this movie is messing with my brain

i like you (this is a problem)

“Here’s the thing-” Lily said, marching into the pub and pulling out a stool.


“We’re closed.” James interrupted without looking up from wiping down the bar.

“I want a dog.” Lily barrelled on without hearing him. “But my landlord doesn’t allow pets so I was wondering-“

“I’m not getting a fucking dog for you.” James said firmly.

Lily blinked at him. “I was going to ask if you thought it was morally wrong to raise it in my air-vent.” There was a silence. James was caught between hoping she wasn’t serious and knowing that she was. “Your idea seems better.” Lily admitted.

“Really. Talk me through that, is it because there is no animal abuse involved?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of then you’d have to clean up the poo, but the no animal abuse is also good.”


“Y’know” Sirius was lying on top of the bar, waving around a beer and staring at the ceiling. Nobody looked up. “I always thought once we owned a bar we would spend a solid 60% percent of our time drunk, and that hasn’t happened.” 

Remus, still wiping down tables, said “I shudder to think what you’d be like on your own.”

“Since we bought the bar we spend more time drunk than we used to?” Peter consoled, baffled.

Sirius sat up. “I would say we spent about 15% percent of our time drunk before the bar, and after the bar we spend about 25%. That is an increase of only ten percent.”

“Where are you pulling these numbers from?” Lily asked while holding the ladder for James, who was avoiding the dishwasher by pretending to fix the squeaky window.

“On top of being an excellent barman I double as a statistician.”

“You are neither of those things.” Remus said. Sirius glared.

“Fuck you Moony. At school you were always saying I didn’t do enough math, and here I am, doing math, and you’re abusing me.”

Remus threw a dishtowel at him and gestured to the kitchen. “Go unstack the dishwasher.”

“Fantastic.” Sirius said, throwing his hands in the air. “This is what I get for my brief foray into math. Insulted and unloading dishes.” He jumped off the bar and mockingly gave Remus’ back the finger. James laughed.


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i can’t focus on things for long. my brain doesn’t let me. if i need to focus, i need to move. my leg has to bounce, i need to fidget.

i can never finish what i started. tasks I start off excited about quickly get left behind in favour of new, more stimulating things.

i need to have a million things going on to feel satisfied. music and a book, a game and a movie, i have to have constant stimuli of every kind.

everything is a distraction. noise, lights, etc. even without physical distractions, my brain wanders off. i have to re-tune in to things, often after several minutes.

i never know when to shut up. i try, but it’s hard. and i always interrupt people. i hate waiting for turns, i need to be engaged constantly. listening to other’s is a struggle.

organizing is impossible. my room is always a mess, no matter how much i want to clean it. i lose everything constantly: my phone, my keys, my wallet, the remote, my pen. everything.

if i don’t like it, i can’t do it. even if i have to. if i like it, focusing is easier, but my attention still waivers.

some days are worse. some days, my brain is jumping from activity to activity. staying on tasks i usually enjoy wont happen. sitting still is impossible. when i can’t move or i feel bored, i get extremely frustrated and angry. everything in me wants to scream.

i always forget to do things i need to. notes and reminders don’t help. i have needed to pay my brighthouse bill for 2 months and i still haven’t.

i got so frustrated in class when i couldnt focus that i had to leave and i cried in the hallway. this isnt a first.

in elementary school, id read instead of paying attention in class because my books could hold my attention and didnt make me restless.

in middle school, i doodled instead of paying attention. i almost failed algebra because i couldn’t focus on the content. somehow i got a 5/5 on the exam.

i cried in the shower tonight because my brain doesn’t work.
this sucks.

I don’t often think about fancasts and stuff, but sometimes something good drops into your brain and it just happens to be a thing you don’t usually think about so you think about it anyway. I was talking to tumblr-user @deandominos and a thing happened, so…

The thing is this:

Locke Lamora movie or high budget miniseries adaptation – with my preference being for the latter because book-to-movie dealios are so likely to streamline things to death and mess with pacing – with Locke played by Riz Ahmed. And possibly Jean Tannen played by Howard Charles, please.

I mean…look at this appropriately pointy and chameleonic, unremarkable and yet remarkable boy.

And then there’s just…

Yeah.

anonymous asked:

are you excited about the soukoku movie akutagawaprize-senpai

I’m excited about the movie, yes, but despite the first poster revealed showing only Dazai and Chuuya, I am still convinced it is not a “soukoku movie”. Since the Dazai featured here is post-Dark Era Dazai, there is no good reason why Atsushi and the rest of the Agency members won’t be featured. Even though it’s a production that will make use of an original story, I want to believe Asagiri will supervise the staff so that the plot won’t stray too far from the original one.

By the way, I’ve always thought 55 minutes would have made fine movie material, though I can’t claim to not know the reason why they didn’t go with it.

Ragethirst highlights: City of Darkness

You guys.

You guys.

I honestly don’t know if I can do this movie justice. There was just. So Much™ going on. But I will try.

Also, shout out to Chuch’s brother, who bravely joined us for his first ever Ragethirst and somehow managed to keep up with us. Truly a worthy soul.

  • We begin our journey with the villain nutting to Wagner-esque music. We know he’s a villain because he listens to classical and waxes rhapsodic about wine. (He didn’t actually nut, but suffice to say we know what Collin Chou’s O-face looks like.)
  • His #1 henchman is basically Chinese Snape with more scimitars per square inch.
  • While Snape is busy killing people, the villain offs a guy with… an ice cube. (The victim wet himself, we crossed piss off the kink bingo. Not five minutes in.)
  • Cut to a K-pop looking boy (Joe about pissed herself) aggressively playing guitar. He runs afoul of more villains, plays the guitar at them, kicks everyone’s asses, and runs into a herd of cyclists to escape.
  • Listen. I lost track of the “plot” right about here. Basically all I can do is give you random highlights of things that happened from then on, but don’t expect any of this to make sense.
  • Donnie’s at the supermarket shopping for his cop boyfriend, who’s talking to him on the phone. Donnie scolds him that he wants to make him some good food for once because Pen only eats crap stuff. (Seriously, you expect us to read them as straight?)
  • Guys with machine guns burst into the supermarket. Donnie tells Pen they’re making a movie, holds the phone up to one of the bad guys, realizes they’re not making a movie, and proceeds to kick ass.
  • Random point of interest: Donnie wears tracksuits almost exclusively throughout and I hate that he looks so good in them.
  • Pen, aka cop bf, shows up as the villains have two people hostage and he and Donnie proceed to Road to El Dorado them. 
  • This is getting long already, Read More it is.

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dem-gabriel-tho  asked:

I'm so ashamed of myself, I started crying because my phone was being a little slow and was struggling to open tumblr

So I was gunna stay off here a bit today but I saw this and I knew it needed to go in the #Georgia speaks.

There is no shame in feeling overwhelmed. Take me crying over rotten lettuce as an example.

Sometimes we are wrestling with so much that a thinly little thing like a rotten lettuce or a slow phone can seem like the end of the world. Crushing down and making it hard to breathe and pulling tears of frustration out of us at the slightest provocation.

I hope you feel better soon darling and if you need a distraction or someone to talk to please feel free to send me a message.

iridescent

Summary: “You know, my boy. Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, and some in gloss…But every once in a while, you find someone who’s iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.”

A/N: Loosely based on the movie (and book of the same name), Flipped. Summary and title taken from the book. No copyright intended. Written for the @staliasecretsurprises​ Easter Bunny event. Special gift for @celestallison who said she loved aus, childhood friends turned soulmates, and when Stiles and Malia protect each other. Happy Easter, Samantha! I hope you had a great Easter and that you enjoy your Easter Bunny Surprise! Special thanks to @staliasupportsfeminism for all her wonderful work organizing and keeping the Stalia love alive. Apologies in advance for the messed up tenses. I wrote most of it in past tense, but when it came to the home stretch my brain started thinking in present tense, and it completely screwed me over. I’ve tried my best to fix any mistakes I’ve made but I’m sure there have been some that have slipped through. 

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Gone With the Wind

So I totally messed this up. I, for some reason, thought @kittenofdoomage‘s Movie Quote Challenge ran until January 31st … which turned out to not be the case at all. But this idea had been burning in my brain ever since I got my prompt, and I feel like today, the 77th anniversary of Gone With the Wind, is a poetic kind of culmination. Sorry this is so late, but I hope you guys enjoy.

RATING: Mature
WORD COUNT: 4478
CHARACTERS: John Winchester, female reader, Sarah Blake, Donna Hanscum (mentioned), Bobby Singer (mentioned), minor original unnamed characters
WARNINGS: THIS IS AN AU–characters are actors on the set of Gone With the Wind in the late 1930s; language, angst

PROMPT: “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

Originally posted by another-dimension666

Originally posted by classic-black-white

It was the last day for you on the movie set, and you couldn’t be happier. The past months had been nothing short of a roller coaster, and you’d be damned if you’d do another film for a good long while after this one.

Of course, this wasn’t just a regular movie. No, this was an epic tale of times long past, and somehow certain to give America the hope it needed in such dark times.

You stared into your teacup, letting out a breath. At the sound of something behind you, you lifted your head, looking into the mirror of your vanity, which gave a perfect view of the door behind you.

“Miss Y/N? They’re ready for you in makeup.”

You smiled at the young man who’d knocked lightly on your trailer door. You stood up, taking one last sip from your cup of tea, then sliding your feet into a pair of slippers and following the boy out to the makeup trailer. You faltered just a bit when you passed by his trailer, doing your best to keep looking forward instead of at him. He was standing outside the trailer door, a white shirt on with his brown pants and suspenders, hair tousled like he’d just woken up, which …

“Excuse me, what time is it?”

The young boy in front of you looked at his wrist.

“Half past eight, ma’am.”

You nodded. He had just woken up. Which meant the cigarette he was currently smoking was his first of the day. You quietly coughed into your hand, more to clear your head than your lungs, and stepped into the makeup trailer. Sarah walked over to you, a wide smile on her face, dark hair pulled back and twisted up.

“Last day, Y/N. You ready?”
“God, yes. I’m ready to get this over with.”
“You’re not going to miss us?”

You gave Sarah a smile.

“Oh, honey. Of course I will. You, I’ll miss terribly.”

She didn’t comment on your emphasis on the word “you,” immediately picking up on what you left unsaid. She went to say something, but the door opened, and by the look on her face, you kept looking straight ahead.

“Good morning, ladies.”

Your eyes drifted shut at the deep, raspy voice that rang through the trailer. Sarah, you knew, was smiling, because she was kind.

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Update!

Part 3 of Knotted: Here and Now has updated!
Chapter 3: Going Native

Summary: Zim hadn’t realized he had his arms wrapped tightly around himself until he saw the other, until he felt compelled to stand straight and tall. He watched the human look him over, dark eyes searching him for any sign of harm before meeting his gaze. He was calm and concerned and determined. Zim was a mess.

Notes:

I literally don’t know why my brain decides to switch from past to present tense during writing but it does. I tried to fix it as best I could but if some of the wording is weird, that’s why.

Anyways, sorry for taking so long with this. Been struggling a bit with life and junk and I had college to contend with plus a serious lack of motivation and sudden re ignition of love for harry potter fanfiction.

Congrats, silly fandom on the news of a tv movie!!! ily all thanks for the delightful comments. each one means the world to me!

Read on AO3. 

Just finished Neon Genesis Evangelion, End of Evangelion, and all the rebuild movies in about two weeks. I feel like I need a long shower and an even longer nap…my brain is pretty much pudding at this point. 

I think I like the original show best, it was just brilliant (in a dirty, messed-up kind of way). Shinji and Asuka have such an…interesting relationship. 

Edit: a few people politely pointed out that it’s “dummkopf” not “dummkoph”…thank you! Clearly German is not a language I’m all that familiar with :)

Single Father [Justin Bieber Imagine]

It was a pretty relaxing afternoon for you. It was Friday and you, thankfully, had the day off so you were using the time to catch up on some shows and do the things that you enjoyed doing in your spare time. You slept most of the morning and after taking a long shower you made yourself something to eat and curled up on the couch. Now the food was long gone and so was your brain as you neared the end of the latest episode of your favorite tv show. You couldn’t even collect your thoughts at the end of it because your phone began to ring, taking advantage of your short attention span. There was a picture of your close friend, Justin, and his adorable daughter on the screen so you knew you had to answer it.

“Hello?” you answered.

“You know you’re the best, right?” he spoke into the phone. You rolled your eyes, knowing better than to just take this random compliment blindly. He wanted something and even though you didn’t know what it was you knew he was desperate if he called you with that line.

“What do you want, Jay?” You repositioned yourself on your couch and balanced your phone between your ear and shoulder as you waited for a response.

“Well, you know that date I have tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, with uh-” you snapped as you tried to remember the girl’s name. “-Lena, right?” you asked.

“Yeah, Lena. My babysitter just cancelled on me so I was wondering if you could watch Brielle for me. You know I would never ask this if I didn’t absolutely need you right now. If you’re busy, that’s fine, I’ll just cance-”

“When do you ever go on a date, Jay? You’re not cancelling. Bring that little cutie over here and we’ll have a girl’s night while you’re on your date.” you told him.

“Really? Are you sure?” You could hear his level of happiness rising in his voice.

“Of course. When is it ever a problem for me to watch Bri? Get ready for your date and drop her off on the way.” you told him.

“Okay, thank you so much. I’ll start getting ready now.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. Once you did you immediately got up to clean up your house a little bit and gather a couple of things for you and Brielle to do. You always had materials for some kind of fun project or activity for the two of you to do when she came over. It’s always the kind of stuff that you wished your parents and babysitters did with you as a kid, instead of just putting in a movie or turning on the tv and leaving you to watch that while they did whatever else in another room. It’s the kind of cool, fun stuff that occupies a child’s brain and tires them out so they’ll fall asleep easier and have a great night’s rest.

By the time you gathered all the materials and changed into something you didn’t care about messing up, the doorbell was ringing in the annoying fashion that Justin always rang your doorbell in. You rolled your eyes and walked to the front door to open it.

“I swear you’re going to blow out my bell one day.” you said as you opened the door wide and stepped to the side, letting them in and closing the door once they were.

“It can always be fixed.” he said with a smile. He reached out his arms to hug you, but you swerved him, going straight for the little angel in front of him.

“Hi, Brielle! How’s the cutest girl ever?!” you greeted her. Her adorable smile adorned her face and she laughed as you picked her up and hugged her. “You’re so big now. I always forget you’re not a little baby anymore.” you said, putting her down.

“Daddy says I’m a big girl now.” she told you.

“You are a big girl. Probably too big to hang out with me, huh?” you asked, pouting.

“No! I love hanging out with you!” Brielle said, making both you and Justin laugh.

“Well, good, because I have a lot of fun stuff for us to do in the other room while daddy’s gone.” A loud gasp escaped Brielle’s lips before she ran into the room where you two always did activities. Both you and Justin shared another laugh. You turned in the direction of the room and tried to walk away until Justin grabbed your wrist, making you turn around.

“So Bri gets a hug and I don’t?” he asked. You playfully rolled your eyes and let him pull you into a tight embrace as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“How is it possible that you’re a bigger baby that your five year old daughter?” you said after he released you. He bumped into you as you walked down the hallway and you laughed at his childish gesture.

When you both got into the room, you saw that Brielle was at the table full of goodies, looking over everything even though most of the stuff made no sense to her because it wasn’t exactly kid stuff even though it’d make something that is.

“Woah. What are you two going to do while I’m gone?” Justin asked.

“We’re making slime.” you said.

“Slime?! Ewwww.” Brielle said, making you laugh.

“Yes, slime! But pretty, girly slime not icky, daddy slime.” you told her.

“Heeeey!” Justin said, making you and Bri both laugh. “I’ll be back to get her tonight, okay?”

“Are you sure you’ll be.. free.. tonight?” you asked, with one eyebrow rose and a smirk on your lips. His face turned a light pink-ish shade of red and he scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh, no.. I will definitely be free tonight.” His statement ended with an awkward laugh. Normally he isn’t so weird about this topic, but you figured he was just nervous for his date tonight since he hasn’t been on one in so long.

“Well, you look nice. I’m sure the date will go well.”

“Hopefully…” he trailed off.

“Well, you’ll never know if you don’t get out of here!” you said, laughing. “Brielle is in great hands, go have some fun.” You pushed him towards the door until he started to move his feet on his own.

“You’re the best, y/n.” He opened the door and turned around to give you a kiss on the cheek. He sprinted out the door afterwards and you watched to make sure he got in the car safely before you closed and locked the door and went back in the room to see what Brielle was getting herself into.

When you walked into the room she was sitting on the floor in front of your little coffee table. Her eyes were fixed on the tv and she seemed to be in a daze as the latest episode of your favorite show played again. You turned it off, not knowing if Justin would be okay with his little girl watching the program. Her head snapped towards you and you smiled at her.

“You ready to make some slime, cutie?” you asked her. She smiled and nodded her head excitedly. You sat down at the table next to her and grabbed the two bottles of clear glue, pouring half of one in your bowl and half of the other in hers. “Okay, now, we get to pick whatever color glitter we want.” you said, picking up the package of assorted glitters and showing Brielle. “Which ones do you want?” You watched as she pointed to three colors, light purple, pink, and blue.

“Oh, that’s gonna be pretty.” you opened the package and the bottles of glitter and gave them to her, showing her how to shake the glitter out into the glue filled bowl. After picking a few colors that you wanted, you did the same and moved the watercolor dyes so Bri could see them.

“Now you can pick some colors and we’ll stir them in.” you told her. You both picked some colors and you put them in her glue for her, not wanting to let her make too much of a mess. After adding the colors you added liquid starch and you both started to stir everything altogether. All of the colors came together and made a  pretty galaxy affect that you hoped for. Brielle smiled as the mixture changed and thickened to form slime.

“I told you it’d be pretty. Now we can pick it up and play with it.” you picked the slime up and played with it to show Bri and she mimicked you afterwards. A couple minutes of you two playing with the sticky, messy substance passed. The room was filled with her adorable laughs and some of your own.

“See, you have fun when you come over here, right?” you asked her.

“Mhm. Daddy says you’d be a good mommy.” You paused everything you were doing once she said that. It wasn’t the response you were expecting to hear from her.

“Oh, he does?”

“Yeah, but he says you don’t wanna be a mommy. So he won’t make you a mommy.” she said, completely unaware of what she was saying exactly. She was still playing with the slime, pulling it apart and smashing it back together all over the plastic that you placed on the table.

“How do you know all of this, Bri?” you asked her.

“He told grandma.”

Brielle ended up playing with that slime for a long time, way longer than you expected. You were happy she got so much enjoyment out of the activity, though. That was always your number one goal when you picked stuff for the two of you to do. You always wanted her to have the best time she could when she was with you. She had so much fun that she tired herself out and fell asleep after you cleaned her up. You put her in your bed upstairs so she would be more comfortable and you wouldn’t disturb her as you cleaned up.

Your doorbell rang once as you were finishing up your cleaning. It turned into a little more than just cleaning up the mess you and Brielle made. You had made your way into the kitchen and was cleaning the counters before you dropped everything and went to the door to see who it was. You looked through the peephole and saw Justin. You should’ve expected it to be him, but he always does the stupid doorbell thing that you hate and he didn’t this time so you didn’t really think that it’d be him. You opened the door and greeted him with a smile, letting him in before closing the door behind him.

“So, how was iiiiit?” you sing-songed as you followed him into the living room. He plopped down on the couch and looked at you with a blank expression. Your smile fell.

“That bad?” you asked, sitting next to him. He let out a sigh and rubbed both hands over his face.

“It was worse.” he said. “It’s so hard to find a girl who’s nice and likeable and fun and is also ready to be a mother figure.” he finished. He let his head rest on the back of the couch and you pouted, feeling bad for your best friend.

“Well, on the bright side, me and Bri had fun.” he looked up at you as a small smile formed on his face.

“Really? What’d you do?”

“We made slime. She played with it for a long time and when we were done she fell asleep.” you told him. Justin didn’t say anything, he just stared at you. It wasn’t a weird stare or one that made you uncomfortable. He looked at you lovingly, like he was admiring you. He did this often so it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to or felt the need to address anymore.

“We had a nice little talk about you, too.”

“A talk? About me? What’d she say?” he asked.

“She said you told Pattie that I’d be a good mom, but that I didn’t want to be a mom.. so you weren’t going to make me one. Do you know what she meant?” He looked at you for a few seconds before sighing again.

“It’s just.. you’re so good with her. I’ve told you that before.”

“That doesn’t explain everything else she said.” you told him. He took another one of his pauses before speaking again.

“Y/n, I wouldn’t even waste my time with these other girls if I felt like you were ready to be a real mom to Brielle.” he said. Even though you were expecting him to say something like that it still made your stomach do flips when he actually did. You never thought that he wanted to be with you or that the one thing holding him back from asking you out is him thinking you weren’t ready to be a mom yet.

“Why don’t you think I’m ready for that?”

“I see how much you enjoy your life. You don’t have to answer to anyone but yourself and your choices only affect you most of the time. I just didn’t think that was something you wanted.” he replied.

“You never asked me, either.” you told him. A moment of silence fell between the two of you. You never dropped your gaze on each other. It was almost intimidating.

“So, would you?” he said, breaking the silence. “Would you be up for making us more than what we are now and possibly being a stepmom?” You thought about his question as you continued to look at him. The truth is, you’ve thought about this very situation happening before. It’s been a thought a couple of times during your absentminded daydreaming. You always saw it as a good thing and something you wouldn’t mind happening.

“Yes. I would.” you told him
His eyes widened. You could tell he wasn’t expecting that answer from you.

“Uh.. then it’s a date? Tomorrow? Around six?” he asked. You nodded your head. “Okay, uh, I better get Bri so we can go now.” he said. You walked with him upstairs to get her then walked him to the door as he held her in his arms. Before he walked out, he turned around and faced you. “I guess I’ll call you tomorrow then.” he said. You chuckled how unsure he seemed all of a sudden and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Have a goodnight, Jay. Give Bri a kiss for me.” you told him. He gave you a big smile before turning around and walking out the door. You made sure him and Bri were safely in his car before you locked the door and went upstairs to plan out your outfit for your date tomorrow.

  • Brain: so I have this fic idea
  • Me: Okay
  • Brain: And it's got a really good plot
  • Me: Uh huh
  • Brain: I'm talking drama, complicated relationships, and angst all around but with a happy ending
  • Me: sounds good
  • Brain: And it's pairing two people who have never interacted ever within the show/movie/book(s) and one of them is in a canon relationship
  • Me:
  • Brain:
  • Me: WHY?!
  • Brain: JUST HERE ME OUT OKAY?!
Things often said in Psych

I’ve heard it both ways.
You know that’s true.
*singing* suck iiiiiit
*angrily calling people Jack*
*confusing hushed whispers then…* Fine!
Did my eyes just see what my brain is telling my eyes just saw?
GOOOOOOOSE!!
Hello! I am Psychic Detective Shawn Spencer and this is my partner, *not Gus’ real name*
I would rather *something totally illogical and ridiculous*
Come on, son.
This is like that scene in *movie name* where I’m *main actor* and you’re *black supporting actor*
You must be outta your damn mind!
Stop making up words, Gus.
Did you hear about Pluto? That’s messed up, right?
It’s semantics/It’s not semantics

Worth the Wait: Josh Dun

Request:  could you make one of Josh Dun, where it’s a stormy day and you guys spend it inside at your place and end up making love throughout the day, maybe a little riding Josh ending with cuddling. lol Is that okay? :)

Word count: 2,000+

Warning: NSFW

I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the light. Slowly sitting up, I looked beside me, disappointed to see empty, white bed sheets. Josh had gotten back from tour last night and I promised myself I would stay up until he got home. The night before I had bought a new lingerie set that I knew Josh would like, and I had every intention of showing him what he was missing while he was away. Unfortunately, as 11 turned into 12 and then into 3 am, I found that it got increasingly harder to keep my eyes open. Needless to say, Josh came home to his girlfriend snoring in sweatpants; which was not at all what I intended.

Rubbing my eyes, I hopped out of bed and hugged Josh’s hoodie closer to my body as I adjusted to the temperature of the room. I slowly made my way to our bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and oh boy was I looking rough. My hair was in a giant pile on top of my head with random tuffs falling in my face, and I swore I saw a trail coming out of the corner of my mouth were drool had no doubt made its escape.

“Oh man, I need a shower,” I groaned, my voice hoarse from my deep sleep.

I turned on the hot water for the shower and rid myself of Josh’s hoodie and sweats that I borrowed with no intention of returning. I still had the black lacey underwear set on underneath. No matter how many times I saw myself in it, I always marveled at the way the strappy bustier made my cleavage look perky and the black thong complimented my rear. Too bad I’d have to wait another 24 hours to show it off.

Stepping gingerly into the shower, I let the hot water wash over my body. And as much as I wanted to take my sweet time, the fact that my boyfriend, who I hadn’t seen in six months, was downstairs wasn’t lost on me. So after quickly washing my hair and body, I hopped out of the shower, now fully awake and ready to see my favorite guy.

I dried off and slipped back into the hoodie and sweats I had on before. With both Josh and I being notorious nappers, seeing each other in less than flattering pajamas and hairstyles wasn’t out of the ordinary. Regardless, I wanted to make sure I at least smelled flattering before I saw him for the first time in a half a year. Speaking of which, I grabbed my toothbrush and mouthwash and proceeded to get rid of my morning breath.

Taking a deep breath, I walked out of our shared bedroom and down the stairs. I peeked my head around the corner at the bottom of the stairs and as soon as I saw Josh standing in the kitchen I sprinted across the hardwood floor.

“Jooosssshhhhh!” I squealed.

He turned around just in time for me to run into his arms. I buried my face into his bare chest and took in his familiar scent. We embraced each other, neither of us wanting to let go. I loosened my grip around his torso, however, to take a step back and get a good look at him. Josh and I had facetimed plenty and I kept up with all of his and Tyler’s behind the scenes tour videos, so it wasn’t like his face was unfamiliar or anything, but seeing him in person was so much better than through my phone.

He was just as handsome, or even more so, as I remembered. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the soft red curls falling over his forehead, the stubble dotting his cheeks, or his toned chest- they all made my skin tingle in the best way possible.

“(Y/N), I missed you so much,” he breathed out.

I got my tip-toes and finally, after six whole months, connected our lips. Josh was the one to tilt his head and deepen the kiss, brushing his tongue across my bottom lip. Of course I opened my mouth slightly, eager to feel what I had gone without while he was away. When it came to intimacy, Josh and I were nowhere near conservative and masturbation was almost a necessity when he was on tour, but facetime-sex was not even close to the real thing.

We separated for air, “I’m sorry I didn’t wait up for you. I meant to, but I just got really tired and-”

Josh chuckled, “It’s okay, (Y/N). I didn’t expect you to; I didn’t even get home until, like, 4 am.”

“I know, I know. I just wanted to surprise you. But it’s alright, I’ll make it up to you, we can go out and do whatever you want.” He raised his eyebrows at me, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

He wordlessly gestured behind me, towards the back door. I slowly turned my head and looked out the glass doors. Disappointed at what I saw, I let out a heavy sigh. I had apparently failed to notice the rain falling from the sky in gallons. No way were we going anywhere in that mess.

“Well great, that kinda puts a damper on things,” I looked up at Josh.

“It’s okay babe, we can just watch a movie or something.”

“No, Josh. You are not spending your first day back from tour on the couch. I’ll think of something…” I trailed off, racking my brain for fun things to do.

Movie? No. Board game? Definitely not. Maybe we could-

I gasped, “Oh! Josh I know what we can do!”

Josh chuckled at my enthusiasm, “Yeah? What do you suggest?”

I smirked at him, “It’s a surprise.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, but before he could question me any further I pecked him on the lips and turned back towards the stairs. As much as I wanted to stay in his arms, I was eager to show him my surprise. I was going to save the “unveiling” for tonight, but what better for Josh to do than me?

I anxiously poured myself back into the black number that still smelt like the perfume I was wearing last night. Removing the hair-tie from my hair, I watched it fall from the top of my head. I fixed it so it looked effortlessly sexy. Finishing with my favorite black nylon thigh high stockings, I smiled at my reflection in the mirror before prancing downstairs.

Stopping halfway down the stairs, I called out to Josh, “Josh? Close your eyes… are they closed?”

“Yes they are definitely closed.”

I sighed, Josh was good at a lot of things, but lying wasn’t one of them, “Joshua! Close your eyes!”

“Okay, okay, fine they’re closed!”

I smiled to myself and walked downstairs. I was met with Josh, standing in the middle of the living room, with his big hands covering his eyes.

“Okay, you can open them,” I said slowly.

Josh removed his hands and opened his eyes. I stood there, waiting to see his reaction. His lips parted as he took in my appearance.

“Oh… wow, baby, uh… wow,” he breathed out.

I smiled and walked over to him, “You like it?”

He nodded quickly, “Yeah- yeah, I do.”

“I wanted to surprise you with it last night, but… you know.”

Josh brought me into his arms and kissed me, “It was worth the wait.” He mumbled into my lips.

I pulled away from the kiss, “Don’t speak to soon,” I smiled up at him.

Josh trailed his hands down my sides and along the curve of my hips, his hands coming to rest on my bum. He splayed out his hands and pulled me into him. The sudden movement created a lovely friction in a place that had been neglected for far too long.

Grabbing the back of his neck with one hand, I pulled Josh into a heated kiss. My other hand, however, had different intentions. I trailed my manicured finger down his chest and down to the waistband of his sweats. Feeling Josh smirk into the kiss gave me the courage to dip my hand into his sweats and palm him over his boxers.

“Sweats and boxers? Who are you?” I whispered in his ear.

Josh let out a groan, “I know, classy right?”

He hummed and held onto my wrist, “If you keep that up I’m going to cum in my boxers.”

I removed my hand and giggled, “Sorry, I just really, really missed this.”

The red-haired boy nodded and dipped his head to connect his lips with my exposed cleavage, leaving marks in his wake. He traveled all the way from my chest up to my neck. It might’ve been a while since we’d had sex, but Josh clearly still knew my body just as well as he did before he went off on tour. He found my sweet spot, the spot that made goosebumps appear on my neck and all the way down my legs, and I arched my back.

“Joshhhhhhh,” I wiggled my hips, eager to create some much needed friction.

He smiled at me, “Upstairs?”

I nodded and let out a small squeal as Josh picked me up bridal style and headed towards our bedroom.

Josh lightly tossed me onto our unmade bed. When I made contact with the duvet, I already had my thong halfway down my thighs.

“Someone’s a little eager, yeah?” Josh said, slowly trailing his hands from my ankles down to my thighs.

I nodded, “It’s been soooo long baby,” I whined.

Josh chuckled, “I know, I know, but I wanna take it slow, okay? I want this to be special.”

I nodded yet again, “Okay.”

I understood where he was coming from; it was the first time we’d been together in six months after all.

Josh’s calloused fingers finally made their way to my core. He traced a stripe up and in between my folds, gathering all the precum that had dripped down. I shivered at the sensation. The feeling only intensified when he dipped a finger inside me. Adding another finger and pumping them slowly caused a high-pitched moan to escape my mouth.

My hand gripped onto his bicep, “Oh Joshhh,” I moaned, my voice shaky.

“You ready?” He asked, keeping his slow pace.

“Yes Josh, oh god yes,” I groaned as I felt a knot form in my stomach.

Of course, in true Josh fashion, he promptly removed his fingers. I whimpered at the sudden loss of contact, but quieted myself as I observed Josh step back and pull down his sweats and boxers in one swift motion. Watching his arm and chest muscles flex as he did the simple task, made me even more eager for what was to come next. His erection sprung free and I didn’t take my eyes off of it even as he slid a condom onto his length.

I scooted farther up the bed, knowing that Josh liked to anchor himself using the headboard.  

“Get up, please.”

I chuckled at his ill-timed manners, “What? Why?”

He blushed and rubbed his chin, “I was, uh, thinking maybe you could ride me?”

I smiled and got up, making room for Josh to sit with his back against the headboard. Once he was settled, I straddled him, placing a hand on each of his shoulders. Lowering myself onto him, I finally got to feel the length I had been missing.

Finally, I got adjusted and began to move. Josh placed his hands on my bare hips and helped me find my rhythm. Staying true to his word, he kept me going slow and steady.

“Oh my god Josh,” I moaned, Josh’s tip brushing over my g-spot.

Josh groaned, “You’re doing such a good job baby, oh god I love you so much.”

Josh’s words encouraged me to circle my hips, keeping my slow pace. I felt myself clench around him as his tip repeatedly hit my spot. He threw his head back and groaned, eventually matching my thrusts. I looked down at Josh’s hips, thrusting his length up into me and I let out a pornographic moan.

“Ohhhh so so good baby,” Josh mumbled, his eyes screwed shut.

I gasped as Josh’s hand began rubbing slow circles on my clitoris. The sensation was almost too much as he brought me to my high. Moaning Josh’s name, I shook with pleasure as my orgasm washed over me. Josh helped me ride out my high as he chased his own, finally finding it a few seconds later. I let out a string of incomprehensible words as I collapsed onto his chest.

Josh let out a deep breath, “I love you, (Y/N).”

I hummed in response, currently too spent to reply. My legs felt like jelly and my over-sensitive core throbbed.

After a couple minutes, I pulled myself off of Josh and rolled to my side of the bed. He removed the condom, quickly discarding it in the trash, and joined me under the covers. Josh wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on the top of my head.

I hummed, “That was nice.”

Josh chuckled, “Yeah. It was.”

I looked up at him, “Was it still worth the wait?”

“Definitely,” he nodded, “Now how ‘bout round two?”

I groaned, “Nap first, then we’ll see.”

Josh laughed, “I love you (Y/N).”

I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes, “I love you too Josh.”

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Okay so I really hope I did your request justice because I really really liked the idea so idk 

❝THE FAMILY JEWELS❞ SENTENCE MEME

Below the cut are a bunch of one-liners pulled from Marina and the Diamonds’ album·“The Family Jewels.”

“Are you satisfied with an average life?”
“Drinking champagne to forget yesterday, ‘cause I remember the way it ended.”
“Better to be hated than loved for what you’re not.”
“It’s easy to be sleazy when you’ve got a filthy mind.”
“Do you think you will be good enough?”
“All you ever think about are sick ideas involving me and you.”
“Hollywood infected your brain.”
“I’m a fucking wild card.”
“You’re just a little bit too much like me.”
“I feel like I’m the worst, so I always act like I’m the best.”
“Well, you don’t know fuck about my family.”
“I feel numb most of the time.”
“I’ve got nowhere to go.”

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Just finished watching Wolf Children and now I’m a crying mess. Besides it being a beautiful art piece it hit me right in my biggest weakness. Mother-child stuff. Lately any mom-kid stuff just kills me. I woke up the over day crying so hard because my brain starting playing the penguin mom song from the Chipmunk Adventure movie. I cry every time I pass the ‘for mom’ greeting card section. Mom stuff hits me in my baby weak heart.
Wolf children is a masterpiece of tears.
Also a little bit furry in the early parts
It damn
Good shit
Good cry

Miss Peregrine’s home for peculiar Children, my humble opinion on the movie, aka Why i didn't like it—Fair warning TONS OF SPOILERS AHEAD.

First and foremost i have to say that as one grows older, one loses hope for proper adaptations to beloved books, there’s always flaws, little things changed here and there, that ultimately wound the fans, but are sometimes swallowable. With my age i no longer go to the movie theater to watch adaptations expecting a completely faithful retellings on screen, but rather for the sake of watching the world come to life. However, this adaptation has broken my usually diplomatic posture on the subject. 

Ever since I was a kid I’ve been a fan of Tim Burton work, he was, in fact, part of what impulsed me to ever want to become a screenwriter, I always found his morbid style to be one of my favorite things, of course his work has gone soft over the years, in fact, the last movie he worked in that I in fact enjoyed was Coraline, which, he did not even direct but produce. Dark Shadows was one big disappointment that struck me right to the heart, so I had truly hoped he would get up, once i heard he’d gotten his hands on the MPHFPC rights

I’m not going to lie, I first saw the movie trailer and that was what impelled me to read the books. And  although i’ve only read the first one I came to love it nonetheless, Although it of course has flaws, like absolutely everything, i found it’s characters loveable, hilarious and well thought out. (then again, nothing but my humble opinion)

However, having seen the trailer and knowing ages would be messed around with, as well as the Olive and Emma peculiarities swapped, i most honestly went in with low expectations…Which later ended up on a freefall down The Devil’s Kettle in Magney State Park. 

The book deals with some pretty serious themes, and the movie downplays so many in order to keep things under a PG-13 rating, the character aging  up was completely pointless and the essence of some of my favorite also lost. 

The changes 

—My first complain goes for Millard, he is by far my favorite character in the book, his sass and his brains make him an endlessly compelling character, and spite of him having no physical appearance, the character’s actitude tells us that he’s one of the oldest. At least Emma’s age or even one year older. Now, the aging down is not exactly the problem but the fact that his entire character was basically erased. All his sass was gone, his witty one liners and important contributions such as being the one to find the map with the loops, the bullet he received and his time journal…All erased, the characters entire brilliance fades and he is reduced to like five lines in the movie, which, mostly consist of “ok” “yeah i know” and “Aw” 

 —Then there’s Olive, who suffers the same kind of treatment. The peculiarity swapping had absolutely no point, just having Emma blush as Jacob ties a rope around her waist, THAT’S IT . her character is also reduced to very few lines and aged up for the sake of an unnecessary, completely forced romantic relationship with Enoch. The script intends to maintain her childlike tendencies, but fails miserably making her appear downright dumb instead. 

—We move on to Emma, who, while i never particularly loved i did recognize as one of the toughest characters. She was hot tempered, she did not trust easily and we all know how her relationship with Jacob began. She was however reduced to a blushing princess who was batting eyes at him from the first second they landed eyes on eachother. She was completely kind and condescending from the very first moment and not for once doubted him being Abe’s grandson, matter of factly it seemed she knew. In case you’re wondering, it was absolutely pathetic and the performance bland (meanwhile i do not criticize Ella Purnell as she is very young and was probably handed a shitty script) i will say that i do not know who that girl was, but she was not Emma Bloom. 

—Even Abraham’s character was shit on. They reduced his relationship with Emma to a completely non existent one quite literally, his relationship  with Jacob was erased as well and the bond he shared with his grandfather completely downplayed, they did not speak of his time in the army as it was, or of his relationships with the other children and how much they cared for him, or about why he’d chosen to leave. Not even the fact that his children thought he was cheating was addressed properly (the characterization of jake’s dad was dreadful too, but that’s not the worst to happen to this movie) By the time Jacob gets to the peculiar home (to which they, I shit you not, carried him after he fainted) all of the children know Abe is dead,  and do not even mourn him. His jewish heritage is also erased

Jacob’s depression was so minimized it does not even qualify as depression, the storytelling was rushed and it ended up omitting important aspects of his trauma and taking away (completely) the scenes in which he opens up to Dr Golan. Whose participation in the movie is so bland, the shock of finding out, that Dr Golan is in fact Mr. Barron in disguise, is not even half as satisfying (been condescending and trying not to say it is not satisfying at all) 

Assa’s performance was also quite disappointing, considering i’ve seen him in roles in which he proves he can act. Jacob was completely emotionless, and his delivery of the dialogue made it seem as if he was reading it straight from the page for the first time. Alot of his emotional turmoil was omitted and the scenes with his grandfather and with anyone overall had less impact on me than a mosquito bite does. 

On another note, which has to do more with the character than the performer, Jacob was also portrayed as this Bad ass in control kid all the time. A natural leader who knew how to use a crossbow like it was an everyday article for him. We’re talking the same kid who was in shock for two pages straight when he managed to kill a Hollow on luck. He was not scared, or shocked or moven at any given moment, he was just there, ready to save the world like he knew absolutely everything there was to know. 

—In spite of being a very respectable actress, Eva Green portrayed Alma as if she was on Marihuana the whole time. And alot of her jumpy factor was erased, her backstory as well, her relationship with Miss Avocet is never mentioned, and the woman (Esmeralda) arrives to the house practically jumping on a leg, even though all her children have recently been slaughtered. She spends alive way more time than she should, and not for the sake of revealing important details like how she’s meant to be an eminence among Ymbrynes and how the finest caretakers come from under her wing (including Alma herself) but to just…Be devoured in a jumpscare by a hollow (whom by the way, just like all the hollows looks like a cheap slenderman rip off for the most part)

—Wights and Hollowgasts devour…People and peculiar’s….Eyes?????

—Enoch is aged up and turned into the typical twilight-type brooding boy, which adding to the lack of expressions from the actor erase the characters entire appeal, his peculiarity is victim of a plot hole as he creates (I shit you not) a fucking skeleton army. How the fuck do you put a heart in bones. Also his temper, which, in spite of everything is meant to be amusing due to his size, is turned into something downright scary and abusive (especially toward Olive) 

—Martin’s character is erased completely 

—Browyn’s awesomeness is erased as none of her heroism is shown in the movie at all and i won’t go in depth because if i do i’ll cry. Most of Browyn’s moments were erased to the point in which she became a secondary character instead of a main one. Her friendship with Emma was also never mentioned or adressed in any way. Which erases one of the most important relationships of the movie in my opinion.


—Hugh and Fiona were never mentioned as a couple and barely seen as separate people, Which is completely painful as they were both fantastic characters. 

—Horace’s peculiarity was messed up, the terror he faced whenever he had a vision or the semi epilepsy attacks were never addressed. 

—The ending was changed completely, and switched from the lighthouse and the boat to a theme park in 2016. Where all the children join together in an Scooby Doo like action sequence in which they throw feathers at the hollows to make them visible and then let Enoch’s army kill them. All the emotion is taken away from the finale, and replaced by a cheap, generic, happy ending that doesn’t leave room of the sequels (thank god) Brownyn is never shown acting as a shield to save her friends, Millard is never wounded, Jacob and Emma never face Mr. Barron on their own. And, on my personal opinion, the scenery change is so prominent that it never feels like they’re facing any real danger at all.  

Miss Peregrine comes out unharmed, with no trouble returning to her human form and the children leave to go back to 1943 and age as normal people meanwhile Jake, instead of leaving with them stays and goes to his grandpa (who, yes, is alive and well cause apparently it’s a few months before his death) after jake tells him of the events he gives him money and a loop map and tells him to go look for the children. Jake travels through loops, and even serves time in the navy. 

Ultimately, and to finish shitting on book fans, instead of the children adrift, having to fend for themselves and find a way to nurse Miss Peregrine back to health and rowing boats in unbearable heat, while simultaneously running away from Mr Barron (who, by the way is killed by a hollow) The movie ends with Jacob and Emma kissing in a big comfortable ship, with Alma watching them from the distance 


Personally and from the bottom of my heart, I advice you: Do not waste time or money in seeing this movie, even if you’ve not read the book, it’s bland and has so many plot holes it turns the storyline into something hard to follow.. If however you have read the book, i will simply say. 

Do not put yourself through this torture my friend, it’s not worth it in the slightest. 

(sending this @jamesandlilydiedonhalloween ‘s way as she was my partner while reading this amazing book, which deserved so much better) 

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Dude, ok, fuck. I had a dream and it has messED ME UP. I dreamt that d+p made a video with, like, a movie trailer type vibe almost?? with like random flowers and sunflares and shit?? and omg i don't remember many details but at one point they just started to lean in and i stg they were about to kiss then the sneaky assholes covered the camera and a fucking comic sans winky face was on screen and I spent a good part of my morning looking for it omg. my heart has yet to recover. ~D

Wtf does you’re brain often write fan fiction as you sleep ? 😂