this is just the first and last shot of it

shit that happened at hamilton according to angie

act one

• dUN DA DA DA DUN DUN DUN EEEAAAUUUOUUU
• everyone clapped for SO LONG when anthony enters like damn
• brandon SLAYED as burr tonight
• anthony had SO MUCH ENERGY like SHIT SON this boy was TURNT
• i didn’t know just how uninterested burr is during my shot he liTERALLY READS A BOOK IN THE CORNER BAHAHAHAHAHAH
• brrRRRRAAHH brrRRRRAAHH
• thayne has a booty???
• my shot choreography is LIT AF
• there’s a cool transition between my shot and story of tonight and i really appreciate it
• oNE LAST ROUND GENTS
• okay WOW i understand why everyone ships lams so much now
• john and alex totally fucked that night and no one can convince me otherwise like even later during farmer refuted john be walkin funny boi got laaaaaaid
• wERK
• at first when peggy enters she looks excited then she realize where she is and imMEDIATELY LOOKS SO DONE BAHAHAHAHAHAH
• eliza is literally just dragging peggy behind her the whole time wtf
• eVeRyOnE??? is here during this song i did NOT expect that
• hEED NOT THE R-
• LITERALLY poor sam tho he came out to have a good time and got so attacked rn
• the rest of the hamilsquad has to distract burr so he can’t stop alex and i LOVE THAT DETAIL
• aMERICA, ITS NOT ME ITS YOU
• the choreography for you’ll be back is not what i expected AT ALL and it’s EVEN BETTER
• the liGHTING HERE DAMN
• rip ensemble member
• hErE cOmEs ThE gEnErAl
• the liGHTING HERE DAMN (reprise)
• no wonder washington is so petty BURR JUST SHOWED UP UNANNOUNCED IN HIS TENT AND ASKED FOR A JOB
• “close the door on ur way out” OHHHHHHHH
• alternatively: “close the door on ur way out” “we’re in a tent sir”
• that end choreography looks hard damn
• LADIEEEEEEEEEEES
• cARLEIGH HEY
• hEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
• the lanterns are cool
• ANTHONY DABBED DURING HELPLESS
• MY HEART
• flower girl hercules mulligan is my spirit animal
• what if #2830404827: what if hamilton was a harem anime
• hAH
• salty unrequited romance song (feat. sisterly bonds and shit)
• wOAH THE REWIND CHOREOGRAPHY IS JUST HOLY S H I T
• tHIS IS FUCKING AMAZING THO LIKE THE ANGELICA POV DAMN
• bUT NOW SHELL NEVER BE SATISFIED
• tHERES HOPE FOR OUR ASS AFTER ALL
• the “you are the worst burr” line is even funnier live bAHAHAHAHAHAH
• why do i feel like theodosia isn’t real like that story is pretty fishy to me i mean a pretty girl?? married to a British officer?? who we never see ever?? *puts on skepticals*
• wAIT FOR IT (that cheeseburger i ordered an hour ago, where the fuck is it??)
• wait for it is such a small number live AS IT SHOULD BE IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE
• PREACHA PREACHA PREACHA
• TEACH YA TEACH YA TEACH YA
• gENIUS
• rESPECT
• everyone hates that guy vol. 1
• cHICKAPLAO
• CHARLES LEE ™
• yES KICK HIS ASS JOHN
• counting to ten with increasing energy and homoeroticism ™
• the sexual tension between john and charles in this is fucking INSANE
• WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS
• THIS IS LIKE HAMILTON’S VERSION OF “I DONT DANCE” FROM FUCKING HSM2
• of course john shoots him he’s fucking amazing
• LEE FLAT OUT YELPS WHEN HE GETS SHOT AND JUST FLOPS ON THE FLOOR AHAHAHAHAH
• eVERYBODY DO THE FLOP
• daddy issues vol.1
• sOn
• dOnT cAlL mE sOn
• eliza sings about support and that’s about it
• bUNS and cHIPS and sEVERAL TYPES OF DIPS
• agsgdhshagsfadagshdgLAFAYETTE
• jk I can rap the whole thing
• bish u thot
• sICK JUMPS
• GET YER RIGHT HAND MAN BACK
• wait at least think about the letter you sending first tho
• i think you misspelled “right” dude
• daddy issues resolved song
• history has its eyeeeeeees ooooon-wait we have to fight a war fuck
• lets go win ourselves a war bitches
• monsieur hamilton MONSIEUR L A F A Y E T T E
• heh
• the CHOREOGRAPHY
• everyone claps at the end of the dance sequence AS THEY SHOULD
• that’s a big ass flag u sure that’s a handkerchief lafayette?
• dId YoU mIsS mE vol.1
• when he says “im so blue” he stamps his foot and the spotlight he’s in changes from red to blue bAHAHAHAHAH
• WELL GUESS WHAT?? YOU CANT GOVERN FOR SHIT AHAHAHAHHA
• “bye felicia” - king george III
• dear theodoge what 2 say 2 u
• the CHAIRS IN FRONT OF THEM MAKE IT LOOK LIKE THEYRE STANDING OVER CRIBS
• uH OH
• JOHN
• JOHN NO
• J O H N
• having to watch the rest of the hamilsquad reading the letter in the back does NOT MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER
• [through tears from last song] a-a…after the war i went back to n-new york
• NNNNNONSTOP
• this whole songs choreography is just WOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWWOOW
• eVERYONE IS HERE WOAH


~intermission~

• rUN TO THE BATHROOMS
• pICK UP THE HAMILTINI
• bUY A TSHIRT
• rUN BACK


act two

• [JAZZ HANDS]
• oh damn the slaves are here
• S A L L Y H E M I N G S I S H E R E
• thomas we are engaged.

• what
• seth is having WAYYYYYYY too much fun
• gonna just prance around here
• ITS THE RAP BATTLE
• THEY HAVE MICROPHONES
• JEFF DROPS THE MIC AND MADISON CATCHES IT BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
• cabinet audience is unamused
• [PRANCES WILDLY] WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS YOU DO IN MONTICELLO
• i love that tjeffs is totally chill until alex insults mads and he immediately just is like NO ONE INSULTS MY BOYFRIEND
• exCUSE ME?!?????
• “that’s an order from your comman-i mean president”
• UN DEUX TROIS
• PHILIP MY BABY
• CAN YOU NOT DIE JUST THIS ONE SHOW
• PLS
• ANTHONY WENT BALLISTIC WHEN HE SAID CINQ LIKE HE SUDDENLY WAS LIKE “un deux trois catre CIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINQ”
• oh please angelica your comma flirting is nothing compared to the shit alex and john exchanged
• my love interests are either upstate or dead therefore i shall have an affair and immediately regret it
• NOOOOOOO SIRRRR
• i like the lampposts they look nice
• I NEED TO BE AT THAT DINNER PARTY
• alex still looks shook from his affair at the beginning of room where it happens lmao
• PREVIOUSLY CLOSED, BROS
• OSHIT THAT TABLECLOTH JUST
• WOA
• burr does some shit vol.1
• “daddys gonna find out any minute” [velociraptor screeching in background] “…..im sure he already knows”
• BURR BYE 👋
• ….france
• DADDYS CALLING
• salt squad unite
• I LOVE THAT BURR JUST POPS UP OUT OF NOWHERE AND JEFF LOOKS SO SHOOK WHEN HE STARTS RANDOMLY SINGING
• wHICH I WROTE
• i dIDNT KNOW HE WASNT ONSTAGE UNTIL THAT LINE
• bAHAHAHAHHAHA
• daddy issues vol.2
• im sorry but fucking what
• shut up and have a drink
• ALEX TAKES MULTIPLE SHOTS BEFORE WRITING THE ADDRESS AAHAHHAHAAHHA SAMEEEEEEEEE
• THAYNE IS WEARING A FANCY HAT
• [WEEPS] GEORGE WASHINGTONS GOING HOME
• dId YoU mIsS mE vol.2
• JOHN ADAMS FFFFFFFFFFF
• GEORGE STAYS ON AND MIMICS BURR AHAHHAHAHAH
• SIT DOWN JOHN YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKER
• AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
• they all enter one by one and you can just see alex get more and more stressed out with each one that comes in
• IM GONNA JUST REVEAL MY AFFAIR FOR NO GOOD REASON TO MY ENEMIES WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG
• OH NO THAT WASNT A GOOD IDEA I NEED TO TELL THE WORLD FIRST
• OH NO THAT WASNT A GOOD IDEA EITHER FUCK
• oF COURSE SHES NOT HERE FOR YOU NUMBNUTS
• [is lowkey salty about congratulations not existing]
• the song sounds so serious on the album but the choreography makes it SO FUNNY HAHAHAHAHAHAH
• GEORGE IS HERE
• HOLY SHIT THERES ACTUAL FIRE IN BURN
• SHIT SON
• oh no • OH NO • O H N O
• [CRIES FOREVER]
• [CRIES SOME MORE]
• [DIES]
wait there’s an election fuck
• vOTE BURR BITCHES
• hE DIDNT VOTE BURR BITCHES
• OH NO
• O H N O
• THIS IS WHY YOU DONT THROW AWAY YOUR SHOT

Fun fact: The reason why most of the footage from the Chernobyl disaster looks so grainy and low quality is due to the radiation it was exposed to, as it was so strong it heavily degraded the footage captured by the cameras, to the point it even broke the cameras themselves. Igor Kostin, one of the first journalists to arrive to the site, tells that all of his cameras stopped working after just a few shots, and almost immediately he too began to feel the effects of radiation, in the form of dizziness and a metallic taste in his mouth. 

Igor Kostin (27 December 1936 – 9 June 2015) with one of his photos of the disaster

The Biorobots of Chernobyl

In the last pic you can clearly see the radiation, in the form of the white stripes at the bottom of the frame.

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nct dream mark - dunk shot ♡

It’s really interesting that they spent the entire episode with Ms. Grundy trying to make herself seem sympathetic and innocent. Then the last shot of her is her getting into her car with her heart shaped sunglasses and staring at some of the boys as they walked past. Almost identical to her first appearance when she was driving by Archie with the same sunglasses. It just throws into light that she likely wasn’t telling the truth and she’s not as sympathetic as she tried to make herself seem.

has anybody ever seen this film called “star wars” its pretty good!! i watched the first three last night and just got done watching episode four. but quick question where is jar jar binks??? he was my favourite character and he wasnt in this movie at all :( some of the other aliens are cool though haha except that meanie greedo who shot at han!!

What it’s Like Dating Peter Parker

((ok so i saw civil war last night and that movie just reminded me how much i love peter parker so here we go))

  • at first he’d be super nervous to talk to you so he’d stumble a lot when trying to carry a conversation
  • and then you’d laugh at something he said and he’d loosen up a little
  • he’d wait for you by your locker every day after school so you can walk home together
  • having a harry potter marathon at your house one day when he randomly blurts out that he likes you
  • he’d then get super panicky bc he thinks he messed up your friendship and his eyes instantly light up when you say you like him too
  • he’d leave your house grinning and then come back 3 seconds later to ask you out 
  • peter would take you to a nice restaurant in manhattan for your first date, and after he’d walk you home and kiss you on the cheek before turning around to leave - you’d catch his arm, turn him around and kiss him square on the lips, leaving him giddy af
  • he loves to touch your hair, some days he’ll sit with you and just run his fingers through your hair all the time
  • sometimes he’d just randomly come over when you’re doing work just to be near you 
  • he’d always hold your hand in the school hallways just ‘cuz he can
  • you’d find out he’s spiderman one day when you barge into his room and he’s modifying his suit - he’d get super nervous and would try to cover it up
  • “um what- i mean it’s- no i just help him out sometimes”
  • “peter i know you’re him, drop the act”
  • “i swear babe, im not spiderman”
  • “peter!”
  • when he knows you’re super stressed peter will get takeout and come over to yours and just make you relax and sit with him to destress bc he loves spending time with you
  • he’s always gonna make you laugh, even when you’re crying 
  • surprise hugs from behind every day at school
  • he’d take you on long walks just around new york and buy you hot dogs from the small carts 
  • he wakes up before you and just spends the whole time memorizing every detail of your face
  • he’d say i love you first - and then he wouldn’t stop saying it
  • PET NAMES omg peter loves giving you pet names like “babe” or “baby” or “sweetie” or “my love” 
  • he’d probably wear his spiderman costume under his prom tux tbh bc he’s such a dork
  • “i can’t believe the prettiest girl in the world is my girlfriend”
  • peter’s a boy who’s a sucker for grand gestures
  • like you’d be chilling on a friday night and you’d get a text from him saying to look out your window and he’d be standing there with a bouquet of roses and your favourite song blaring from a boombox
  • you dragging him to central park in the evening because you love watching the sunset from there
  • one night you’d fall asleep there with peter’s arms around you and you’d wake up the next morning to the sound of little kids running around
  • peter would be really nervous to meet your parents for the first time but a week later he’d be coming into your house and opening up the fridge like it’s his own
  • your parents LOVE him, they think he’s an absolute cutie bc he charmed the heck out of them with his dorky smile and cheesy jokes
  • he’d use infinite pickup lines on you even after you’ve been dating for forever
  • “do you believe in love at first sight or should i walk by again?”
  • “pete we have been dating for a year”
  • watching star wars and cuddling with him because he’s such a lovable cutie pie i want a peter parker 

i think people have already talked a lot about the very first scene of the first episode in yuri!!! on ice. you know, the one that is predicted to be both a short flashback thing and possibly the series’ finale?

but as i was just watching, i couldn’t help but notice;

this is the very last shot i can capture of victor before we switch over to yuuri;

all while yuuri’s quote about how victor never fails to surprise him and how it’s has been an unending chain of surprises. 

to me there is no doubt that this scene will then continue, yuuri will join victor out on the rink and we will get them skating to the duet version of “stay close to me” (which is also what victor was skating before reaching for yuuri which he is totally doing in the picture above, just look at his arm, he is inviting yuuri onto the ice with him and yuuri accepts.)

and as they skate, near the end of it, victor will lean in for a kiss because, as said, he never fails to surprise.

the end.

Wet Dreams and Nightmares 2 Dan Howell

A/N: A very lovely person requested a part 2 to this story. I just couldn’t say no. Thank you @imagines-danandphil !

Word Count: 1.6k

Part One 

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by blessedlester

I didn’t open my eyes right away after I woke up. I kept them close and just stayed in bed under my warm covers and didn’t think about too much. At least twenty minutes passed before I remembered what happened last night. Behind my closed eyes I saw how Y/N enter my room. Her bare feet had tiptoed across my floor until she had reached my bed. I remembered that I fell asleep next to her. My cheeks heated up as I remembered that I woke up in the middle of the night after moaning her name in my sleep. Then I remembered how the night ended. I replayed what I said, what she said. My eyes shot open in excitement.

“What if I don’t want to be just friends?”

“After I had the first nightmare and you let me sleep over, I faked having those bad dreams just so I could come over and cuddle with you.”

My first instinct was to turn over to her side of the bed, but as I did she wasn’t asleep there. Her side of the bed was empty. Normally we didn’t wait till the other woke up. We always got up individually. After what happened last night I somehow imagined it would be different today. Somehow waking up to an empty bed left me with a queasy feeling in my stomach and a sense of foreboding. The messy but cold sheets next to me made me wonder if last night actually happened or if it was all just a dream.

I nearly jumped out of bed, hopped into a pair of sweatpants and put on plain t-shirt. Trying to remain calm I walked across the hallway into the lounge. Phil and Y/N were sitting at the table, eating breakfast. It smelled like fresh coffee and warm bread. They were mid conversation when I walked in.

“Morning.” I said, but it sounded more like a question.

“Morning.” They both said back. Phil only raised his head shortly from skimming through the newspaper.

I couldn’t help myself but stare at Y/N. I stood there in the middle of the room like a total fool, looking for a kind of sign that would prove to me that last night was real and not just in my head.

But Y/N didn’t act any different than yesterday.

“Phil ate all the cereal but there is still a croissant left if you want it.” She said, pouring hot water into a cup in front of her.

I just nodded before I plopped down on the chair next to her.

My body felt dull. I felt like I had learned how to fly and plummeted after being in the air for hours.  

“When do we need to be at the party today?” Phil asked, looking up from his newspaper again.

I had nearly forgotten that we were invited to Louise’s birthday party this evening. Just like Y/N seemed to have forgotten what she confessed to me yesterday.

“The party starts at nine.” Y/N told Phil between taking sips of her tea.

They continued to talk about the people that were going to be there and the presents we got Louise while I sat at the breakfast table in silence. I had no appetite at all and just took a few bites from my croissant so nobody would notice.

I was glad when I finally escaped the table and fled to the kitchen. I couldn’t look at Y/N any longer. Right when I put my dirty plate into the dishwasher she entered the room to put the milk back into the fridge. My body stiffened, awkwardness hung in the air. I didn’t know how to act around my best friend anymore, but like I told her yesterday: I didn’t want to be just friends.

“Can you pass me the glass to your left?” Y/N asked, distance in her voice.

Did last night never happen?

“Sure.” I just mumbled. When I gave her the glass our hands touched a little bit too long. She immediately pulled away as she noticed. Her cheeks grew red and she tried to hide her face behind her hair. No eye contact. I awkwardly cleared my throat and watched her back as she nearly sprinted out of the kitchen.

What had I done? I ruined a friendship. Y/N and I used to be able to talk about anything for hours now we couldn’t even stand being in the same room for more than a minute. I could tell by her discomfort that last night did happen. She did say that she faked her nightmares just to cuddle with me. So why did she suddenly act like this? It sounded like she felt the same way yesterday. Why is that so hard to believe now? The world no longer made any sense to me.  

At around 8 pm we all started to get ready for the party. I wasn’t really keen on going. A night in, alone in my bed, blogging my sorrow away sounded way better to me than a party. I got in a cab with Phil and Y/N anyway half an hour later. She looked absolutely stunning in her dark blue dress. Her beauty didn’t make this evening any easier for me.

When we arrived at the party most guests were already there. The room was filled, music was playing and there were many snacks and drinks to choose from.  Louise greeted us with long hugs and shot us a huge smile when her eyes landed on the presents we carried.

I spotted a little couch in the back of the room and immediately knew that it was going to be my hiding spot for the day. So I sat there in silence. A lot of other youtubers came over to say hello and talk to me. Phil checked on me multiple times to ask if I was okay. I just nodded, my eyes focused on Y/N’s body. I never lost her in the crowd, I just kept following her with my eyes and dwelled in sorrow. What if I had lost her?

At least Y/N had a lot of fun from what I could see. She talked to a lot of people, danced to a few songs with Louise and her giggles filled the room ever so often. She was totally fine and I wasn’t.

“Hey Dan, are you sure you are okay?” Phil asked again visibly worried about me.

“I’m not.” I stated bluntly, watching Phil furrow his eyebrows.

“I need to get out of here.”

It was a dumb idea to even come. I wouldn’t have come if I had had the flu so why did I come with a broken heart?

I grabbed my coat and told the people that I passed on my way out that I wasn’t feeling well.

‘You should get some rest’ ‘I hope you get better soon’ were all phrases my friends told me before I was about to leave but one sentence stood out.

“Dan, can we talk?”

One foot was already out of the door when I felt somebody hold me back by my arm. Her voice was silent and soft but determined.

“I think your silence said enough.” I told her and swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Dan, please!” Y/N pleaded as I proceeded to head out of the door.

When I stepped into the cold night I noticed that she had followed me.

“Are you crazy?! No shoes, no coat. What are you thinking?”

We hadn’t even been outside for a minute and Y/n was already shivering.

“Go inside again.” I sternly told her but she just shook her head.

“Not until you talk to me!” She shouted, her socks were already soaked through since it had rained yesterday.

“You could’ve talked to me in the morning.” I couldn’t stop my voice from getting louder.

“I know!” she sighed in despair.

“Why didn’t you do it then?” I wanted to know and looked her directly into the eyes.

“I was scared okay? We never finished our conversation. I didn’t know how to act, it was all happening so fast and you didn’t say anything either!” She shouted at me, letting it all out.

I looked down at her, she was shaking even harder now.

“You could have said something. You could’ve asked me to be your girlfriend, but you didn’t.” She sounded like she was close to crying.

It only now hit me that I just blamed her when I could have acted upon it and suddenly I felt like the dumbest person on earth. I quickly striped off my jacket and wrapped it around her frame.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled devastated.

She just shook her head. “That’s not what I want to hear.” I small smile appeared on her beautiful face and it took me a little while to figure out what she meant.

As soon as I caught on to what she intended a huge smile spread across my face as well.

“Y/N, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Adrenaline rushed through my body when I leaned down instead of waiting for an answer. She couldn’t help but blush and I could hear the sound of my heart pounding inside my chest. She looked deeply into my eyes, our heads were now the same level. I waited for her to lean in to make sure that she actually wanted this. And she did. My heart seemed to stop beating when she got so close that I could smell her sweet perfume.

Finally, our lips crashed together. Hers were so warm against mine. My blood flowed rapidly to my cheeks, making my face as red as ever. She pulled her hands up high to my shoulders and wrapped them around my neck. I put my hands down to her waist while pulling her closer to my chest. In the end, I was hers and she was mine and all thanks to a wet dream and a nightmare.

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I was going to have the first bit of footage I showed to the world be the trailer, but with Net Neutrality in jeopardy, it’s probably better to start showing stuff sooner rather than later.  Plus, you guys are cool, so… why not?

This is just a collection of almost-finished FX shots I put together and slapped some sound on.  As you can see in posts below, I’ve been working on getting the full-sized bus set ready while I wait on the final puppets to come in.  Until those last pieces are in place, I’ve just been working on vehicle FX and getting my ducks in a row.

Most of these shots are from an early sequence where our heroes are escaping Beverly Holes Maximum Security Prison.  The prison itself is in the last long shot.  Nothing is final, so don’t get clingy.

More to come!

Phichit And Yuuri’s Friendship

I’m so out of my mind but I can’t wait for the actual development or reveal of how their friendship formed so here are my thoughts. Okay, recall back that:

So like, how else would Yuuri and Phichit became friends unless it was Phichit who made the first move right? And in the first ep, Phichit appeared as a 3-second shot in reaction towards Yuuri’s video going viral:

And the people who were shown to react to the video held a somewhat strong / respectful bond (the newscaster, Minako, Phichit) or an ‘eventual’ bond (Yurio, Victor) with Yuuri.

So, Phichit’s bond with Yuri is so important that they even animated his short scene in the first ep JUST to show how supportive / happy he was to finally hear about Yuuri after last year’s competition. And the thing is, Phichit cares A LOT. Not only was he happy to have Yuuri video call him but he even said he left Detroit cuz Yuuri wasn’t there anymore. 

Skating or training in a foreign country was no longer fun for him because Yuuri wasn’t with him omg 

What if, Phichit already saw in Yuuri what Victor did? What if he already realized what Yurio realized when he lost in the Onsen on Ice? Can you imagine the amount of respect Phichit has for Yuuri despite Yuuri having so little confidence at the time? What if the first time Phichit saw Yuuri skate was in the wee hours of the morning / late at night all alone on the skating rink, dancing and skating the programs he was supposed to do well in? 

Because the reason Yuuri flunked last year was due to his (pressure binge eating and) dog’s passing, HIS BELOVED DOG. And while most people saw Yuuri fall and fail, Phichit still knows how good Yuuri is cuz they trained together and he’s seen Yuuri perfect those programs before. I MEAN CMON, YUURI EVEN MADE IT TO THE GRAND PRIX FINALS FOR GODSAKE THATS INCREDIBLE

And Yuuri being comfortable enough to video call Phichit shows how far they’ve actually come while practicing together in Detroit and that is absolutely beautiful! Yuuri could even reminisce with Phichit about the music that girl composed because they were close enough for Yuuri to even WANT to share that information. Their friendship is so pure and I’m just so happy Yuuri has Phichit ;;3;; I hope this topic will be touched again when they fight off in the China Cup. 

These two should totally meet up asap because I NEED TO SEE YUURI BEING HAPPY WITH A FRIEND HE MADE WHILE HE WAS AWAY FROM HOME

Over at Code Switch, our pal Tanya Ballard Brown takes a look at a new book of essays by fans of FLOTUS:

Over the past eight years, Michelle Obama — a former attorney with degrees from Princeton and Harvard universities — has dealt with a lot of cheap (and often mean) shots lobbed in her direction. But while she has her detractors, this first black first lady is widely admired — and not just for her famously defined arms (they even have their own Tumblr).

So it’s not surprising that, in these last days of disco for the Obama administration, a few fans of the first lady would share their love for her in the just-released book, The Meaning of Michelle: 16 Writers on the Iconic First Lady and How Her Journey Inspires Our Own, a collection of essays edited by author Veronica Chambers.

Find the full story here.

– Petra

Delete That Immediately (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

This is my first modern AU! I typically write all my stories in the correct time period, but I figured “deleting” something wouldn’t be applicable to any 1700s-1800s scenario. Enjoy! Brace yourself for the fluff :) 

You finally set the last small box on your dresser. Finally, you were completely moved in. You had just recently bought a house with your boyfriend, Thomas Jefferson, and had spent the last two days moving all of your personal belongings and furniture. All of the large items and daily necessities were unpacked and in their position, and the only thing you had left to go through was the small box of knick knacks and personal items. You grabbed the scissors sitting on the bed to split the tape sealing the final box, when you heard footsteps coming up the staircase. 

You turned to see Thomas, casually dressed in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, lugging a small box of books with him.

“This should be the last one.” he said, while placing the box next to a small shelf, designated for books. “We’re completely done.”

“That’s hard to believe.” you stated, remembering how enormous the pile of boxes looked in the moving van. “I can’t believe this is our home now.”

“Are you not happy with it?”

“No, no. It’s just that we just took a pretty big step together.” you explained.

Thomas crept up behind you and wrapped his arms over your shoulders, before planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m glad that we did.” he mumbled into your hair.

You stood there for awhile. Just enjoying each other’s presence and coming to terms with the fact that you had made an enormous commitment.

“You know,” Thomas suddenly started, “this is our place now.”

He moved his head down to gently nibble on the top of your ear.

“We can do whatever we want in it.” he suggested as his hands slowly moved over your breasts.

You slid your way out of his arms.

“Not now, I still have a box to unpack. I’d like to get this done and over with, babe.”

He shrugged.

“Maybe tonight, then?”

You smiled.

“Tonight.” you said with a definite tone.

His phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket. He reached back and grabbed it. An annoyed look fell over his face.

“Who else but James. I have to respond to this.”

He laid down on the freshly-made bed, propped his head up on the pillow, and began typing away. You sighed. Thomas could never seem to catch a break.

You then returned back to the small box. Most of it was just small, decorative pieces, candles, or pages of sheet music. Then, in the very bottom corner of the box, was another small container. You gently removed it, before cutting it open with the scissors. Upon opening the flaps of the box, you immediately recognized the items. Small toys and other memories of your childhood. You smiled as you went through all the items. Your mother must have snuck these in while you were busy packing. You then came across a small, wooden jewelry box. As you lifted the lid, you saw the small, light pink bows your mother had made for you as a child, that you had worn when you were just a baby. You looked at them, turning them over and remembering all of the fond memories of your mother getting your hair ready in the morning before some special event, tying your favorite pink ribbons in.

“What’ve you got there?” Thomas interrupted.

“Ah, nothing.” you said, turning to face him.

He had already returned to texting James, and in concentration, ran his fingers through his abundance of brown, frizzy, natural hair.

An idea popped into your head.

“Hey, James?”

He looked up.

“Mind if I put these in your hair?” you asked as you extended the box of ribbons out to him.

He laughed, and returned to typing. 

You walked to the bed, sitting down next to him, still holding the box.

“Come on, please?”

He looked up at you again, giving you an “are-you-serious” look.

“It’ll be fun, come on.” you tried again.

He sighed.

“The things I do for love.”

You cheered, climbed onto the bed and straddled him. Sitting gently on abdomen, you began to separate his hair into segments.

“It’s kind of hard for me to finish my conversation with James while you’re on top of me.”

“Oh shut up,” you responded, as you clipped the first bow into place.

“Just pretend I’m not even here.”

“That’s pretty difficult.” he said, placing his hand on your hip.

You continued placing the bows in his hair, trying not to laugh as he held an “I-can’t-believe-I’m-actually-putting-up-with-this” expression. 

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

You snapped the final bows into his hair, then sat back to admire your work.

You clasped your hand over your mouth to keep the giggles from escaping as you witnessed a very grumpy man adorning a myriad of light pink ribbons in his hair. He looked like a show cat.

“How do I look?”

You, still trying (and failing) to hold back your laughter waltzed over to the dresser, picked up your hand mirror, and handed it to him. Upon viewing himself, he immediately sat up, causing his phone to slide off of his lap.

“My God…” 

You couldn’t take it anymore. You finally succumbed to your laugh attack, with tears forming in your eyes.

You watched as Thomas was rotating his head, still looking at himself in the mirror, trying to take in the entirety of what you had just done to his hair.

“(Y/N), I look like a Christmas Bush.”

You, still laughing, climbed back onto the bed.

“I think you look handsome.” you giggled.

As he continued to check himself out, you noticed the phone laying on the sheets of the bed.

You grinned at an idea.

You slowly slid your hand across the sheets, and seized the phone before Thomas could notice. Then, in a flash, you whipped open the camera app and took a picture. 

It was a fantastic picture, with your boyfriend seeming to be admiring himself in the hand mirror with little girl bows laced in his hair.

Unfortunately for you, the phone made a camera click as you shot the picture. 

Jefferson immediately directed his attention to you, realizing what had just been done.

“Delete that immediately.”

You giggled, scooched off the bed and ran down the hall.

“DO NOT SEND THAT TO ANYONE!” Thomas yelled, hot on your heels.

You opened up his conversation with James, adding the photo attachment. Before you could hit send, two arms enveloped your waist and lifted you off the ground.

You let out a playful squeal as Thomas carried you down the hallway and back into the bedroom. He then tossed you onto the bed, and started wrestling you. 

“Give it up, (Y/N)!”

“No!” you laughed as he straddled you and pinned your arms down.

“Come one, hand it over,” he said, gesturing to the phone with his eyes.

Your stomach hurt from laughing as you writhed in his grip.

Finally he used his hand to uncurl your fingers from his device. He snatched it from you.

“Now, how do I remove this attachment?”

“Press the little blue button.” you suggested.

He pressed it, and then realization dawned on him. He dropped the phone onto the bed rubbed his face with his hands in aggravation. Glancing over at the screen, you saw a little grey box reading:

MESSAGE SENT

“What am I going to do with you…” he muttered into his hands, still straddling you.

“Thank me for your makeover?”

He rolled off of you, and laid down next to you.

“I’ll be the laughing stock of the office tomorrow.”

“You’ll live.”

You both laid on the bed in silence. His hand moved over to yours, and your fingers joined.

“Even though you can be a pain sometimes, I’m glad we did this.” he confessed.

You suddenly realized how your entire relationship was about to change. You would depend on each other now, and have to work through problems together.

“No more room mates, or parents, or landlords. Just us.” you realized out loud. 

He rolled over to you and placed a firm kiss on your cheek.

“There’s no one else I’d rather be alone with…”

Last First Kiss. Part 2. (Peter Parker.)

Requested – Yes. Thank you so much for that, by the way!

Prompt – Confused about the talk with Spiderman, you took his advice and did not give up on Peter Parker.

Warning – Feels.

Words – 1,386.

Requests?

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I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

Is this where it gets me, the coming light a hundred feet ahead of me

I see it coming, I can’t run or fire my gun, just let it be

There is no beat, no melody

Cassian, my first love, my recent enemy

May be the last face I ever see

If I throw away my shot, will you remember me? 

What if the Death Star is my legacy?


Legacy? What is a legacy? 

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. 

I started the story that some one will tell for me, 

Rebellion, you great unfinished song, you sent for me

You let me make a difference 

In a place where even orphan soldiers indifferent 

to the Rebellion can leave their fingerprints and Rise Up!

I’m running out of time. I’m running, and my time’s up

Wise up! Eyes up!

I catch a glimpse of the other side. 

Bodhi leads a soldier’s chorus from the other side. 

My father’s on the other side. 

He’s with my mother on the other side. 

Chirrut and Baze are watching from the other side. 


Teach me how to say goodbye


Rise up, rise up, rise up

Cassian, my love take your time

I’ll see you on the other side 

Raise a glass to freedom

Who’s this?

A/N: This is the first backstory to my series imagine rewrite (I really gotta think of a better name for this). It could also just be taken as a one-shot, whichever floats your boat.

Dean’s age-12

Sam’s age-8

Reader’s age-newborn baby

Middle & bottom gif is from google search

Originally posted by campbellsaunders

“Boys stay in the car for another minute, there’s something I need to talk about with you.” John says to the boys while putting the impala in park next to Bobby’s truck. He was beginning to regret waiting until the last minute to tell the boys about the newest edition to the family.

“Everything okay Dad?” Dean asked from the passenger seat.

“Yeah Dean, everything’s fine, it’s just…do you boys remember Meredith Porter? I went on a few hunts with her in the past.” John asked his boys.

“Yeah Dad of course we remember her. She always cooks real food whenever she’s around; she’s the one who taught Dean how to grill at that one motel that had the outdoor rec. area.” Sam smiled at the memory of acting like a normal family.

“Why do you ask Dad? Did something happen to her?” Dean asked his father with concern written all over his face.

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It has been 1 year since I’ve started my transition. Felt like it was last week when I got my first shot of testosterone. I remember I was so excited/scared that day. I had my nurse help me with my first shot and I walked back into my car after it was done and I just sat in the car with a huge smile for a few minutes. When it came to my self, (my core, my body,) I’ve learned to love where there is room to hate. I don’t believe in a God, but I secretly thank him every night I look into the mirror. I just want to say that I am extremely grateful for this journey and this life. I don’t hang around on social media as much as before because I’ve been busy putting my time into my job, my personal life, my workout, and all these little things which I am trying to work on, achieve, and be better at on a daily basis. I didn’t know that I would get so preoccupied like this. I just feel like time is running out. I only have 1 life to live. This sense of urgency… Is that what motivation is? I don’t know. It just feels really good to wake up every morning. I guess I’m still trying to put into words what all of this means. I am just really grateful. Really excited. Really humbled by the journey.

Grateful for each and every one of you and your messages. I read them all.

Cheers to a new year and my first year.

We Can Feel So Far (From So Close) (1/2)

Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.

This is the first of a two shot that I finally decided to post after having it sit in my Google Docs since last summer. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this first part!

Rated T | Word count: 8139 | Also on AO3 and FF.net


There’s an old quote that says something along the lines of “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” That you don’t realize just how much you love someone until they’re no longer around.

When Emma would come across phrases like that a few years ago, she would typically roll her eyes and mutter some kind of sarcastic remark, all while trying not to dwell on the fact that there probably would never be someone for her to love like that.

But of course, that was before she met Killian. And everything changed.

They meet on a Thursday night, under unusual circumstances. Emma had moved into her new apartment that afternoon, a simple one bedroom in Boston that was more than enough space for her and the small amount of items in her possession. The whole day had been a disaster from the get go. First thing that morning, her previous landlord accused her of not paying the last month’s rent, and threatened to sue if he didn’t get it immediately. (The look on his face when he realize he was in the wrong was priceless. And he wondered why she was moving out of his crappy building.) Then, the movers she could barely afford to hire wound up taking her furniture to the wrong apartment complex on the other side of Boston. By the time the fiasco had been taken care of, it was nearly the end of the day. Saying she was exhausted was an understatement.

Emma stands in the middle of the living room, observing the chaos that was now her new home. She may have brought a small number of things with her, but most of said things were still in boxes, scattered around on the floor and waiting to be put away. She’d unpacked a box of clothes solely to dig out her favorite Batman pajamas, leaving the rest piled up in the corner of her bedroom. Just something else that could wait until tomorrow when she wasn’t both starving and sleep deprived.

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The Exploding Human

I just finished watching the latest Naruto Shippuden episode, and gosh! I can’t get enough of it! When is the next episode coming out? I can’t wait for next week. Ugh!

And because I was overjoyed, I decided to do a review about the episode. Well, just writing about what I liked about it. And some screen shots, of course.

First of all, I love that everyone is on their The Last appearance.


And I love seeing Kakashi as a working Hokage. I hope to see more of him in this state. Way to go, Lord Sixth!


And then, everyone appears, and they’re all grown up! Yay! It just made me so happy.

And not only that. I also get to see Kurama, whom I really missed a lot. Haha!


I also loved the fact that Hinata seems to be more confident around Naruto. Way to go, Girl!

I just don’t get it when she suddenly fainted after doing the Gentle Fist. Is it really that chakra-draining technique? Good thing, Naruto is there to… catch her whenever she falls. Hihi!

And what’s amazing is that everyone seems to like it. Another ‘Hihi!’ for that one.


And this scene!

Wahhhh! I so love Kakashi!


So, this story is all about Sasuke, huh? Is that why he’s so good looking on this episode?

I didn’t read the novel so I don’t know what will happen. And it just makes me more excited! Will Sasuke come back to the Hidden Leaf? Will he see Sakura and how she had become more beautiful now? Ugh! I really can’t wait. I think I’ll have a lot of Naruto daydreams until the next episode comes.