a little baggy (the 90s body vs the slimmer MTM body), so I gave her Mouscedes’ belt to give it a little shape. And even though it’s nowhere close to matching the color scheme, I had to toss her hot-pink crown back on her head! Hey, if you got a royal title, flaunt it! 

Yes, yes, it is!! :D
If everything goes to plan, the area behind Bucky is going to be a negative space in the shape of Howie’s ca. Here’s hoping that it works! There’s a negative space/white silhouette in the original poster too, and as soon as I saw it I decided it HAD to be the car ( I REALLY wanted the car).
Yeah, I can’t decide either!
The composition on the right is slightly more balanced (I put more space between T’challa and the rest after resizing. Good thing I draw everything on separate panels); but I LIKE Bucky being as big in front of the car as he is on the left one.
This’ll take me days. *shakes head at self and laughs*

Dok2 - Jealous

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Joon-Kyung sat there staring at you while you were up at the counter grabbing your ice cream. The way that you smiled at the cashier as you thanked her and how you carefully carried the cones over to where he was waiting for you in the corner, somewhat hidden from prying eyes. Even though you were in America for a short time after the SMTM5 tour, he didn’t want the little spare time that he had with you to be interrupted, no matter how much he loved his fans.

“So are you excited about the video?” you asked as he took the ice cream from your hand. The plan was to shoot a new music video during the time that Illionaire was in America. Joon-Kyung had everything planned out but hadn’t really shared much with you.

“Of course. It’s always fun to shoot and this time you’ll be here watching so it will be the best music video to date,” Joon-Kyung said cutely.  He had something special planned for this music video which made him a bit nervous compared to all the other times he had shot.

This time around they had the brilliant idea to have some back up dancers and a bit of sexy choreography. Even though he had never seen you get jealous, he was a bit worried that you would get mad at the concept.

“We only have a few minutes before I have to meet the guys for the final run through. But we have reservations for dinner tonight,” Joon-Kyung moved to get up, making sure to give you a kiss chastely as he finished his single scoop cone.

“I won’t forget. I’m just going to go shopping for a little bit and spend some time at the pool. Don’t worry about me, Joon-Kyung. Go make some money,” you jokingly called to him. With a big laugh, he left the ice cream shop.


“Are you sure about that, Joon-Kyung?” Dong-gab questioned the current ideas of the little CEO. By some bright idea Joon-Kyung had decided that there should be a slight bed scene in the new video, something that wasn’t really in the original plan. “I mean, have you even asked your girlfriend about this?”

Joon-Kyung rolled his eyes and shook his head. That was one of the reasons why he wanted to do the more risky scene. He was mainly interested to see what your reaction would be. In the year that you two had dated he had gotten jealous multiple times but he had yet to see you jealous. You hardly ever got upset and had never once shown that you were jealous at any of the fan girls flirting with him.

“Isn’t this something that you should discuss? I mean, that’s a bit much too just spring on her the day of,” Dong-gab tried to reason. While Joon-Kyung had always been one to push the boundaries while Dong-gab tried to mellow out the younger’s ideas.

“It’ll be fine. There’s no kissing and it’s for work so she’ll understand. She always does,” Joon-Kyung finished the meeting and got up.

Dong-gab sighed and let Joon-Kyung do what he wanted, knowing that it would be a long day. Slowly he got up and readied himself to go to dinner with the two lovebirds.


You had arranged to meet the guys at the pool party so that Joon-Kyung didn’t have to worry about coming back to get you. Pulling on your cut out one piece, you put a bit of waterproof mascara and a slight lip stain. Pulling on a loose sundress, you grabbed your bag and sunglasses, ready to meet the guys for a bit of fun. Pulling up, you paid the cab driver and waited for Joon-Kyung to show up. After a few minutes you heard the crowd start yelling, so you had a good guess that your boyfriend was here now. You entered the area, following behind the Illionaire boys and joining them in the pool area.

“Hey! How are you?” Dong-gab gave you a quick kiss on the cheek while Joon-Kyung pulled you close for an embrace.

“I’m good! I was able to get some shopping done. And got a really nice tan,” Joon-Kyung wrapped his arms around you a bit tighter. He was glad that you were able to get some alone time on the trip, especially since you had been rushed from one place to another for the past week.

The three of you got some drinks and a bit of food and grabbed a spot in the VIP section. There were a few other rappers in the area with you, but for the most part, you were alone. You enjoyed joking around and spending time with Joon-Kyung and Dong-gab, but a part of you was itching for a quick dip in the pool. Judging on the attire that Joon-Kyung was currently wearing, you could tell that he wasn’t going to join you. Standing up, you took off your sundress and handed it to your boyfriend with a wink. You felt his eyes on you as you tied your hair up and lowered yourself in the pool.

“Still not going to tell her?”  Joon-Kyung took a sip of his soda as he watched you move delicately through the pool, trying to avoid the people as you moved through the swarm. You had settled back by the wall near your boyfriend.

“It won’t matter, hyung. She’s fine with it. Stop worrying so much.” Joon-Kyung moved over to you as an overly muscular man started speaking with you, too close for Joon-Kyung’s liking. He moved over towards you and put his legs into the pool. “Can I help you with something, bro?”

“Just trying to get this pretty girl’s number,” the man looked over to Joon-Kyung and gave a smirk. “Doubt that you could get that.”

Joon-Kyung just rolled his eyes and huffed. He inched a bit closer to you as you pulled yourself out of the pool. You really just wanted to get away from this muscle head.

“Well, he’s pretty darn cute,” you pretended to think things over just to pull this guy’s leg. “I’m thinking that I would be crazy not to give him my number if he were to ask.”

“How about a kiss then, beautiful,” Joon-Kyung asked as he caught on to your game. He leaned in a bit as he heard the jerk in the water laugh at his request. Giving a nod, you leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips.

“What the –“ the pool jerk asked you.

“He’s my boyfriend, genius. I’m not interested in you, sorry,” you said as he turned and went away to bother some other girl. Joon-Kyung placed a towel across your shoulders and pulled you a bit closer. You noticed how he stood closer to you throughout the night. When it came time to leave he helped you get into the Range Rover, making sure to drag his hand up your thigh slightly. Dong-gab cleared his throat at your public display from where he sat in the back of the car. Both of you gave an awkward chuckle but continued to hold hands the whole way back to the hotel.

You could tell with how touchy feely Joon-Kyung was being that something was bothering him, and chances are that something was the guy hitting on you earlier. As you said goodnight to Dong-gab and went back to your room. You went about changing for bed, opting for a simple teal nightgown. Joon-Kyung was sitting on top of the bed when you came out of the bathroom. You tied up your hair in a messy bun and leaned over him, placing a kiss above his neck tattoo. His arms wrapped around you as his lips found yours. Taking a moment you broke the kiss and climbed onto the bed, straddling Joon-Kyung in the process. Leaning down, you placed butterfly kisses down his neck as his hands found their way to your ass, gently kneading the muscle.

Pulling away you took a couple deep breaths. “Thank you for saving me from that guy today, Joon-Kyung,” you stated as you placed another kiss on his lips. He smiled and flipped you over, burying his face in your neck.

“Don’t mention it, baby. You know I would do it again any day,” he gave you another kiss. “I just got a little jealous. I know that you can’t relate, my cold hearted girl.” Sure, he was joking but you pouted at his remark as he went back to working on your neck and exploring your body. “You know that I get jealous, Joon-Kyung.”

You pushed gently on his chest to stop his advances. Joon-Kyung groaned and rolled his hips against yours slightly. He looked at you and gently pushed some of the hair that had fallen out of your bun from your face.

“You just never show it. No matter who flirts or what happens, you are always as cool as can be.”

Nodding, you listened to his explanation. “Well, it’s your job. Of course some of the time girls are going to come onto you. I mean, you are sexy, successful, sweet; the whole package. But I know that you wouldn’t do anything.”

Joon-Kyung smiled down at you and gave you slight kisses all over your face. Giving a giggle, you helped him out of his shirt and connected your lips to his again.


Joon-Kyung gently shook you awake. He handed you the discarded nightgown from the night before. “Come on, baby. We need to get going for the video. I’ll pick you up some breakfast burritos.”

Getting ready you opted for skinny jeans and a loose fitting Illionaire t-shirt. With very simple makeup and a spray of your perfume, you were ready to go. The ride over to the filming location was quiet as it was so early. When you finally got to set, the guys went off to the changing rooms to get outfits and makeup on. While you entertained yourself on your phone, you couldn’t help noticing the amount of scantily dressed girls. You didn’t think much of it with your boyfriend being a rapstar, you were used to the image that he portrayed with his music. It wasn’t until he started recording that you started to feel a slight burn in your chest.

The first scene was tame, just a performance with girls dancing around. While the lyrics were more provocative than usual, the choreography was basically just a strip club. You were a bit uncomfortable with the scene before you but you wanted to continue to be supportive. Joon-Kyung came over to you after the scene was completed.

“How are you liking it?” he asked with a warm smile. All you could do is nod and smile as the dancers filed by laughing and greeting Joon-Kyung. You felt that burning in your stomach again as one of the girls blew a kiss at your boyfriend. She stopped briefly to say something to Joon-Kyung that you couldn’t quite catch. As Joon-Kyung smiled kindly, you kept your eyes on him hoping for some sort of explanation. You crossed your arms, not liking the feeling that you were getting.

“Well, I have to go change for the next scene. I think that Dong-gab is doing his solo soon,” without so much of a second glance, he disappeared into the crowd.


Dong-gab finished his scene without a hitch and the crew started setting up for the next scene. You saw the same girl from earlier come out and wait in just a silk robe. She looked gorgeous and you felt that bubbling burning sensation building up in your gut again. Joon-Kyung finally came out of his dressing room and joined the model at what looked to be a bed scene. Joon-Kyung sat at the very end of the bed while the girl acted like she was asleep only to wake up and wrap her arms around your boyfriend. You were completely uncomfortable with the whole set up.

“It’s just for work, you trust him,” you chanted over and over again. Your eyes were narrowed and you were sure that your face was beet red by now. Dong-gab showed up next to you.

“So he really didn’t let you know about this scene? You look like you could tear off his arms right now,” there was a slight chuckle as Dong-gab’s deep voice came through the music. You didn’t take your eyes off the scene before you, which was luckily almost over.

“I trust him….I just hate this part,” you stated with a bit of venom in your voice. Dong-gab put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. As much as he loved his best friend, sometimes he could have some interesting ideas and this happened to be one of them.

“Cut!” the director yelled. You watched as the girl kept close to Joon-Kyung during the monitoring. She went so far as to wrap an arm around his waist slightly. Hearing your huff, Joon-Kyung turned around just in time for your lips to land smack dab on his. While people knew about your relationship, it wasn’t something that you openly confessed or acted on. This was definitely a first as you hadn’t even held hands in public, hell, there was only two photos of just you and Joon-Kyung out there on Instagram.

After pulling away from the kiss, you shot a glance at the girl and simply walked away into Joon-Kyung’s dressing room. You saw Dong-gab’s smile as you crossed by and you had a feeling that your boyfriend would follow. Sure enough about a minute after you shut the door you heard it open again and turned around to see Joon-Kyung smiling at you.

“What was that about out there, baby?” he asked you as he walked up and tried to wrap his arms around your waist. Before he could pull you close, you took a step back and held up a hand.

“You tell me,” you crossed your arms and waiting for his explanation. Joon-Kyung looked down and shifted his weight slightly.

“Well we thought the song needed a bit more of an adult vibe. And Mina, the model, she’s a little friendly I guess. What? Did that bother you?” he asked tentatively.

You threw your arms up and rolled your eyes. “No, I absolutely love when you get in bed with another girl and she rubs all over you. It gives me such joy that I just sat out there thinking to myself that I really wish it was a couple girls. What do you think, genius?” your voice was a bit louder than you would have wanted but you weren’t used to the feelings that you were having.

Joon-Kyung took a tentative step towards you. “So, you’re jealous right now?” he asked and you gave a slight nod. His smile broke free and your face flashed with confusion. “You are really cute when you’re upset. You know that it’s work and I don’t like here, right?”

“Of course I know that! I just…shit…yeah, I’m jealous and I don’t like it at all.” Joon-Kyung wrapped his arms around you and gave a kiss to your nose and another on your lips.

“I was beginning to think that you weren’t normal. But it’s good to know that you can get jealous. Promise, this is the worst scene for the shoot and any time that I have to do that again, I’ll give you a heads up.” Joon-Kyung hugged you for a bit when you heard a knocking at the door.

“So is everything better? I’ve got lunch for you two,” you recognized Dong-gab yell through the door. Opening it up for him, you all sat down and started splitting the food up amongst yourselves.

“Yeah, everything is better now. She just got jealous of her super-hot boyfriend,” Joon-Kyung bragged, causing you to slap his shoulder slightly.

“Oh, so she’s okay that you did all that on purpose just to get a rise out of her?” Dong-gab asked with a raised brow and goofy grin.

“YAH! You’re such an ass! I swear,” you stood up and threw a napkin at Joon-Kyung while Dong-gab just laughed. He had been looking for a way to get back at Joon-Kyung since he called him an old man a couple days ago and he just couldn’t let an opportunity like that pass by.

“Babe! I just wanted to see how you would react. Come on! I’ll do the dishes for a week once we get back to make it up for you?” he tried to bribe. Seeing you still huffing next to him he decided to sweeten the pot. “and the laundry…including folding?”

This got you to look at him and think about his offer.

“Make it a month and it’ll be better,” Joon-Kyung sighed and rubbed his face, although he eventually agreed. He nodded his head and you gave Dong-gab a high five, glad that he helped you get a little deal from the action. Joon-Kyung rolled his eyes at your teamwork, but still found himself smiling as your hand found his.


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“Nat how have you never had a valentine before?” you asked completely mystified by this information she had shared with you.

“Never had time to celebrate and I’ve never really put too much thought into holidays,” she responded with a shrug.

“But it’s so much fun. You can exchange cute gifts or cards with someone you care about and the added bonus of it being pretty cheesy.”

“Can’t you send gifts to someone you care about anytime of the year?”

You groaned and let your head fall to the table.

“Nat I’m going to teach you the ways of cliché holidays and I’ll do that by being your first valentine.”

Natasha blushed and you raised an eyebrow, usually the super spy was unflappable, but she was blushing at the thought of you being her valentine. That raised some interesting thoughts and you pushed those away. You wanted to focus on making Valentine’s Day fun for her.

“(Y/N) isn’t it a romantic thing?” Natasha asked, some hesitance and embarrassment showing her tone and body language.

“Not always,” you said with a shrug.

“But usually it is?”

You nodded slowly half wondering if there was someone she wanted to be her Valentine instead of you.

“Do you have someone specific in mind?” you inquired, trying your best to sound neutral on the subject.

You couldn’t deny the slight crush you had on the red-haired women and it wouldn’t be fun to have her admit to liking someone else when you had just offered to be her valentine. Embarrassing is what it would be and a blow to your self-esteem.

Natasha shook her head violently and you narrowed your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Back to the original matter, you don’t have to be my Valentine so I can experience something children usually do for fun in elementary school.”

“Too late,” you said singsong, skipping off with ideas whirling around in your head of what to get her.

It was finally Valentine’s Day and you had been sending Natasha random gifts, from teddy bears with hearts that said “You’re Beary Cute” to small boxes of chocolates you had picked out yourself, because you knew she didn’t like raspberry filling ones that came standard with most boxes.

You final big present was not really a present at all. You decided that you would admit to your crush on her and hope that she responded positively. You had been observing her reactions to the gifts all week and you were half convinced that she had feelings for you too, her joy and slight nervousness when you presented her with gifts was surprising, but reassuring to your plan.

You knocked lightly on Natasha’s door, a bouquet of roses behind you back, because you didn’t go halfway with romantic confessions

She answered the door, a neutral look on her face, but you thought you saw some excitement in her eyes.

You took a deep breath and brought out the flowers from behind your back.

“Happy Valentine’s Day and before you saw anything I want to tell you that I did this because I wanted you to experience you first Valentine, but I also did it because I am interested in you and didn’t know how else to tell you,” you said this all in one breath, by the end you had half closed your eyes as if preparing for a physical blow, which all things considered was completely possible.

“Oh thank god,” she breathed and suddenly she was kissing you.

You made a noise akin to a squeak, before getting with the program and kissing her back. When you broke away from her to catch your breath and to process Natasha had one of, if not the, brightest smile on her face that you had ever seen.

“Thank you for my first and probably the best Valentine’s Day (Y/N).”

“Anytime Nat.”

Flashlight - Chapter 1

Summary: Chloe confronts Beca about her secret internship aka what should have happened in PP2.

Pairing: Beca/Chloe

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anonymous asked:

Why was Dr. Two-brains so reluctant to commit a crime in "A Few Words From Wordgirl"?

1) His henchmen were out of town, and not only does he depend on them more than he will ever admit, but he doesn’t really feel like doing the heavy lifting himself. (I believe we had them on a yoga retreat in the original script.)

2) Dr. Two-Brains isn’t a villain motivated by power or money or revenge, like Mr. Big or the Butcher. He’s simply a nice guy who has an evil mouse brain attached to his head. Some days, the mouse brain’s control over him is strong and he can’t resist the urge to steal cheese/turn things into cheese, but other days, it can be kept at bay. I mean, that particular morning, he was drinking orange juice (a non cheese drink), feeling like good ol’ Stevie B, I bet. Days where he feels almost normal again must feel pretty good, so he wants to soak them up. It was only once he was out and about, exposed to WordGirl’s cheese trap and the cheese delivery van, that Squeaky’s desires kicked in again.

Why I’m So Fucking Hung Up on the Masterpiece Being Written Off the Face of Homestuck

So here’s a little piece of the Homestuck ending that I feel most everyone has totally gotten over, and that I absolutely never will.

Caliborn’s Masterpiece.

Here’s a classic storytelling technique: showing the audience something that the cast don’t know. This can be something as simple as a scene revealing a character with a secret agenda, or showing an explosive with a ticking timer nearby.

Here’s another one: tricking the audience and revealing that their knowledge was wrong by widening the scope of context. The secret agenda was because a character was a TRIPLE agent, or the explosive was actually in a completely different place, and now a completely different character has been killed than the one the audience expected.

Caliborn’s masterpiece initially appears as one. I…. think…. it was ultimately meant to be the other? But it does it really terribly and here is why.

1. There’s no reveal.

The big moment when we find out that the Masterpiece was actually JUST A BUNCH OF PUPPETS or FROM A DOOMED TIMELINE or WAS ACTUALLY (JOHN) AND SOME POSSE OR GHOSTS or SOMEHOW AN ILLUSION or WAS THE MAIN CAST’S PLAN ALL ALONG never comes. Instead, we’re left to wonder, oh yeah. What…… happened with that?

2. It needs to happen.

It’s a crucial part of the narrative. Homestuck’s major theme of closed causal loops and beginnings and endings requires the origin of Lord English and of the House Juju to be explained. Which it was, and then, suddenly, with no explanation or even coy hints of what that explanation may be, it wasn’t. Or was it? Who knows.

3. My favourite character’s promised Big Moment was locked behind it.

Annnnd here’s where I get to what I really want to talk about.

The Masterpiece was rad for a lot of reasons. It recontextualized what we knew about the House Juju. It finally answered all the questions we had about lil Cal and what his deal was. It turned the reveal of Caliborn on its head – Caliborn WASN’T Lord English, just a part of him. It had Caliborn making vines with claymation.

Annnd it promised us a really baller ending for Jake English.

Look, I’m not too proud to admit that I’m biased here. Jake is my child. He is my son. He is my precious jungle baby. There isn’t even a contest for my favorite Homestuck character, and the Masterpiece got me REALLY, REALLY EXCITED. Jake gains control of his powers. Jake overcomes his Page weakness. Jake harnesses what he can do – to PROTECT HIS FRIENDS. To protect DIRK. The day would be lost without Jake, and at the critical moment, he leashes his shit, pulls it together, and saves everyone and gives HOPE where there was none. Holy. Fuckin. Shit.

Goddamn perfect.

When this happened, Jake was in a dark place. Right AFTER this happened, Jake went to an even DARKER place. He thought he was capable of absolutely nothing of value. Vriska insulted and abused him verbally. Jake believed her. She told him that all he could handle in a fight was the weakest target, Slick and the Felt, and she didn’t even give him any backup. He expressed doubt that anyone cared about him. He’d just been threatened with rape in Crockerteir Jane’s clutches. He rejects even ROXY’S love, thinking that she’s making it up.

He keeps specifically vocalizing that he’ll never be of value, that he’ll never get this big moment. But the audience is onto this. The audience knows that Jake is wrong and his darkest moment is is building up to something huge – to when Jake masters his powers and saves the day and saves everyone, especially Dirk. His and John’s log does a fun bit of foreshadowing for this, where John says that Jake is the sidekick character who shows up and saves the day while the hero character is overwhelmed. Dirk has already been visually equated with Batman.

With the Masterpiece gone, where does this leave Jake?

Uh, nowhere, really.

Remember how Vriska said that Jake was worthless? Called him “Joke” and “Jape” and said that he could take on the Felt and that’s it? Go watch Collide again. Jake COULDN’T EVEN DO THAT. Vriska set her standards as low as she could for him and Jake didn’t even get to measure UP to them, much less overcome them. Dad had to handle Cans, Karkat had to handle Clover, and the Striders had to handle Slick. Good job, Jake! You successfully defeated an enemy even weaker than Vriska, who vocally hates you, thought you could manage.

The Masterpiece being gone sucks for a lot of reasons, but for me? Oh man. This is the main one. Jake’s big moment, the culmination of all his shit, is locked behind it. I would have been fine with an ACTUAL bait and switch, here, but we didn’t even get that. Just a weird ellipse.

Jake is left with his shit hanging. Does the Masterpiece happen? When? Does it even mean what it appeared to mean for Jake when it does? Is it even OUR JAKE?

Who knows? Who cares. Andrew Hussie apparently doesn’t.

My boy deserved the ending he’d been promised. And if not that, he at least deserved the decency of having it plucked from his fingers.

Disneyworld (Ashton Irwin)


“It looks like I peed myself!” Ashton exclaimed as you two walked off of the river raft ride in the Animal Kingdom park.

“Babe it’s fine!” you giggled out, grabbing his hand and pulled it away so he would stop brushing at his shorts. “Don’t touch it and it’ll dry faster,” you continued, rolling your eyes.

“I can see the headlines now… Ashton Irwin pisses himself at the happiest place on earth,” he spoke sarcastically.

“I’m also pretty sure there’s enough pictures of you on the raft ride so just relax,” you chuckled softly and looked up at him.

Ashton huffed and glanced down at his shorts again, laughing out softly. You looked over at him and patted his shoulder, shaking your head.

“There’s a place to eat up there, we can sit in the sun and eat while you dry?” you offered.

“That would be great,” he nodded his head in agreement and you two headed over to the jungle themed restaurant.

A couple hours later, you two were heading to the original Disney park for the evening parade and fireworks. Ashton got your passes out once you two got off of the tube train and made sure you had yours. Going through the gates, Ashton threw his arm around your shoulders. You smiled tiredly and leaned closely into his side, your head on his shoulder. It had been a long day, but you both wanted to see the big show before you had to leave.

“Are you excited?” he asked you when you two found and settled in a spot.

“Yeah, I’m really excited, are you?” you smiled widely, looking over at him.

“I am!” he smiled widely.

You looked back to the street when the music for the parade started up. It was a beautiful array of colours and lights and it was amazing. It was sparkling with people in costumes, taking you into another world. Ashton smiled widely, keeping you tucked into his side. All the different stories went by, portrayed by elaborate floats.

The end came around and the group of people started to head towards the castle where the fireworks would be taking place in the next couple of minutes. Yawning out, you pulled Ashton’s arm across your chest.

“I’m so sleepy,” you hummed out.

“I know, it’s been a long day,” your boyfriend murmured and kissed the top of your head.

“Mhm…” you grinned.

Ashton moved to stand behind you, both of his arms coming around your shoulders. You rested your weight against him and shut your eyes until you heard the loud sounds of the fireworks going off. Like the parade, it was beautiful and you then understood why they were so famous. The colours, the designs, every bit of it was pure magic. He slipped his fingers between yours, holding you tightly and propping his chin on your shoulder. Both of you were completely taken away by everything and you hoped that one day you could come back together and spend more time and explore this magical place.

anonymous asked:

OK scout, I kind of had a dream where Chuck split himself into three and two of him were dogs and I needed to tell you that it seemed perfectly normal in my dream


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Anonymous said:

So I was watching The Monster At the End of This Book today and had an idea. If what Rob said on his livestream is true and Chuck was originally just a vessel for God (and they’ve since begun to blur)… Then maybe he really was just Chuck until Swan Song and God was kind of possessing him in the background. (½)

So whenever Chuck had a vision he was getting a glimpse of the god knowledge hidden in his head. ?? Idk, it felt like a big revelation at the time and I don’t think it conflicts with anything so I had to share with someone. Also that way he wouldn’t have been lying straight to their faces, just…hiding. (2/2)

YES! i think season 4 was the beginning of chuck starting to sort of..become one with chuck as a vessel. he just possessed the vessel chuck during bursts of writing inspiration, but when things in relation to the apocalypse started flaring up, he set up camp and just never left!

anonymous asked:

Hi. I'm starting to approach my own long fic. And every fic I started in the past I ran out of steam. I want to finish some of them but cringe at my old writing style. How have you kept going with freight for three years?

Hi! First off, I want to say awesome! Long stories are some of the hardest to write, in my opinion, and I’m really proud of you for taking the plunge. Woo!

As for how I’ve kept going with Freight for the last three years, well–that’s kind of a tricky question to answer. I’ve grown so much as both a writer and a person since the original idea came popped into my head, and by extension my writing process has changed, too. There’s no quick fix or easy method to follow, I think, and tackling on a big project like Freight has definitely had it’s ups and downs. Everyone is different, so what I’ve found works for me might not work for you. But! That being said,  I’ll try to outline some of the things I do/have done!

  1. I’ve started dozens of big writing projects, only to drop them halfway through. My old account is proof of that–about half of the unfinished stories I haven’t deleted over the years are still sitting dormant in various fandom archives. It’s a natural thing, I think–something every writer goes through. We jump into a story and hit the ground running, and then lose steam before we can get very far at all. When I first got the idea for Freight, I decided that I was really going to stick with the story, something I hadn’t been able to do with more than a few projects before. So, naturally, I did the exact opposite of what I thought I was supposed to do: I didn’t write.
  2. Yep, you read that right. Freight actually “started” in February-ish of 2013, but I didn’t put the first chapter down on paper (or the computer, really) until August. So what did I do in the meantime? I planned. I outlined the whole thing, scrapped that draft, and then outlined it all again. I think there are three separate versions floating around my apartment right now, actually. I started with a basic idea (zombie apocalypse), then built the frame for my characters (What are their family relationships? What are their skill sets? Which aspects of their personalities am I going to highlight?), and then crafted my setting. A lot of that initial work is handwritten, because I have an easier time visualizing things with charts and lists. Only after I’d finished the worldbuilding did I sit down and hammer out the plot, which I organized into arcs and built around a timeline.
  3. The arc frame and timeline are, for me, the most important parts of this whole process. They’re your skeleton, especially the arcs. I think one of the most daunting things about a big writing project is the sheer size of it. You can plan everything out, but as soon as you sit down to write the first few chapters you can get overwhelmed. With arcs, you have a very clear idea of what you need to do, and a very clear “end” in sight. You don’t have to think of your story as one big hulking mess, and instead can look at it in pieces. The timeline plays into that, too. You only have so many fictional days to fill with content, so you’re limiting the amount of pressure you put on yourself.
  4. Sitting down to write the first chapter was, I think, the hardest thing for me. You do all this planning and get everything finalized, and now you have to go through it from the beginning and actually, you know, make real words happen. I wrote three or four drafts of the first chapter and wasn’t happy with any of it, so I took a step back and reevaluated my process again. The way I decided to approach each chapter after that little setback was similar to how I approached the story as a whole: outline, break each chapter up into scenes or “mini-arcs”, and focus my attention on each so I wouldn’t try to move too fast or do too much. Focusing on smaller pieces of a whole also helps me keep the pacing of the entire story in check, because I’m forced to finish a complete sequence of events before moving on to another, and so on. You can’t jump around or skip large chunks of events, because you’re locked into that one scene.
  5. Research! Half the fun of building a world or writing dialogue or creating characters is getting into it all. If you’re invested in learning, you’ll be invested in writing. I once spent a week learning basic French grammar just to do four lines of dialogue for a character, and holy crap that was fun! Knowledge is empowering, and it can give you the push you need to move forward though uncertainty. (And you’ll never be without a conversation starter if your head is filled with random facts about post-harvest vegetable storage on organic farms.)
  6. Another thing that really helps me is music. This might sound kind of corny, but I love AMVs and movie trailers, so what I’ll do is find a few songs and listen to them while I’m driving or chilling. I’ll picture scenes based on how the music flows, or the lyrics, or the feel of the song itself. Hard dubstep like, say, “Into the Labrynth” by Kraddy? That’s going to be a battle scene. Each pounding bass drop is a swinging weapon, each lull in the melody is a pause in the action for dialogue, the big drop in the middle (around 3:00 I think) signals the rise of a new threat on top of the chaos. Soft acoustic like, maybe, “All I Want” by Stonefox? That’s a quiet morning, sun streaming through large windows; coffee steam and subtle glances and self-doubt. Watching someone else from a distance; exhaustion; resignation in the face of longing. You feel the change in the music, so you feel the movement of each scene. I spend almost as much time listening to music and planning things as I do writing stuff down, I think.
  7. I write every day. This might just be something I do because I want to write professionally–like, writing is pretty much my whole life right now. But I start with a quick writing exercise to warm up my creative juices and then set to work on whatever project I’m going to do for the day. Even if I don’t make it to the “real” writing because I get distracted or something happens, I’ve at least done something to stay in practice, and to stay in my mental “writing place” if that makes any sense. I’ve trained myself to expect that part of my daily routine, so actually sitting down to type the story out isn’t such a burden anymore. Writing exercises are also good if you’re not sure how to write a scene, a series of actions, a feeling, dialogue, or describe a character/setting. Isolate that thing, whatever it may be, and practice it. A few of my shorter stories are actually just writing exercises that I liked enough to put up on Ao3.
  8. Don’t beat yourself up if you get stuck. Writer’s block happens to everyone. What’s important is that you don’t dwell on it, and don’t let it suck you in. I deal with writer’s block by powering through and writing, writing, writing until stuff starts flowing the way I want it to, but don’t be afraid to take a break. Do something else for a week, write a one-shot or two (emphasis on one-shot; don’t start another big project if you’re stumped with something you’re seriously determined to finish–that will shift your focus, and that’s the opposite of what you want), or write a different part of the same story. Getting burned out sucks, but it happens. What’s important is that you don’t dwell on it.
  9. Settle into a “writing routine”. This will help you mentally. I already mentioned that I do warmups every time I write, but I also have a few other things that help me get in the zone. I drink two cups of coffee while I’m doing my warmup, and I have a pitcher of water that I’m constantly refilling a glass from while I work. I make the same sandwich every time I’m really pushing through (toast, pepper jack cheese, sliced avocado, lime juice, chili powder) if I need a short break. I sit in the same spot every time I write, I block tumblr on both Firefox and Chrome, etc, etc. This will help you fall into the groove faster, and make the process less painful.
  10. Don’t worry about what people are going to think of your story. I know sometimes getting no comments or only a few kudos on the first chapter can be discouraging, but remember to write for you and not anyone else. It’s easier said than done, definitely, but sometimes stuff like that takes time. Push through the self-doubt if you have to, and look at what you’re doing as means to improve your skills if you’re not getting the attention you want right now. The readers will come. Heck, if you send me your story, I’ll read it! It’s not always immediate, but it will happen.
  11. Have fun, homie. If it’s not fun, don’t do it. Write what you want. Write things that make you laugh, write things that make you cry. Put yourself into your story, and it will shine through. Your triumphs, your failures, your flaws, your achievements, your sense of humor–the whole nine yards. And if you do that, you won’t have to worry about losing motivation, because you’re doing what you love.

I hope this answers your question, or at least helps a little. I tried my best to cover most of the basis and include things I’ve learned over the years, and I might reblog this at some point if I think of anything else. Don’t hesitate to ask if you ever need help with anything.

I send all of my love and encouragement your way, and I’m really proud of you for taking on a big writing project! Good luck!! <3

'Don't Stop Believin' Almost Looked Completely Different

“The very first dance number of ‘Don’t Stop Believin’ looks like the most simple [costumes], but that was an absolute example where we had another whole [plan] in mind,” Lou Eyrich, Glee’s head costume designer for the first three seasons, revealed to ETonline. “The night before we were going to shoot it,Ryan [Murphy] called me and he said, 'I think we need to tear it down and make it really simple and show that they’re coming from nothing, so that we have an arc.’”

So what were the New Directions’ original six supposed to be wearing in their big pilot finale? “They were just more show choir,” Eyrich revealed. “It was more put together – kind of like matchy-matchy colors – and it would’ve looked too polished for this group that was just starting out.”

The costume designer, who has recently been lending her talents to the freaky fashion of American Horror Story, said that she and her assistant were left frantically running around Los Angeles trying to create the red-shirt ensemble.

“We literally were at Urban Outfitters, American Apparel – where ever we could find red that would show each person’s character,” she said. “We were cutting, and ripping, and fitting and sewing, and it went on camera the next day.”

Eyrich continued, “It doesn’t look like much. It looks like, 'Oh they’re just wearing t-shirts’ but the process that went into it was frantic.”

Eyrich said that discovering each student’s distinctive style was a challenge that both she and Murphy were excited to take on. “Coming up with those characters was hard because we didn’t want them to be too on the nose,” she explained. “We wanted them to be likable, but still be a misfit. It was difficult coming up with that formula in the beginning.”

“On the page, I thought it was going to be another high school show. We had done Popular and I just thought, 'Oh this is going to be another one of those geek versus the popular girls shows,’” Eyrich said. “And then when we started shooting it, the young actors and their enthusiasm and Ryan’s vision – it was just one of those things that you’ll never get again. It was special.”


It's going to be life changing

Prompt; ‘I’m sorry but your headphones are so loud I can hear them from here and just what the crap do you think you’re listening to that’s so two thousand and late like let me turn your life around i hope it’s not too late… ?’

Happy Valentine’s Day, oftheskyepeople!


Music wasn’t exactly in her interests, but Clarke had agreed to take it because it would be the only class she would have with all three of the girls. She’d never had much an interest in anything but instrumentals when it came to listening to music; she wasn’t into who was hot, or in at the moment. She had what she’d listened to for most of her life, with a few other things introduced to her by her friends here and there.

It simply wasn’t of much importance to her.

So when Octavia’s older brother came up to her, asking her what trash music she was listening to, she had to remind herself not to be offended.

“Who made you the expert on music, Bellamy?” She asked, hating that her irritation with him always made it impossible not to retort, even when she knew that his knowledge of music was far greater than her own.

A dark brow lifted in response to her snarky retort, that familiar smirk she always saw on his lips making itself known.

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