i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later.
“Um, Malfoy,” Harry muttered. “What are you doing?” Baffled, he looked at the Slytherin, who didn’t seem to be concerned at all.
“I’m resting. I’m so tired,” Malfoy mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut. He did sound pretty sleepy. Harry blinked as Malfoy’s lips stretched into a soft, contented smile.
“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “But why are you resting on my lap?”
“Why not?” Malfoy replied. “Seems like a good place to me.”
Harry stiffened as Malfoy turned his head and snuggled into him. What was he playing at?
“Oi, Harry!” Harry looked up. Seamus had just entered the eighth year common room and was grinning at him. “Don’t you two look cosy,” he said with a wink. Harry blushed and tried to move his legs but Malfoy was just too heavy.
“I have no idea what’s going on,” Harry murmured. What had gotten into Malfoy?
“And then we have to get started on Transfiguration but first we have to- Oh!” Hermione stopped dead behind Seamus. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her studying schedule obviously forgotten. If only momentarily. Ron, who had seemed rather displeased with his girlfriend’s evening plans a second ago, suddenly had a weird glint in his eyes.
Harry watched his friends and was shocked when Hermione clutched her chest and put her other hand on Ron’s arm. He smiled at her and nodded.
“I thought something like this might happen,” he snickered.
“What?” Harry spluttered. When Pansy came into sight, a knowing grin on her face, Harry felt like they were all in on a joke he didn’t get. “Can somebody please tell me what is going on?”
“Shhhhh,” came from Harry’s lap. “Trying to sleep here, remember?”
Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. He had to admit, he might have reacted a little differently if they had been alone. It was a bit sudden, but he wasn’t all that opposed to Malfoy lying on his lap.
Harry’s eyes darted to his friends again when Hermione leaned over to Pansy and whispered something to her. Looking exasperated, Pansy nodded. Harry still wasn’t used to the fact that they were all getting along so well now. Pansy could be fun but, still, Harry was a bit wary around her.
He kept his eyes on her as Hermione strode over to him.
“Don’t be mad,” she told him. Harry frowned.
“What did you do?”
“Well…” She looked at him sheepishly. “It’s more what I didn’t do.”
Harry looked at her, puzzled. She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper.
“I didn’t stop Pansy, when she stole something from Slughorn’s personal stores and put it into Malfoy’s tea this morning.”
Harry’s frown deepened.
“What did she put in his tea?”
Hermione bit her lip and put a hand on his shoulder.
“We just felt like he deserved a good day for once. He’s been through so much.” She gazed at Malfoy thoughtfully. “That’s not to say you haven’t been having a hard time, either,” she added hastily. “But Pansy thought you might… benefit from it as well. Seems like she was right.”
Harry looked between Malfoy and Hermione, not understanding what she was telling him. It must have shown on his face. Hermione sighed and shook her head.
“Felix Felicis, that’s what Pansy put in his drink.”
Harry’s mouth dropped open.
“That’s why he’s being so weird?”
“You were weird, too, when you took it in sixth year,” Hermione reminded him.
Yeah, Harry mused, it had been a strange experience. He had felt so happy and cheerful, like nothing could go wrong. And, somehow, he had known exactly what he had to do to get… to get what he wanted.
Harry’s eyes darted back to Malfoy, who was still smiling contentedly with his eyes closed. Harry wondered what would have happened if his friends had given him the potion, instead of Malfoy. He doubted things would have been this forward but, maybe, it would have had a similar outcome.
Ignoring the fact that everyone in the room was watching him, he slowly raised his hand and ran his fingers through Malfoy’s hair. The Slytherin let out a long sigh that made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch.
As he sat there, stroking Malfoy’s hair and marvelling at the fluttery feeling in his stomach, Harry thought it was lucky he and Malfoy apparently wanted the same thing.
Wonder Woman 2 set, day 1 of shooting, Patty Jenkins digging through boxes in the costume department, throwing jackets and scarves at Gal, already dressed in a red heavy coat and long blue baggy pants.
Patty... are, are you sure you want THIS to be Diana's new costume!? I mean, I can't really move in this...
*still digging through clothes* Shut up. I leave you with those two for 3 months and they manage to throw away every single good thing I did with 4 shots of your ass! I FUCKING DARE THEM TO DO THAT AGAIN. Nobody ever fucking listens to me and now I have to redo the whole thing all over again thanks to fucking Joss Whedon and his inability to look at a woman without putting a camera on her ass and boobs. And YOU, why didn't you protest!? Didn't I teach you anything?
The fact that so many people (or just one sad, lonely person) are coming into the Pharmercy shippers inboxes just to tell us our ship “won’t happen” and to insult us and our ship shows you how insecure they are. They feel threatened, and much like a wounded animal, they lash out in retaliation.
Mainly because they find it hard to come to terms with the fact that the game director prefers Pharmercy and admits our ship is better.
And it just goes to show you how powerful Pharmercy is, and that we’re just growing in strength and enduring in resilience with each affirmation merited out by the dev team and the VAs.
Not to mention all of the streamers and professional artists who are fans of the ship too (see Irene Koh and Jen Bartel for details).
Our fandom is increasing in ranks and numbers despite the fact the amount of hate that’s been foisted against it. And people who don’t like our ship just can’t handle that. (Mainly because they hate the idea of gay people, and lgbt+ women especially, being happy, because same-gender love is gross to them. Tis such sad lives they lead.)
And hey, if you feel a little discouraged, just remember that the things they’re currently saying about us, are the same things they said about Korrasami.
They said Korrasami “would never happen” either. And yet …
Go out there, enjoy yourself, make the most of what you have because none of us know how long we have on this plane of existence, none of us know what lies beyond this; this state of being; a lot of us wish for things that are beyond this, a lot of us are waiting for that, but we dont know and because we dont know, i say that, that makes trying worth it right now. You can wait all you want for great things to happen, but why not to try to make them happen right now, because none of us know whats going to happen tomorrow. So, try your best right now and what you have in this situation that youre in at this moment in time, you dont have to do amazing things, but as long as youre trying your best to make the most of it then thats a success in my mind, so just dont take anything for granted.
he lies about remembering Steve, and its clear why. the blink thats almost a twitch. that hard swallow. the way he looks up after he says it, like he’s both terrified he wont believe him, and bracing himself .
in WS, he asked outright who he was, and admitted to remembered. because he had no idea what happened when he did. which is altogether just one more horrific thing Hydra did, they took the memories of them hurting him when he asked, he couldnt learn to lie to protect himself; he didnt know he needed to be protected.
but here he is, remembering things…like what had to be dozens of times he remembered something, Steve probably most of all, and finally saw the full scope of what was done to him. what happened when he said he remembered Steve.
that there, i dont think he was lying to Steve, i think he was asked a question where the honest answer got him tortured. now he’s gotten the chance to learn how to protect himself. i think this was just so terrified being asked that, he answered instinctively.
itd be the case fo ra lot of things. like say, the truth=torture. the Hydra base=torture.and captivity. i would think being threatened with pain or death, in that place, would be just as terrifying for him
and wouldnt ya know, theres the hard swallow, the twitch-blink. the only major difference is in the second one, when he blinks, his whole body shudders..as id imagine it would being threatened in that place.
on an unrelated note, i always found it interesting that, while terrified of being hurt, especially there, and being threatened…he lowers the gun
So I’ve had this idea for some superhero lesbian romcom type story that I dont have the skills or focus to really develop but man do I want it.
Main POV is on the hero character. She’s terse and high strung in that vulcan “im calm and collected and cool outside but eternally screaming on the inside” way. Overthinks Everything.
Her main nemesis is some catwoman style jewelry thief who GLEEFULLY lives up the “ridiculous sexy villain” aesthetic. She’s gonna be comfortable but that doesnt mean she aint gonna look GOOD because these tiddies DESERVE to be appreciated via a cleavage window.
This is almost entirely why the hero has dubbed this mostly harmless thief as her nemesis like who fucking does that some of us are trying to do respectable work while she goes around feeding into EVERY sexy cliche I hate it so much I keep this picture of her to remind me of how much she annoys me and sleep with it every night.
Anyway. Hero one day sees her Nemesis in a mundane setting like at work or a coffeeshop and recognizes her INSTANTLY (reason 3 she’s annoying: actually thinks a dainty black eyemask is a DISGUISE)
Hero is like “hooollllyyy shit holy shit it’s her jfc she is FOLLOWING ME she’s trying to PSYCHE ME OUT!! Well ill show her im gonna go over and pass some hints that im on to her shit!!”
Goes over and is bamboozled when Nemesis is just all “oh hey i was wondering when you’d stop staring and come talk to me ;)” and next thing she knows theyre sitting down and having coffee together and then it hits her.
Not only did Nemesis not recognize her (of course she didnt because SOME OF US know how to do a disguise with voice changers and all) but she is now on a date. It’s a good date. Nemesis is flirty and cute and oh no she runs a charity organization for street kids fuck thats where the money all goes oh no oh fuck
And then dates?????? keep happening??????????? but moonlight chases across the city also keep happening????? Hero is Very Confused and Conflicted and it’s a constant hilarious comedy of errors of her almost coming clean on who she is then chickening out and in a constanr state of lowkey existential crisis.
All leads up to some scene where theyre doing the Hero and Villain thing and Hero cant stop from flirting hardcore and laying it on thick (bc she is now starting to warm up to this whole catsuit and titty window look she sees the benefits)
Only to have Nemesis go “oh honey thats sweet but im not gonna let you off easy for it. Also I have a girlfriend anyway”
Cue another lowkey existential crisis of being stuck between “I JUST GOT FUCKIN REJECTED BY MY OWN GIRLFRIEND????!?” And “holy shit she called me her girlfriend and turns down people for me oh my god ❤❤”
Plot twist: when she finally comes clean over breakfast Nemesis is like “oh thank god i was wondering when you’d say something because pretending I didnt know was getting too old to be fun anymore, like I caught on around our third date, anyway you want some more pancakes?”
lance: hey shiro, anyone ever tell you you’re like… such a stereotypical hero type?
shiro: uh…. yes
lance: not in a bad way though! you’re the cool guy! the bucky barnes and steve rogers combo marvel could only dream of! luke skywalker but not white! the guy everyone wanted to be growing up!
shiro: thank you, lance. you wanna know who you are?
lance: [chuckles nervously] okay….
shiro: the type i wish i could be more like now. the strong type who lets himself feel what he has to feel, who can be calm under pressure, who can still find the good in things even after all the bad stuff that’s happened to you. you’re a good kid, buddy
lance: thats the best thing literally anyones said to me ever
I don’t look the best in this picture but I have so many feelings for this.
One time I was in Disney World with my family and a friend of mine. My friend had never been to Disney but I had, it was my 20th time going at that point. My friend was interested in characters more than rides, she insisted on meeting every Disney princess before we went home.
Well, we were in Epcot one day, and my family had no interest in tagging along with us to go meet tons of characters, so they went off and did their own thing while my friend and I traveled country to country meeting characters. The final character we met that day was Aurora, and I will never forget that. It was a few weeks before my 16th birthday and I was wearing one of the “Happy Birthday!” pins with my name on it - and she called attention to it immediately. She got excited and she asked my age. When I answered “16”, she clapped her hands and smiled. “I met my prince on my 16th birthday! Have you met your prince yet?”
My heart froze for a second, I was caught off guard. But looking into a happy princess’ face in silence is hard, and I responded, without thinking; “I’m actually into princesses.” Her face didn’t change from the smile, in fact it got brighter.
“Oh! Then have you met your princess then?”
That was the single most relieving thing I had ever heard. I’m a lesbian and I’m out to my friends, not my family. I had tried coming out to my family at that point, only to be met with “You’re too young to know that.” Multiple times. I was forced back into the closet at home where I stayed, and still am.
But getting the chance to openly say that to a princess, and have her happily respond was amazing. I was happier than imaginable. And even though, no, I hadn’t met my princess yet, I found one that loves me.
Aurora gained a special place in my heart after that. She hugged me and I could barely keep myself from crying while the pictures were being taken. I will never forget that.
im being really petty right now but how come characters can only be gay or straight……. like whenever i look at a character that seems to have an interest in more than one gender and i get to think to myself “OH!!!!! THEYRE BI !!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!” some bastard always goes “nnnnhbbbbbjjjnIts Compulsive Heterosexuality, Harold