the worlds end is a funny movie they said

Everything amazing in the Captain Underpants movie:
  • The inclusion of the ‘Everything Except Fabric Softener Store’ and the ‘Piqua Pizza Palace’ in the backgrounds.
  • The various art/animation styles used which really made it feel like a kid’s imagination.
  • Harold’s complete inability to chill.
  • “I noticed that this tuna casserole had your name spelled out on the top in jalepeno slices.” 
  • Ms. Ribble’s voice was PERFECT!
  • The entire scene where they reopen the closed off art room.
  • “You’ll have a weird haircut and I’ll be wearing a suit for some reason…”
  • Melvin actually, physically, has no sense of humor.
  • Edith the Lunchlady, enough said.
  • SAD WORM, JUST A WORM THAT IS SAD.
  • “We are so guilty.” 
  • How perfectly depressing Mr. Krupps house is.
  • “The bee is not the bad guy.”
  • Harold successfully parallel parking an entire construction crane. 
  • All of the comic book style scenes, and how much Captain Underpants ADORES the comics themselves.
  • “Benjamin Krupp you sly dog.”
  • “We’re closed for Ebola.”
  • The revenge of the Stuck-On-Hold Lady.
  • The army of Talking Toilets.
  • Edith is into Captain Underpants just as much as she’s into Krupp.
  • The inclusion of George and Harold’s ‘silly’ names from the fourth book.
  • Captain Underpants actually successfully flirting with Edith.
  • They mention New Swissland.
  • The inclusion of Captain Underpants’ catchphrase thing ‘Faster than a speeding waistband, more powerful than boxer shorts, and able to leap tall buildings without getting a wedgie!” 
  • THEY INCORPORATED THE FLIP-O-RAMA AND EVEN HAD ONE OF THE PAGES TEAR JUST LIKE THEY USED TO IN THE BOOKS IF YOU WEREN’T CAREFUL!!!
  • The unadulterated glory that is the Treehouse.
  • The Tattle Turtle 200
  • “I can pee a little in my underwear and no one can say anything!!” “Dude where are you going with that? Do you actually do that?”
  • “Not actual magic, we aren’t practising the dark arts…”
  • He didn’t say it but god if George’s face didn’t scream “I can’t believe I’m about to do this…” as he turned Krupp into Captain Underpants so he could save them
  • PROFESSER PEE PEE DIAHREANSTIEN POOPYPANTS ESQUIRE
  • “It’s a bird!” “It’s a plane!” “It’s an egg-salad sandwich!” 
  • “How many a’s does Tra La Laa have? I’ll just go with eleven.”
  • Mr. Krupp lives on Curmudgeon Road.
  • Underpanty World, led by Big Daddy Long-Johns and Princess Pantyhose.
  • “Potty humor is like, the lowest form of comedy.” “DON’T YOU SAY THAT HAROLD!”
  • MR. KRUPP READ ALL OF THE CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS COMICS AND ACTUALLY FUCKING SAID THAT HE THOUGHT THEY WERE FUNNY (Hell essentially froze over)
  • “Is that high def cause you can definitely tell that that’s us…”
  • Harold’s obsession with Dolphins.
  • “…how much of that was out loud…?”
  • Uranus
  • Captain Underpants putting all of the teacher’s in detention.
  • Professor Poopypants’ impressive collection of lip-balms.
  • Harold’s hand gets biggified.
  • The movie perfectly ending with George and Harold clutching desperately to Captain Underpants’ cape as he flies away while they shout ‘Here we go again!” 
  • The end credits all being actual comic style scenes from all the books.

Feel free to add your own!!

Carlisle x H!Reader (Request)

Originally posted by carlislecullentrash

Lately you have not been feeling the best, it wasn’t a cold and that you knew. Carlisle had been busy for that few days so you didn’t want to disturb him, so you decided to call a different doctor.

The night before your scheduled appointment you and Carlisle had been in the kitchen making small talk, with Carlisle cooking an amazing Italian meal for dinner you excused yourself for a brief moment saying you needed to use the restroom.

Considering you couldn’t really hold down any food you ate you were a little anxious for the following day. Hearing a gentle knock coming from the other side of the door you heard his voice “Y/n? Are you alright?” Trying to keep your voice steady and calm you slowly responded to the worrying Carlisle. “I’m alright honey, just  fixing my hair is all” You were waiting to see if he had actually bought it. Not long after gentle footsteps were heard walking away from the restroom and in the direction of the kitchen. You were glad he didn’t hear you throwing up.

Thankfully you managed to keep down the amazing dinner and dessert he had graciously made for you. The following morning you woke up in his tight embrace and with his head resting on your shoulders.

“Good morning darling, how do you feel?” answering with caution, “I feel wonderful, especially with you here. How about you?’ a smile crept on his face "Me? Lovely, I have you, but sadly I have to leave for work soon so I went out to your favorite place to eat breakfast and got you some!  It should be on the counter” joyfully, your body turned to face his, “Thank you Carlisle” He leaned and gave you a quick kiss on the lips and spoke “Anytime, as much as I don’t want to today I have to go to work now” you groaned, “Alright, alright , See you later, Love you” Joy filled his bright hazel eyes “Love you too y/n. Take care while I’m gone”.

Two hours later you were in the waiting room of a foreign doctors office nervous, but excited to get it over with. That is until your phone started to vibrate as you looked at the caller ID you saw it was none other than Carlisle himself.

You pressed the green answer button “Hello?” Carlisle sighed, “Hello Y/n, I came home early, We had a slow day so I decided to leave early but never mind that. Where are you? Getting groceries? Could you get strawberries? we need some for that pie” You couldn’t just keep it from him so you just said it “Carlisle I’m at the doctors office, the one just outside of forks” the phone went silent for the longest second of your life.

Carlisle finally responded in a calm but not calm tone “Y/n…Why didn’t you come to me? I would have taken care of you.” when he finished you do admit that you felt a little guilty. “I just thought you were too busy is all, I didn’t want to bother you” hearing a sigh you waited for his response “Come home, I will look at you and take care of it” Just as he finished his sentence the nurse walked through the doors, “Y/n Y/l/n? Dr. Henry will like to see you now” Conflicted you didn’t know if you should see the different doctor or not, Carlisle must’ve heard her “Go ahead, see him. I await your return y/n”

After seeing Henry he had informed you that you had beginning stages of the flu, and that you should rest as much as possible. Calling Carlisle and telling him he went out and got you some favorite snacks so you could enjoy your time in bed. When you arrived home he was waiting outside in his work uniform. “Uh Carlisle? Are you going back to work?” He just walked over and picked you up. Carrying you to his in-home office you were set on his exam table, “I’m making sure he was right” holding in a laugh you chuckled “I’m sure he was Carlisle what’s gotten into you?” He stopped examining you and looked at you “I am just confused! You know that I would drop everything to take care of you! All you had to do was ask me!” you felt a little bad, "Carlisle I know you would have, I know you are a doctor! You are the best one in the entire world! I didn’t think you would react like it’s the end of the world, The hospital needed you more. They need a great, passionate, caring and funny doctor like yourself.“ Carlisle made a smile and looked down shyly "You flatter me, I’m sorry if I overreacted. I’m just trying to look after you" now blushing you gently put your arms around his shoulders and leaned into him. "The doctor said I needed to rest, do you mind carrying me to the bed?”’.

Carlisle took a few days off from work and stayed in bed with you watching cheesy romance movies, reading books to you and you two just cuddling and talking for hours, you got better after only a few, but you enjoyed the time with Carlisle too much, so you faked it for the next week.

4

❃ Taylor Swift   Speak Now

“Speak now or forever hold your peace,’ the words said by preachers at the end of wedding ceremonies all over the world, right before the vows. It’s a last chance for protest, a moment that makes everyone’s heart race, and a moment I’ve always been strangely fascinated by. So many fantasize about bursting into a church, saying what they’d kept inside for years like in the movies. In real life, it rarely happens.

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I’ve begun to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything.

I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back regretting the moments we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say ‘I love you.’ When we should’ve said ‘I’m sorry.’ When we didn’t stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help.

These songs are made up of words I didn’t say when the moment was right in front of me. These songs are open letters. Each is written with a specific person in mind, telling them what I meant to tell them in person. To the beautiful boy whose heart I broke in December. To my first love who I never thought would be my first heartbreak. To my band. To a mean man I used to be afraid of. To someone who made my world very dark for a while. To a girl who stole something of mine. To someone I forgive for what he said in front of the whole world.

Speak now or forever hold your peace’, the words said by preachers at the end of wedding ceremonies all over the world, right before the vows. It’s a last chance for protest, a moment that makes everyone’s heart race, and a moment I’ve always been strangely fascinated by. So many fantasize about bursting into a church, saying what they’d kept inside for years like in the movies. In real life, it rarely happens.

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I’ve began to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything.

I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back regretting the moments we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say ‘I love you’. When we should’ve said 'I’m sorry’. When we didn’t stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help.

These songs are made up of words I didn’t say when the moment was right is front of me. These songs are open letters. Each is written with a specific person in mind, telling them what I meant to tell them in person. To the beautiful boy whose heart I broke in December. To my first love who I never thought would be my first heartbreak. To my band. To a mean man I used to be afraid of. To someone who made my world very dark for a while. To a girl who stole something of mine. To someone I forgive for what he said in front of the whole world.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.

What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrased, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.

So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you’ll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying 'I could’ve, but it’s too late now.’

There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it.

I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now

Love,
Taylor

PS: To all the boys who inspired this album, you should’ve known. ;)

—  it has been 5 years since this masterpiece of a prologue was written by @taylorswift 
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Speak now or forever hold your peace’, the words said by preachers at the end of wedding ceremonies all over the world, right before the vows. It’s a last chance for protest, a moment that makes everyone’s heart race, and a moment I’ve always been strangely fascinated by. So many fantasize about bursting into a church, saying what they’d kept inside for years like in the movies. In real life, it rarely happens. 

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I’ve began to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything. 

I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back regretting the moments we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say ‘I love you’. When we should’ve said 'I’m sorry’. When we didn’t stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help. 

These songs are made up of words I didn’t say when the moment was right is front of me. These songs are open letters. Each is written with a specific person in mind, telling them what I meant to tell them in person. To the beautiful boy whose heart I broke in December. To my first love who I never thought would be my first heartbreak. To my band. To a mean man I used to be afraid of. To someone who made my world very dark for a while. To a girl who stole something of mine. To someone I forgive for what he said in front of the whole world. 

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone. 

What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrased, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest. 

So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you’ll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying 'I could’ve, but it’s too late now.' 

There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it. 

I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now 

Love, 
Taylor 

PS: To all the boys who inspired this album, you should’ve known. ;) 

Speak now or forever hold your peace’, the words said by preachers at the end of wedding ceremonies all over the world, right before the vows. It’s a last chance for protest, a moment that makes everyone’s heart race, and a moment I’ve always been strangely fascinated by. So many fantasize about bursting into a church, saying what they’d kept inside for years like in the movies. In real life, it rarely happens.

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I’ve began to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything.

I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back regretting the moments we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say ‘I love you’. When we should’ve said 'I’m sorry’. When we didn’t stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help.

These songs are made up of words I didn’t say when the moment was right is front of me. These songs are open letters. Each is written with a specific person in mind, telling them what I meant to tell them in person. To the beautiful boy whose heart I broke in December. To my first love who I never thought would be my first heartbreak. To my band. To a mean man I used to be afraid of. To someone who made my world very dark for a while. To a girl who stole something of mine. To someone I forgive for what he said in front of the whole world.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.

What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrased, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.

So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you’ll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying 'I could’ve, but it’s too late now.’

There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it.

I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now

Love,
Taylor

PS: To all the boys who inspired this album, you should’ve known. ;)

— 

Taylor Swift Speak Now Prologue 

One of my favorite things ever

The Ex...(Hayes Grier Fight)

REQUESTED

Hayes Grier imagine where your at his photoshoot or something and your going through his phone and see he was talking to his ex again and it ends up as a fight in the parking lot and ends in a makeout session also on the parking lot?

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Masterlist HERE

(Y/N)’s POV:

“Okay now tilt your head just a little to the left.” the photographer instructed.

My boyfriend Hayes had a photoshoot and he asked me to tag along. Of course I said yes, I get sneak peeks at some of his potentially released professional shots. I loved seeing Hayes at his photoshoots. He’s kinda shy at first but it’s cute.

We were currently in this weird but fancy-like modeling building where a lot of different celebs and reality tv stars have gotten their pictures taken as well. The room we were in was pretty big too. It had a lot of side rooms and even some that were hidden with doors you wouldn’t expect to be doors.

Hayes’ photoshoot was for his clothing line that he launched with Nash and Cameron, United XXVI. They weren’t here though because these were individual shots.

“Alright Hayes, take a 5 minute break and then we’ll head to a different room, alright?”

“Sounds good.” Hayes replied.

“So how’s your photoshoot going?” I asked.

“Pretty good. Really excited to jump in that foam pit over there.”

“You’re such a child.” I said grinning.

“Haha I know I know but you love me.” he said.

“That I do.” I giggled.

~

“Alright babe, I gotta head back. Watch my phone for me.” he said kissing me on the cheek.

“Okay.” I replied.

I grabbed Hayes’ phone and turned it on. I smiled at his lockscreen. It was a really cute picture we took together in the middle of a meadow. There was another photoshoot he was at with his original photographer, Bryant, and while on break he decided to take a picture of us. I love that picture. I unlocked Hayes’ phone and went straight to the games he had. I settled on temple run and was content with that for a while.

About 10 mins into my game, Hayes got a notification saying he had 4 unread texts. I know I shouldn’t go through his texts but just seeing who it was wouldn’t hurt. He would still have the little notification bubble with the number in it. I opened his texts and saw 4 threads. One with his mom, his brother, one of his friends, and…I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Hayes was still getting texts from his ex-girlfriend. I think her name was Nicole or something like that. (A/N: No hate to any of you lovelies named Nicole, I just made it up).

I decided to read the texts anyways to see if he responded to any of her texts, and sure enough he did. It’s like they had a secret relationship with each other behind my back.

N= Nicole

H=Hayes

-

N: Heyy ;)

H: What’s up sweetheart?

N: Just lonely :(

H: :(

N: So what’s up?

H: I’m with Y/N right now

N: Oh, maybe hang out another time? Maybe see a movie? It’d be cool to hang out again! Last time was fun :)

H: Sounds fun. And yeah it was.

N: Then it’s a date

H: lol sure

N: Text me when you’re free. We can plan it!

-

I can’t believe this. Hayes knows I don’t like her. Not because she’s his ex, well partially because she’s his ex, but mainly because we just never got along. She was always a stuck up prep and her voice was so annoying. She’s so fake and I honestly don’t know how Hayes even dated her.

But seriously, why was he texting her? They broke up for a reason. Doesn’t she know that broken up means not together anymore? That means don’t talk, text, call, email, twitter dm, nothing. Especially if he’s taken and she knows it. AND THEN what does she mean by ‘again’? They’ve hung out before? Behind my back? Hayes has got some explaining to do.

I exited it out of the messages app and locked Hayes’ phone back. Hayes walked over and set his eyes on me. I refused to look at him. I got up and walked outside to the parking lot. I stood next to the car deciding if I wanted to continue to ignore him and discuss it at home or address the situation now, but looks like I didn’t have much of a choice since I felt a hand on my shoulder turn me around, to come face to face with the boy I was mad at right now.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he questioned.

“You is what’s wrong.” I replied narrowing my eyes.

“What did I do?” I started to feel bad because he was genuinely confused and looked like he didn’t want to start anything with me but I stood my ground.

“Well, I was just playing on your phone after you left from break and came across the fact that you’re still talking to Nicole.” I said.

“Really? That’s why your mad at me?” he asked laughing a bit.

“This isn’t funny Hayes. You know how I feel about her. It’s as if you guys have some type of secret relationship behind my back! Especially since apparently you guys have hung out before.”

“First of all, i’d never cheat on you Y/N. Second, since when do you have control over who I talk to? And third, it was one time and our moms were hanging out.” he asked.

“Never but-”

“Exactly. You’ve never had control over who I talk to, when I talk to them, how I talk to them, and you never will.” Hayes said raising his voice a little.

“First of all don’t yell at me. Second of all, you’re right I dont, but as your girlfriend you could at least have a little more respect for me. I don’t bitch to you about anything else Hayes. You know how I feel about her.” I shouted.

“Y/N listen-”

“No you listen. And you listen good. Ever since the 2nd grade her and I have been enemies. We’ve never gotten a long. And you know this. You know that she always made an effort to fuck everything up for me.” I said.

Hayes shifted his weight as if he were uncomfortable. But I didn’t care, he was going to listen.

“Any friends that I had, she stole them too. I ran for school president, she ran too and bribed her way to victory. I had a party, she had one the same day and invited everyone. I never had anything Hayes. And all I ask of you is to stay away from her because she’s evil and she’s just trying to take you away from me.” I explained.

Hayes looked at me wearily. He came closer to me and cupped my face.

“You know no one could ever take me away from you.” he murmured.

“But someone can!”, I exclaimed, “And that scares me because I know you can do so much better than me. She’s always been the go-to girl for everything. And on top of that, she’s your ex! Haven’t you seen the movies? The guy always ends up going back to the ex girlfriend because-”

I was cut off by a soft but familiar pair of lips on mine. Hayes wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck held him tighter if that was even possible. Our lips fit together like puzzle pieces. I ran my hands through Hayes’ hair as he kissed me. I felt like the world was spinning but in a good funny fuzzy way.

We finally broke apart for air. I stared into Hayes’ eyes as his icy blue ones gazed into mine.

“I can’t picture myself doing something like that with Nicole…ever,” he said caressing my hips, “I broke up with Nicole for a reason. And if you pay attention to the ending of those movies, you’ll notice that the guy ends up realizing his mistake and leaves the ex girl for the current girl, because the current girl, is the real winner.”

I bit my lip as I realized he was right. I smiled widely at him causing him to smile back.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, “for blowing up on you and accusing you of cheating.”

“It’s okay babe you had every right to feel that way. I’m sorry for not taking your feelings into consideration. I didn’t think Nicole was all that bad after we talked things through. But if it really bothers you, I won’t hang out with her.”

“Hayes that’s sweet, but like you said, I don’t have control over who you talk to and it’s fine if you hang with her. But the moment something doesn’t feel right, i’m going to be right on it.” I warned.

“Haha okay babe.” Hayes agreed pecking my lips.

“So Hayes?”

“Hm?”

“When’s my photoshoot?”


(A/N): I’m so sorry this is late! I lost track of time! But special thanks to the anon who requested! I really enjoyed writing this! Thanks to everyone who read, I really hope you all enjoyed this  as well. So um yeah. Love you guys <3

The pack-Sleepover

Requested.A/N:I hope you like it

Prompt:“this is super random but could you write an imagine where liam has fallen in the reader’s lap and at first he rocks him but after she realises he keeps scrunching his nose in his sleep so she gently tickles his nose to see if he does it and he does and finds it adorable and later she shows derek and the pack and they’re all like “how cute” and one of them videos it and shows it Liam when he wakes up and he blushes but the reader kisses his cheek and hugs him telling him he’s so adorable x”

Your name: submit What is this?

Last night you threw a sleepover with the whole pack at your house.Everthing was done.You had the sleep bags ,you rent the movies and you prepared the food.You put a lot of pillows in the living room to make it more comfortable.

At 8 p.m. your friends arrived, ready for a sleepless night .You started with some games, a pillow fight and after that ,everyone decided that it’s time to watch a movie.After 30 minutes you felt Liam felling asleep on you.He was so cute that you couldn’t wake him up so you let him sleep quietly in your lap.Sometimes you even stoked his hair or slowly rocked him

“It looks that this party is too much for little Liam.”Stiles said.

“Come on Stiles.Let him sleep.”Lydia said.

You laughed at their comments but then you noticed something.Liam was scrunching his nose.It was the cutest thing that you ever saw.You didn’t care about the movie anymore.The only thing you wanted was to make Liam scrunching his nose.You gently tickled his nose to see if he will do.When he made the funny move you tried to hold your laughter so you won’t wake him up.You tried to decide if you tell your friends about this or you keep the secret.In the end you had to tell them because it was too funny and they should see it.

“Hey guys.Look.” you said and showed them .

“I think that’s the cutest think in the world.”Kira said.

“I know.”you said

“Are you sure that this kid is a werewolf?.”Derek said

“Shut up.I’m happy he isn’t a sourwolf like you.” you said joking.

“I have an idea.Let’s make a video”Stiles said and took his phone.

Stiles turned on the camera and you started tickling his nose.

“Say ‘hi’ Liam.” Scott said

“I can’t wait until he will wake up to show him this video.” you said.

“I don’t think he will wake up until morning.”Kira said

In the morning, when everyone was awake Stiles showed Liam the video.

“What?! I don’t do that.” he said

“Oh,you do.We have the proof.” Scott said laughing.

You saw Liam blushing.You went to him and kissed his cheek.

“Don’t worry Liam.You are adorable when you do that.”you said while hugging him.

‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’, the words said by preachers at the end of wedding ceremonies all over the world, right before the vows. It’s a last chance for protest, a moment that makes everyone’s heart race, and a moment I’ve always been strangely fascinated by. So many fantasize about bursting into a church, saying what they’d kept inside for years like in the movies. In real life, it rarely happens.

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I’ve began to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything.

I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back regretting the moments we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say ‘I love you’. When we should’ve said ‘I’m sorry’. When we didn’t stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help.

These songs are made up of words I didn’t say when the moment was right is front of me. These songs are open letters. Each is written with a specific person in mind, telling them what I meant to tell them in person. To the beautiful boy whose heart I broke in December. To my first love who I never thought would be my first heartbreak. To my band. To a mean man I used to be afraid of. To someone who made my world very dark for a while. To a girl who stole something of mine. To someone I forgive for what he said in front of the whole world.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.

What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrased, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.

So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you’ll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying ‘I could’ve, but it’s too late now.’

There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it.

I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now.

Love,
Taylor

PS: To all the boys who inspired this album, you should’ve known. ;)

—  Taylor Swift // 5 Years Of Speak Now
Speak Now Prologue

‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’, the words said by preachers at the end of wedding ceremonies all over the world, right before the vows. It’s a last chance for protest, a moment that makes everyone’s heart race, and a moment I’ve always been strangely fascinated by. So many fantasize about bursting into a church, saying what they’d kept inside for years like in the movies. In real life, it rarely happens.

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I’ve began to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything.

I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back regretting the moments we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say 'I love you’. When we should’ve said 'I’m sorry’. When we didn’t stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help.

These songs are made up of words I didn’t say when the moment was right is front of me. These songs are open letters. Each is written with a specific person in mind, telling them what I meant to tell them in person. To the beautiful boy whose heart I broke in December. To my first love who I never thought would be my first heartbreak. To my band. To a mean man I used to be afraid of. To someone who made my world very dark for a while. To a girl who stole something of mine. To someone I forgive for what he said in front of the whole world.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.

What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrased, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.

So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you’ll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying 'I could’ve, but it’s too late now.’

There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it.

I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now

Love, Taylor

PS: To all the boys who inspired this album, you should’ve known. ;)

8

“Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies.  Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love happens; it is so incredibly messy. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another persons hands and said, here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you. As long as you have it.”

— Definition Of Love - Andrew Landon

“He’s the Phantom of the Operating Suite” By: Hugh Laurie

It’s a funny old world, as an observant person once said.

One minute you’re running across an African desert, while giant wind machines fling sand into your head with enough force to rearrange the memories of your childhood; the next, you’re in a breezy California studio, being photographed alongside the ineffably glamorous Sela Ward and trying hard not to look like a smudge on her collar.

Well of course it wasn’t one minute. But it felt like it.

At the end of 2003, I was in Namibia, shooting a movie called “Flight of the Phoenix.” There were 12 actors in the cast, but the star, unquestionably, was the sand. It didn’t have it’s own trailer, because it didn’t need to; it simply got into everyone else’s, the same way it helped itself to the food, the water, the cell phones, the tooth enamel, the senses of humor, the private places. Even now, 18 months later, if I get the shower head at a correct angle, I can winkle out a few grains for old times’ sake.

So when my agent called with news of a TV pilot for Fox, the dunes seemed to shimmer slightly.

“‘A doctor,’” he said, “in a medical show.”

Cool linoleum floors, Vegetation. Hydrated nurses in white uniforms. Above all - oh sweet mercy, above all - no sand.

“They want you to put yourself on tape,” he added.

And, as quickly as it had appeared, the mirage vanished.

Any actor will tell you that putting yourself on tape is a dispiriting process. You commit half a dozen pages to memory, you agonize about pace and voice and angle of eyebrow, you seal the envelope - and, if you’re very, very, lucky, a distant casting director might, just might, use your tape to wedge open the fire exit on a hot day. That is absolutely the best you can hope for.

So I hugged the FedEx man goodbye with a rueful smile and no expectation at all.

The weeks passed, as weeks do, and I went back home to London when my agent called again: Katie Jacobs, the executive producer, wants you to fly to Los Angeles. Executive producer of what, I asked, being the sort of fellow who likes to move on. That medical show, he said. (At that time, the show had no name - it was simply The Untitled Shore/Attanasio Project, which itself sounded like early Robert Ludlum.) I asked what class - not because I am any sort of legroom queen, but because it’s a measure of one’s chances, of how seriously they take you - and when he said coach, I knew I was still long odds. In the meantime, he sent me a copy of the complete script.

I was astounded.

From the pages I had read, I had assumed that House was a peripheral grouch, lobbing in zingers from the outfield while better-looking youngsters did all the emoting. Now it appeared that House was the main character, and a brilliantly written one at that; a scarred, lame, dysfunctional misanthrope, intent on punishing himself and the world - the Hunchback of Princeton, the Phantom of the Operating Suite, with all the nasty, self-pitying egocentricism of a spoiled adolescent.

He was also, to my mind, a hero, a relentless seeker after truth, a knight errant, slaying emotional and microbial dragons with equal skill, and with a psychopathic disregard for his own safety.

I couldn’t imagine what Fox thought they were doing, contemplating such a jagged protagonist for a prime-time drama. I only knew that I wanted the role very much.

A week later, I was sitting in an office at Fox, watching the incredibly handsome Bryan Singer eat salad. It was an unnerving experience. I’d flown 5,000 miles to read a scene that lasted about a minute, and here was this Singer chap spending a good half of that minute auditioning the next piece of tuna. So I angled my chair toward the equally handsome David Shore, who was not eating salad, and I did the best I could.

(I later discovered that Bryan Singer, as well as being handsome, has an IQ in the high 900s and eyes on the back of his head. He can carry on five conversations at once while eavesdropping on 10 more, so the tuna trick was small stuff for him.)

After two more meetings with Bryan, David, and Katie, I was set for the final at the Fox Coliseum, where 30 prowling executives were ready to devour my juicy Christian hide. I armed myself with an umbrella from Barneys (you can’t buy a cane in Los Angeles - implications of physical decay are not welcome in the city), while my shield was a small lapel pin bearing the word SEXY.

I think it was the pin that did it.

A couple of weeks later, in the lobby of a Vancouver hotel. I met Robert Sean Leonard and Lisa Edelstein, checking in at the same time. For that reason, I will always think of them as a couple, even though they’d only met each other 30 seconds previously. Omar Epps, Jesse Spencer, and Jennifer Morrison showed up the next day looking impossibly young. I asked them if they’d heard of Jethro Tull. Nope. Even so, I liked them all instantly - funny, bright, humble people who took stuff seriously, and that meant we had a chance.

The shooting of the pilot was uneventful, if you don’t count the events. I had brought my own cane (London, in case you didn’t know, is the cane/umbrella capital of the world), which made everyone nervous because there were no duplicates in the event that mine got broken. I told them not to worry - there were no duplicates of me, either, and how could I possibly break a cane? Two days later it was matchwood, after I left it under a roll-down studio door.

Now I was worried the same thing might happen to me, and it nearly did - feeling grumpy one day about I can’t remember what, I turned on my heel and strode huffily into a glass wall that had been reinstalled without my noticing. Jennifer Morrison laughed until she hurt herself, and we both went to Vancouver General for stitches. Luckily it was on a Friday, and I healed like a wild thing over the weekend. People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw tantrums.

So we finished the pilot and went our separate ways, feeling we had done a good job, but that good jobs weren’t necessarily long jobs. To our astonishment, Fox picked up 13 shows, then five more, then four after that.

We now have embarked on our second season, and life is once more a daily jumble of baffling medical terms that ring around my head like foreign nursery rhymes: I eat vasculitis for breakfast, wear clothes woven from myocardial infarctions, brush my teeth with hyperinsulinemia.

The days, and the shows stretch out before me now in great, undulating waves, like … no, not remotely like a desert.

‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’, the words said by preachers at the end of wedding ceremonies all over the world, right before the vows. It’s a last chance for protest, a moment that makes everyone’s heart race, and a moment I’ve always been strangely fascinated by. So many fantasize about bursting into a church, saying what they’d kept inside for years like in the movies. In real life, it rarely happens.

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I’ve began to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything.

I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back regretting the moments we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say 'I love you’. When we should’ve said 'I’m sorry’. When we didn’t stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help.

These songs are made up of words I didn’t say when the moment was right is front of me. These songs are open letters. Each is written with a specific person in mind, telling them what I meant to tell them in person. To the beautiful boy whose heart I broke in December. To my first love who I never thought would be my first heartbreak. To my band. To a mean man I used to be afraid of. To someone who made my world very dark for a while. To a girl who stole something of mine. To someone I forgive for what he said in front of the whole world.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.

What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrased, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.

So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you’ll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying 'I could’ve, but it’s too late now.’

There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it.

I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now.

Love,
Taylor

PS: To all the boys who inspired this album, you should’ve known. ;)