tv shows: days of our lives

agirlcalledfrost  asked:

OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE

so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
  • FUCKIN
  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”

“hear what?”

that!”

‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”

  • NO YOU DON’T
  • I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR

“mollyhall—”

there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”

  • YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.

“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”

  • GINNA NO

ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

A little rambling on the workings of PR

I don’t usually post about things like this.  In my opinion, celebrity’s private lives and just that “private”, but there comes a point where a person gets tired of all the games…and especially of seeing people played.

 Do I think Sam/Cait are a couple?  I don’t know for sure, the only ones that do aren’t saying, but what I will say is that I think the two of them are a hell of a lot closer than normal co-stars.

 Do I think Sam/MM are a couple?   I don’t know that either, but I do know there’s something off about that relationship. I’m by way of being kind of an expert in body language and Sam is always too stiff and guarded in proximity to MM. Until I see Sam act and look at MM like he does Cait, then I’m far from convinced.

 Do I think there are PR games being played?   You better believe it!!  And I hate to tell you all this but the fans and even Sam are being played like a fiddle by a gal that doesn’t even know the proper attire for a birthday party.  

 So, what can we – as fans – do about it?

 Let me tell you a little story.  Once upon a time in the land of daytime TV there was a show called Days of Our Lives and a couple named EJ and Sami, dubbed with the portmanteau of “Ejami” by their fans.   Ejami had Sam/Cait level chemistry and the characters had danced around each other for 8 years, finally coming together in 2013.  Fans were happy and while Days was not the highest rated soap, it had the largest social media presence of all the soaps thanks to happy viewers who had and posted and tweeted and campaigned for years to get their couple together.    However, in 2014, their love story took a nose dive when EJ began a sexual relationship with a much younger girl to keep her from telling on Sami for murder.  At least that’s how it looked on the surface.

 The truth was, Days producer Ken Corday had concocted a rather devious plan.   In 2014, the Nielson ratings group began incorporating social medial statistics into their overall ratings and on January 13, 2014, Corday was scheduled to present these social media statistics to advertisers to help set the advertising rates for the upcoming year.   Days was already the highest rated soap in social media, but Corday was greedy, so on January 10, 2013, he had EJ fall into bed with a young blonde twit thinking that Ejami fans would react like always and blow up social media over the weekend with their displeasure, with making Days social media numbers even higher for the meeting on Monday.

 Thankfully though, this time the fanbase realized what Corday was up too and decided to take a different approach – they went silent.  From January 10, 2014 to January 13, 2014, Days of Our Lives went from being the highest rated soap on social media to not even ranking…something they have NEVER recovered from.    Simply from the actions or lack of actions by fans, Days slipped heavily in the overall ratings to the point of cancellation and in a last-ditch effort are now bringing back the two actors for an upcoming sweeps period to give fans what they should have given them in the first place!

 What’s my point in all this?   My point is that MM is taking PR lessons from Corday.   That picture she posted with the rainbow wasn’t some innocent thing, she KNEW using a rainbow would rile fans up.  You see in Hollywood, there’s one simple and very true rule “There’s no such thing as bad publicity!”  Every time you interact on MM’s Twitter or Instagram, whether to say yay or nay, whether you call her a saint or a slut -she benefits from it.  Every single time!   Don’t think social media is that important?   I have a friend that’s an actor – a relatively well-known soap opera actor at that -  who was just turned down for a role because his social media presence wasn’t that strong. No joke!

 Which brings me to ask if you’ve ever heard of a Q-score?   Quite simply a Q-score is a measurement of the familiarity and appeal of a brand, celebrity, company, or entertainment product.   Used to be, Q-scores were measured by a celebrity’s appearances on TV/film, talk shows and in entertainment magazines.  Nowadays, the score is figured almost solely from social medial statistics.  To put the score in perspective, right now Johnny Depp has the highest Q-score at 92. Trump’s Q-score is 98.  Sam and Cait’s Q-scores range from 38-42 which is a very respectable range for actors in their genre. The interesting thing is that this time last year, MM had a Q-score of 18, which has risen to over 30 as of today and why?  Because of Sam.   Here is a girl that has chased fame since she was 12 years old and she’s finally got her hands on something that can help her achieve that.  She’s going to continue to use him and us unless we do one thing.  

 Ignore her.

 Just like we did to Days of our Lives that fateful January.  Block little Miss M on every facet of social medial.  Don’t follow, don’t comment, pretend she doesn’t exist. The best predictor of future behavior is past behavior and MM has shown herself by her past behavior.  When she’s no longer getting any attention from being Sam’s perceived girlfriend, the truth will out and at the very least, she’ll stop posting those “in your face” pics of hers.            

 Sometimes the adage of “Ignore something and it will go away” just works.

things to do instead of studying

Here’s a list of things you can do when you just really don’t feel like studying but still want to be (kinda) productive:


  • set up a bullet journal or if you have one already organise it and take a look at your spread for the week

↪ reflecting on these smaller goals can help you focus at what’s important at the moment, though you don’t have to do anything yet.

  • declutter your spaces 

↪ you’d be surprised by how much our spaces (bedroom, living room, etc) can get cluttered in just a matter of days! tidying up/cleaning can help organise your mind too, as well as being quite uplifting too (from my experience anyway!)

  • self-care time

↪ perhaps one of the reasons you’re not feeling like studying is because you’ve been overwhelmed by stress. If so, take some time out for yourself - catch up with your favourite tv show, read a book you love, paint your nails, have a bubble bath or whatever else makes you feel at ease.

  • learn to cook a new recipe

↪ cooking can be fun, especially with company or good music in the background! Best of all, you get a meal out of it and you get to switch things up from the usual dishes.

  • learn to play that instrument that’s been under your bed for the past [n] years/months

↪ it engages and positively affects your brain in a way that doesn’t involve cosine, syntactical repetition or grammar! Plus, it’s an impressive skill to pull out in front of your unsuspecting friends.

EDIT: EXTRAS! 

  • spend time with your family

↪ i like to think that time spent with family (or friends) isn’t time wasted. Strengthening social and relational bonds is a key aspect of life that we shouldn’t ignore! 


That’s all I can think of for now! I hope you find these helpful for when you have that kind of day. If you have any other suggestions, feel free to share - we’re here to support each other.

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Let’s face it, we all have those days (or weeks, or months) when we simply don’t want to study. Even though we may love the subject, either the topic is boring, or you’re tired, or you just don’t want to study for no apparent reason. But exams ruin our lives and you need to study for them, so here are some tips to power through those terrible periods of feeling like doing nothing.

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A/N: So I had this idea and then I had a dream of this idea so I decided to go with it. I thought about make it a series but I’m not sure yet. We’ll see how it goes. I had no idea it would come out as long as it did, the words just kept come. Anyways, let me know what you think! BE HONEST. And if you want this to maybe be a series let me know that as well! :) Also I suck a titles I’m sorry.

Warnings: Drinking. Language. Smut. Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 8,956 (SORRY)

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

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Lesson 18: Pop Culture Witchcraft

By: Helper Faye

Live class date and time: 2/02/2017 at 8:30pm CST

Disclaimer: This will be about using pop culture in your witchcraft practice, not as a religion. I know we have some members who worship pop culture gods, I do not however and know very little about it, so I’m going to just talk about how to use pop culture in your actual practice. (manifestation.)

So what is pop culture magick?

Pop culture magick can take many forms: using the lyrics of a song as a spell, using sigils from tv shows or books, using tools from movies and so on. Pop cultures is, for the lot of us, part of our everyday lives, so it’s easy to incorporate into our magical lives as well. It can help with focusing or describing things. It can help to give power to a spell. You can use pop culture to drawn power from different characters or channel them. I’ll go into some more detail on that in a moment.

Why should I use Pop Culture in magick?

Well like most magickal practices, they come from cultural ties and where you’re from. In today’s modern day world, it’s very easy to use pop culture because frankly, it IS a part of your culture. Most people watch tv or get online multiple times everyday. It’s become a part of our life style and a witch can easily utilize that in his or her practice.

How do I incorporate Pop Culture into my Practice?

There are endless ways to use pop culture in your magickal practice. Like I said, I’m going to stay away from Pop Culture Deities as I know very little about them and stick mostly to how you can use pop culture to help in your witchcraft and your magickal practices.

We can start with manifestation.

Pop culture can help you focus and imagine things a lot easier because you have something to go by. This is especially helpful for those who are teaching themselves witchcraft or are solitary witches. For example, I’ve never seen a real life witch use a wand before because I am a solitary practitioner. However, I have seen the Harry Potter movies, so what I do is I use the wand movements from the books and movies in my own practice so I don’t feel like I’m just waving about a stick. Harry Potter can actually be used a lot in pop culture magick. If you’re having trouble connecting or “seeing” your astral familiar, you can use your wand or imagine your familiar as you would a patronus. Some people even call their familiars a patronus because it’s easier for them to connect with that term.

Another example is a shielding spell. For most people, they imagine a sphere surrounding them that bounces away negative energy or so on. For me, that’s really hard to imagine and form around myself. But I figured out an easy way to help myself envision a bubble around me. In the TV show Steven Universe, Steven has the ability to manifest a shield from his gem, but also a bubble around himself to keep him safe. If I’m needing shielding on a particular day. I sit down for a moment, I imagine that there is a gem in me that creates this bubble around me like Steven’s does, and I haven’t had any problems since manifesting a protective shield.

Spells and curses can be amped up with pop culture ties as well. Emoji spells and curses can be created and charged with reblogs. You can use spells or curses from popular TV shows like Charmed or Witches of Eastend that are already written for you. I like to use lyrics from songs and music as a spell in itself. For example if I’m wanting to bring myself power or ask the spirits or gods to guide me on my journey, I might sing the song “Steady as a Beating Drum” from the movie Pocahontas. If I’m doing a strength spell or a spell to keep people from hurting me, I’ll sing “stronger than you” from Steven Universe. Music has always been a really powerful tool in magick and can be used in substitute for a spell.

In addition to spells from pop culture, you can use words or phrases as well in your practice and spells. Again, Harry Potter is a good example. If you’re doing a spell to unlock information or unlock someone’s heart, you could use “Alohamora” in your spell. Also, if you work with Mantra’s, phrases from various movies and books can be used as mantras. A mantra I use a lot comes from the new Star Wars movie: Rogue One. Anytime I feel drained or I need energy or protection, I take a deep breath, close my eyes and say, “I am one with the force, the force is with me.” I repeat it until I feel like it’s helped. If you’re feeling particularly depressed or maybe you have someone who is sick. You can use the doctor who quote, “everybody lives, for once everybody lives.” Or “I have been and always will be an optimist. Hope of far flung hopes and dreamer of impossible dreams.” This can also be used in a spell to create happiness. Even using the phrase, “I can do zat” from Star Trek’s Chekov, may sound silly, but can give you the boost of confidence you need to complete something.

Sigils and symbols can also come from pop culture. If you believe in demons and want to keep them away from you, you can use the anti-demon possession tattoo from Supernatural as a sigil. Really any sigil or symbol from Supernatural can be used. Also if you read the book or watch the movies/tv show of the Shadowhunters series: the City of Bones, you can use the symbols from that as their various meanings. I’ll post an example of those in the reply to voice.

Pop culture magick is incredibly inclusive and can be done in so many ways.

Having a hard time making a book of shadows? Make or buy one that looks like the one from Charmed.

Can’t have an altar because you’re in the broomcloset or you just don’t have enough room? Make an altar in a video game.

If you have a hard time connecting with any tarot decks and meanings, you can easily make your own tarot cards with images of movie characters that help you remember meanings. I made my own pop culture tarot deck with artwork I found on Pinterest and Tumbr.

Tools can also be something you incorporate from pop culture. I myself have never really been able to find a wand I like or feel comfortable using until I went to Universal. I found a beautiful and very well made Sirius Black wand from Harry Potter. Its made out of fine material and has a heavy rod in the center of it to give it a good weight. I find that the metal in the center helps me channel my energy when casting a spell, and imagining I’m a witch from Harry Potter makes me feel less ridiculous waving it around. 😃`

that’s about it! I’ll open it up to questions now and here’s your homework!

Homework: Write a spell based off of a tv show, movie, or book that you really connect with.

show-me-joy  asked:

Please give me something about neil making andrew smile

It happened so rarely. Neil never knew how to predict it. At the beginning he could never tell the difference. A smile from Andrew was normally so shocking and so short lived Neil thst if Neil got one he was too floored to properly memorize them.

But that was so long ago.

Now everything about Andrew was familiar; more familiar than an exy racket, than running, than any other person. Andrew had been in his life longer than anything else.

They had retired years ago. People had expected Neil to coach, and he did for a couple years. But more and more he he grew to realize the court was no longer his home. His home was Andrew.

Neil grew to resent away games and practices. He wanted lazy weekends and afternoons. He wanted time visit their family and friends. He wanted to experience every moment of growing old with Andrew. He had missed too much in his life to miss a moment now that he had everything.

So he joined Andrew and worked with at risk youth. They volunteered at the youth center and pulled a lot of kids back from the edge, not all. But enough that Neil could no longer remember all of their names. Andrew remembered every one.

Andrew’s smiles began to be more frequent, and Neil began to recognize them. There was one that was wide with all his teeth that he saved for small kids. One that just barely turned the corners with his head tilted to the side when one of the kids did something right.

For friends their was a half smile, no teeth, but their teammates knew they had done something incredible when it appeared. Their coach had long since given up on seeing it, so when Andrew graced him with one on the day he signed Neil on the team the coach dropped the contract. On live tv. And said “holy shit.” They had to break to commercial, because Neil had been laughing too hard to sign.

For family he had a flat smile that showed just the top row of his teeth. It was sometimes paired with a laugh when our nieces and nephews did something particularly smart and sassy. The smile was paired with an honest to God belly laugh the time Kevin’s daughter took his laptop and chunked it in the pool after trying to play a history documentary on Christmas.

But Neil’s favorite smiles are the ones saved solely for him. The smirk with the head tilt when he insulted the press. The toothy grin with dimples when Neil did all the right things (ice cream for dinner, home before 5, wearing a matching outfit, and remembering to charge his phone). The lips pressed together repressed smile when Neil called him ‘Drew.

But the best smile of all came when they were laying together sticky and sated. Naked and warm pressed close. Neil tucked against Andrew’s shoulder. Then he got the softest smile imaginable, curled on the edges, pupils still dilated, and breath still panting between barely parted lips.

Neil knew his luck had kicked in at last when Andrew smiled.

@foxhle-court my first answer! Send me prompts guys 😄

anonymous asked:

In light of your recent instagram post, I'd like to hear your thoughts on the racist and nationalist ideas that have been propagated by the pagan/fantasy communities. Specifically, the controversies surrounding bands like Wardruna and the lack of POC representation.

WHOOOOOO buddy this is going to be a long one. I really think I could write an entire book on the subject so this is going to be an extremely abbreviated version (feel free to let me know if there’s anything I need to clarify.) In short, I am so incredibly FRUSTRATED with the crowds that come into the reenactment/pagan/fantasy communities looking for a white utopia. I can’t even begin to explain how fucked it is. I think a lot of people don’t even quite understand why it is they are drawn to areas like Viking history (or the tv show), Celtic religions, and Tolkien’s realm of fantasy but they do all have one thing in common: they’re all incredibly white washed. I’m definitely not saying it’s wrong to enjoy one or even all of those things, but there’s a refusal to be self critical that I see in those communities and it makes me a bit uncomfortable. We live in a white washed society; we were raised constantly internalizing every day acts of racism and haven’t been taught to make ourselves aware of why we like the things we do. And I’m just going to say it, a lot of the time our internalized racism makes its way into our interests and as such makes communities like the Celtic pagan and fantasy communities incredibly non-inclusive. In this way it also attracts people who read history the wrong way and who believe by romanticizing the past we can create that fucked up white utopia that the fantasy and pagan communities sometimes seem like. But I am SO not here for that. There’s an absence of people speaking out about racism in the community….more like a dead silence. And I really believe it’s because people recognize that it hasn’t been inclusive in the past and there is definitely some guilt associated with that (from the less terrible people, at least.) but I don’t believe dead silence and hoping the Nazis just magically disappear is going to fix anything. In a world that is increasingly more friendly to white supremacists and increasingly more dangerous for minorities we have to be loud and work hard to create environments that promote equality and human rights. In the past, Celtic centered neopagan/fantasy communities have been primarily white and that’s why the nationalists and racists have found their way in, but it doesn’t always have to be that way. I believe strongly in fostering an environment that is welcoming to those who may have felt unsafe before; a place where they know they will be defended fiercely. In the same way, I don’t believe we should be glorifying history as some better time. Those are the kinds of ideas that give nationalists their amo and it’s the same kind of ideology that has been used to kill millions in the past. I think we need to be real with ourselves and continuously ask what kind of message our interests are sending. As far as Wardruna goes, I don’t know much about the band themselves, but it does make me uncomfortable that they aren’t loud about the presence of neonazis in their community. They have definitely singlehandedly created this “macho Viking warrior” subculture and I think the racism that goes along with it is definitely something that needs to be addressed.
I’m sure there’s a lot more I could be saying but I hope I was specific enough! If any of you would like to add thoughts or have questions feel free…I’d like to open this discussion :)

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Maia and I met when we were 11. We met when we auditioned for a TV show back home in Australia. We were auditioning for separate parts and she got the role, and I didn’t get the role. And our mothers sort of became friends, and we lived in separate cities. And they kind of kept in contact for a little while but then we lost contact. And then when I came out to LA for the first year, when I first arrived, she happened to be staying at the same hotel. So one day I got a knock at my door, and suddenly it was like “oh my gosh it’s Maia Mitchell but like, seven years later.” - Alycia Debnam-Carey

1. Lisa Kudrow was afraid of the duck.

2. When the show was first written, Joey and Monica were intended to be love interests.

3. The average Friends episode took five hours to film.

4. Joey and Chandler’s big white dog actually belonged to Jennifer Aniston. A friend gave it to her as a good-luck gift when the show started.

5. Three cast members from The Simpsons made guest appearances on Friends: Dan Castellaneta (Homer), Hank Azaria (Moe/Apu, etc.), and Harry Shearer (Mr. Burns/Smithers, etc.).

6. The show was originally called Insomnia Cafe. It was then renamed Friends Like Us, and then Six of One before becoming Friends.

7. In the first season, each of the main six cast members received $22,000 per episode.

8. In 1997, they banded together to negotiate a salary increase to $100,000 per episode. It was the first time in TV history that cast members had done this.

9. By the final season, they each got $1,000,000 per episode.

10. “The One Where No One’s Ready” takes place entirely in Monica’s apartment because the show didn’t have a large enough budget for guest stars or additional sets.

11. Joey plays Dr. Drake Ramoray in a fictional version of the NBC soap opera Days of Our Lives. In real life, Jennifer Aniston’s father, John Aniston, plays Victor Kiriakis on the actual Days of Our Lives.

12. Courteney Cox is actually older than David Schwimmer, despite playing his younger sister.

13. In the pilot, Monica forgets the name of a guy she sleeps with. Producers were worried that this would make the audience not like her, so they handed out a survey to the studio audience asking whether they thought the plot should be changed. They didn’t.

14. Ross and Rachel weren’t meant to be the central romance of the series. Their storyline was developed because of David Schwimmer and Jennifer Aniston’s chemistry.

15. Monica’s apartment changed from number 5 to number 20 when the show’s writers realised that “5” wouldn’t denote an apartment on an upper level floor in a large block. So they matched, Chandler’s also changed from 4 to 19.

16. Kathy Griffin and Jane Lynch both auditioned for the role of Phoebe.

17. Jon Favreau and Jon Cryer both tried out for the role of Chandler.

18. Live audiences were never used for cliff-hangers, such as Ross and Emily’s wedding.

19. The storyline of Phoebe carrying her brother’s triplets was written because Lisa Kurdrow was pregnant in real life.

20. In the opening credits of “The One After Vegas”, which is dedicated to Courteney Cox and David Arquette’s marriage, every cast member has the surname Arquette added to the end of his or her real name.

21. Phoebe’s wedding is not attended by any of her relatives, including her twin sister Ursula, her father, her birth mother, her brother Frank Jr. or the triplets she gave birth to.

22. Hank Azaria, who plays David the scientist, auditioned for the role of Joey twice before the show went into production.

23. Chandler was written as a character who was awkward around women because Matthew Perry told producers that he himself was.

24. The cast had a huddle before filming each episode to wish each other luck.

25. Bruce Willis appeared in the show for free after losing a bet about whether The Whole Nine Yards would be No. 1 in the box office on its opening weekend with Matthew Perry. He donated his fee to charity.

26. Phoebe and Chandler were originally supposed to be supporting characters.

27. David Schwimmer was the first of the main six actors to be cast in the show.

28. Jennifer Aniston was the last of the main six actors to be cast in the show.

29. Before the show’s pilot aired, the cast was taken for dinner at Caeser’s Palace in Las Vegas to enjoy their “last shot at anonymity”. They later returned to the same place to shoot Ross and Rachel’s drunken wedding.

30. Crew member Paul Swain was responsible for the Magna Doodles on the door of Chandler’s apartment.

31. When Monica pops up from underneath Chandler’s bedsheet in London, the two of them held position for 27 seconds.

32. Marcel was played by two monkeys, Monkey and Katie.

33. NBC originally thought the cast was too young and asked writers to include an older character who gave advice to the twentysomethings.

34. NBC originally thought Central Perk was too trendy and wanted to set the show in a diner, like Seinfeld.

35. In “The One Where Chandler Doesn’t Like Dogs”, we find out that Ross hates ice cream. One season earlier, however, we see Ross and Elizabeth enjoying ice cream on a date.

36. Producers originally wanted Courteney Cox to play Rachel, but she asked to play Monica because the character was so strong.

37. The orange couch in Central Perk was found in the basement of the Warner Bros. studio.

38. Ross is 29 years old for three years.

39. Monica and Chandler’s twins are born three minutes and 46 seconds apart.

40. All of the six main characters have kissed each other at one point (if you include alternative “what if?” episodes), except Monica and Phoebe.

41. Like Monica and Chandler, Courteney Cox and David Arquette had trouble getting pregnant.

42. Courteney Cox had to film the scene in which Rachel has Emma just after having a miscarriage.

43. Joey wasn’t written as a dim character. Matt LeBlanc suggested it.

44. The frame around the peephole in Monica’s apartment originally had a mirror in it. It was broken by a crew member during the early stages of filming, but producers thought it looked good so they left it.

45. June Gable, who played Joey’s agent Estelle Leonard, also played a nurse in the episode where Carol gives birth to Ben.

46. David Schwimmer directed 10 Friends episodes.

47. Friends co-creators Marta Kauffman and David Crane are also co-writers of the show’s theme song, “I’ll Be There for You” by The Rembrandts.

48. When Rachel is trying to find a new officiate for Chandler and Monica’s wedding, she finds a Greek Orthodox priest coming out of the Anastassakis/Papasifakis wedding. Anastassakis is Jennifer Aniston’s family name.

49. When Lisa Kudrow first read the script, she thought Chandler’s character was gay.

50. Giovanni Ribisi plays Phoebe’s brother Frank Jr. in later episodes, but he also has a small cameo in the earlier seasons. He plays a boy who accidentally throws a condom into Phoebe’s guitar case instead of a coin.

51. Lisa Kudrow had already been guest-starring on Mad About You as Ursula Buffay for two years before Friends aired. They decided to make Phoebe a twin to create a crossover between the two shows.

52. Gunther didn’t have a name until the middle of the second season.

53. James Michael Tyler was cast as Gunther because he was the only extra who knew how to operate an espresso machine.

54. Gunther didn’t have a line until the show’s 33rd episode. He said “yeah”.

55. Winona Ryder and Susan Sarandon were both on Ross’ “celebrity list”. They both later guest-starred on the show as Melissa Warburton and Jessica Lockhart, respectively.

56. There were six versions of Phoebe’s dollhouse made for “The One With the Dollhouse” because the plot involved burning them.

57. The actor who plays Joshua’s father is actually Matthew Perry’s real-life father.

58. Ellen DeGeneres turned down an offer to play Phoebe.

59. In the last episode, it is mentioned that all six characters have lived in Monica’s apartment. They have all also lived in Joey’s apartment.

60. When the last series ended, Jennifer Aniston and her then-husband Brad Pitt hosted a dinner party at their home. They served bottles of wine that producer Kevin Bright had saved from the first series.

61. When the last series ended, each cast member was given a piece of the sidewalk from outside Central Perk as a keepsake.

as a pisces our biggest struggle is dealing with reality. i can say as pisces dominant that I despise reality and I do anything to get away from it constantly. I spend days watching tv shows, movies, anime, youtube videos, just so i can live someone else’s life, or just not deal with my own. when i feel sad or don’t feel like doing those things, i lay in bed and listen to music. because i can’t hear my thoughts if im listening to music. if i can, ill turn it up louder. when i’m trying to fall asleep i’ll make up scenarios in my head that are usually not realistic at all. after all, if they’re realistic, it’s no fun. when i should be focusing on the present i think about the future in hopes it’ll be more magical. when i do have to think about my realistic future i get stressed out. i don’t know what i wanna do with my life because i don’t wanna think about it, because i’m afraid it won’t be ideal, like a movie where it always has a happy ending. i know life is not like the movies and that’s what’s scary.

anyway, maybe it’s not that bad for other people, maybe not all pisceans are like this to this extent. maybe i’m an extreme case of lack of motivation, but i needed to rant. but what i wanna say with this is that there are times where i actually enjoy reality. and i wanna try harder to deal with my reality not only when it’s good but also when it gets bad. when a pisces learns to do this, i believe that’s when they will shine the most and really find themselves. at least i hope so.

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Can you please do #28 with Jensen please ❤️💕

“You’re still mad?” - Yes, Jensen. Yes I am.


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“Will you quit pouting at me?” Jensen chuckled as I watched him pack his things, while I folded my arms across my stomach and huffed. This wasn’t fair. “I told you I was sorry.”

“But, Jensen, we said we’d stick together,” I furrowed my eyebrows as I fought the tears building in my eyes. “And now you’re off to be a big television star and I’m stuck here to rot without you.”

“You’re still mad?” He was trying to stuff one of his suitcases so full and I couldn’t help but smile lightly. He never knew how to pack. “Y/N, this is a huge opportunity for me. This show could be the one, you know?”

“I know,” I whined, lying back down on the bed. “But you’re going to get super famous and you’re gonna forget about me. You’ve already won awards for Days of Our Lives and - and - people just love you. It’s really hard not to love you.”

Suddenly, I felt him on top of me and he brushed some hair out of my face. Even though we were just friends, this was normal for us. We were that close. “I will never forget about you, Y/N. That’s impossible.”

“I guess I’ll let you move to Vancouver,” I smiled along with him. “On one condition.”

He chuckled and kissed my forehead, “What’s that?”

As I stood up, I bit my lip and gave him a sheepish smile, “Get me Jared Padalecki’s autograph.”

He rolled his eyes, “You’re unbelievable.”


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Donnie Yen Autobiography  “All About Donnie  (問丹心)” Translation Ch.1(pt 1-3)

Guess what… I have translated more of the content of Donnie’s autobiography. I’m planning to translate the first two chapters of his book, which are about his childhood and his experiences when he was early into the show business. 

There are 5 parts in the first chapter “My Personal Development” and 4 parts in the second chapter “Into the Show Business”. 

The previous post I made I had translated part 2 of chapter 2. 

Once again, BIG THANK YOU to my dear beta Dream @evocating for her generosity and patience. My work looks legible because of you. Also thank my real life friend Asura for helping me to clear my mind and translating a few but important sentences for me. 

Crappy photos of the original text taken by me are attached with this post below for reference. Baby Donnie is ADORABLE OKAY!???

Reminder: This post is so damn long with words and pictures. 




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Hi! Hey! Hello!

My names Liam, I just turned 16 a few days ago, and I am from California! 

My hobbies include binge watching Netflix, FaceTime/Skype, procrastinating really badly on homework, and photography. Tbh I fuck with all kinds of music, except country (sorry lmao), But Lana del Rey, Halsey, Ariana Grande, and Melanie Martinez are my favs, but I love so many bands/artists you could literaly pick a random one and the chance that I like some of their music is very high. My favorite TV shows, music, and youtube videos that I like to watch constantly change so I love hearing about what other people are watching or listening to.

I super sarcastic and ½ of my texts include kim kardashian or New York memes. Where ever I go, drama seems to follow so I have like 3-5 rants a day about how annoyed I am or what made me laugh on that day. I love hearing about what other people went through on that day. I love friendships where we plan trips and our lives out with each other, and it’s going to actually turn into something that’s more than “what’s up?” for a month. I hope that we can can whenever, have a million inside jokes, interact on all social medias, laugh together, cry together, and grow up together. I speak english and I’m learning Spanish (I know conversational basically)

  I love those 2 am texting friendships and honestly as long as you’re not a hateful person, we’ll get along great. I am 1000% fine with any Age/Gender/Sexuality  etc; and i want to meet all types of people.  At first I may be awkward af, but in a week ill probably be telling you all my secrets lmao, and I got some shit to spill😂😩🐸☕️. 

You can talk to me at:

Snapchat: liam_awesome100 (yes I know it sounds like a 7 year old made that username, i made it so long ago and I don’t have the energy to make a new account)

kik: crimsonword (also made when i was young af, you can see that recurring theme of aged usernames here lmao)

tumblr: lana-del-ayte

Email: liamc9207@gmail.com

Instagram: liam.canniffe

PS: Holy shit did you really get to the end of that long ass paragraph?!? Good for you boo!👏🏼👏🏼

*W-well, i didn’t have much time to cook lately.
*Do instant noodles count?

ALPHYS!
WHAT WAS THE LAST TIME YOU ATE REAL FOOD?

*L-like a week…i think?

UNBELIEVABLE!

WE BEEN OVER THIS MANY SESSIONS AGO!
YOUR HEALTH IS WAY MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY PROYECT!

*S-sorry…

IT IS NO PROBLEM, MY FRIEND!
UNDYNE AND WILL PREPARE YOU A DELICIOUS DISH INMEDIATELY!

*No!
*Seriously y-you don’t have to-

*Nonsense!
*Get your tongue ready because we are gonna cook you the best meal of your life!

*I’ll try to make sure they make something edible.

*Thank you, Miss Toriel.

companion | part 1

fandom: monsta x
member/reader: Hyungwon, female
genre/warning(s): fluff, grim reaper au!Hyungwon
length: <1K
summary: in which hyungwon is a grim reaper and it leads to a few interesting things in your life
prologue | part 1 | part 2

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One of you asked about my love story, so here it is, in the form of a few small nonfiction essays I’ve written about my life thus far: 

Junior year of college. Late morning. Late September.
“He just texted. He’s heading this way now.”
My roommate Kate invited her friend from class to go with us to Mountain Heritage Day. We walked through campus, heading for the clock tower, red faced and already sweating. A boy in a camo t-shirt and matching hat strode towards us, phone in one hand pressed against his ear and a blue drink in the other.
“Tell me that’s not him,” I said.
“That’s him.”
“I am not walking around with someone wearing a camo shirt and hat all day.”
“Shhh, he’s really nice! Trust me.”
And so I did, even though I wasn’t proud of my southern roots at that point in my life, and even though this boy was wearing the one type of clothing I despised most. We waited for Matt to get off the phone, Kate introduced us, and we made our way towards the fair with the rest of the crowds to look at things we couldn’t afford to buy and then spend the only money we had on the fair food, which was the main reason any of us went in the first place. Kate and I got ice cream and Matt got a funnel cake. 
“Do you want some?” he said, holding his plate out to me. I had only had funnel cake once before, years prior. It wasn’t something I would ever get for myself, but it looked and smelled fantastic, like a perfect warm summer day filled with uninterrupted sunshine and laughter.
I nodded. “Can you pull a piece off for me?” I didn’t explain that I had a weird quirk about getting my hands dirty, and, luckily, I didn’t have to, because he immediately ripped a giant chunk off, dunked it into the powdered sugar to make sure it was completely covered, and handed it to me.
“Can you pass me a piece too?” Kate said.
“You can get one yourself!” he said. He was joking, but held out his plate to her for her to get her own bit just the same. 
Looking back, this was my first inkling that he was interested in me. 
“Dude, I want McDonald’s so bad,” I said. We were still eating the funnel cake. Leave it to me to not even be finished with what I’m currently eating before thinking and planning my next snack/meal. 
“Mmm, that sounds so good,” Matt said. 
“Let’s do it!” Kate said, swiping another piece of funnel cake off of Matt’s plate.


After I learned what a McGangBang was (a concoction involving two McDoubles and a McChicken and then squishing them all together into one giant sandwich), we picked up my pup Jake and headed to the park, where we walked for over an hour and talked about things that I think I have purposely pushed out of my mind because they were things I never would have talked about with Matt had I known I would start dating him soon after the fact. Going into the day I told myself that this boy would be just a friend, because I had never really had a guy friend before, but while walking in the park I think I knew: I felt more comfortable about this boy than any other in my life. It was different. Still, I didn’t push it. He went home after the walk in the park and Kate and I went back to our apartment, where we, after some gabbing, eventually went to our own rooms to study and work on homework.
Later that evening I heard Kate squealing in her room.
“Are you okay?” I shouted.
“Come here right now!”
I groaned. I was exhausted. Padding my way into her room, I knew something was up the second I saw her face. You know the one: the one your best friend gives you when they know something you don’t, when they’re so overly excited about something involving you that their eyes seem twice as large as usual and they won’t stop staring at you, and you think their smile might be permanent because it’s never changing for such a long portion of time.
“What?” I said, my voice flat, crossing my arms.
She patted her bed.
I shuffled over, sprawled out, and stared at where she sat in her desk chair opposite the bed. While my room was plain and calm, hers was loud. She had pink wall stickers everywhere, writing on her mirror, stuffed animals lining the top of her bookshelf and wrapped up in the blankets on her bed. She had a giant flat screen tv and the newest video game system. I had played video games growing up with dad, Andrew, and Ames, but hadn’t played in well over 10 years. I spent a lot of time in Kate’s room making my character spin around in circles while getting shot at. Needless to say, I didn’t have the best techniques.
“Guess who just texted me?” Kate flicked her eyes back and forth from her phone to me.
“Lindsay?” One of our mutual friends at the time. A bad guess on purpose. I knew it was a boy from the way she was looking at me, eyebrows raised and head tilted to the side.
She didn’t ask me to guess again. “Matt!” she said, her voice a normal pitch again.
“Okay… What did he say?” It wasn’t a big deal that he was texting her. They had class together and had become friends. They texted back and forth most days, most of the time talking about the current girl Matt was trying to woo. Kate was his feminine perspective.
“Quote: ‘Hey, I had a really good time today and was wondering… Do you know if Stephanie is talking to anyone?’”
My entire body warmed, the heat traveling from my cheeks to my feet. I was ecstatic, though I tried to hide it. I’m sure I didn’t do a very good job.
“Did you respond yet?”
“Not yet. I wanted to see what you thought first.”
“I mean… what do you think? And are you sure you’re over him?”
Yeah, that tiny detail: Kate had originally had a crush on Matt, though she claimed a week or so prior to Mountain Heritage Day that she had decided she didn’t like him anymore, or rather, that she had never liked him, just the idea of him.
“Yes, totally.”
“Okay… because you say the word, and I won’t talk to him.”
“Steph, I promise I don’t like him.” She held out her phone to me so I could see the screen and the text he sent. “Go for it.”
“Okay,” I said, grinning. 
She turned her phone back and started typing.
“What are you saying?” I jumped off the bed and skipped over next to her so I could see what she was doing.
“I’m telling him that you’re not talking to anyone,” she said, not looking up. “Because you aren’t.”
“This is so weird.”
The whooshing sound of Kate’s text sounded. “Well, what are you thinking? I mean, did you have fun today? What do you think of him?” 
“I had a really good time. It’s weird because… I felt really comfortable with him.” I met Kate’s stare. “Like, really comfortable. That’s never happened before.” I thought back to the random conversations we had while walking through the park earlier that day and slapped my hand to my face. “Kate, I talked to him about masturbation. Oh, my God.”  
She paused, jaw dropping, and began laughing hysterically. “Oh my God, you did! You seriously talked to him about masturbation.”
“I’m humiliated. I’m… mortified. I can’t speak to him again!”
“Yes you can. Now calm down,” she said, unable to stop or hide her laughter. “He obviously likes you if he’s asking me whether you’re seeing anyone or not.” 
I nodded. “True, true. But still,” I sighed. “God, this would happen. I meet a nice boy and act totally vulgar around him the first time we hang.” 
Kate’s phone dinged in her hand. She glanced at the screen, then jumped up in her chair. “It’s him!”
“Well… what’d he say?” 
“He wants your number.” She flicked her eyes up at me. “Can I give it to him?”
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Sure.” 
She typed the message out and set her phone down on her desk. I laid down on her bed, stared up at the ceiling, and thought about how just weeks prior I had declared that I was swearing off boys. That lasted a good 20 minutes, I thought, fiddling with Kate’s sheets. I had met a boy my freshman year of college, and I use the term “met” loosely because he lived in Florida and the daughter of the minister at the church we were attending at that point introduced me to him. We only actually hung out in person two or three times. Other than that, it was a total text relationship. Which is fine. It’s what I needed at the time. I wasn’t ready for anything real, but I liked having someone “there” for me, if only through text, who I could talk to. After talking to him for almost two years and having nothing much come of it (mostly my fault because, like I said, I definitely wasn’t ready), and then having an incredibly ugly falling out (also via text like 99% of our relationship), I had told myself that I was going to stop trying to find a guy and was going to “let go and let God” as they say and was going to trust His timing. After all, if it was meant to be it would be. 
And boy was it meant to be. 
I got lucky, I will admit. Many people have told me this, my sister most recently and most often. Matthew was the first boy I ever really dated. He was my first real kiss. My first romantic love. My first… well, everything. And I his. We both got lucky. We both are blessed. 
My phone went off in the other room. Kate and I looked at each and grinned. 
“Yeah, you might want to go get that,” she said.
My feet couldn’t carry me fast enough. I snagged the phone off my desk and jumped onto my bed, landing face first and stomach down. Graceful as ever. I read the text, responded, and saved his number into my phone. 
“How’s it going in there?” Kate called across the apartment. 
“Spectacular,” I said, loud enough for only me to hear. 


He had spent the day over at my place, walking the pup in the park, laughing together while watching silly TV shows, and asking each other questions. We spent most of our time together in the beginning doing these kinds of things. There was so much to talk about, so much to learn about each other. And we’re still learning, because even now, years later, we are changing each day, molding, becoming different people, and so we continue to ask questions and learn about one another, about the one we will be spending the rest of our lives with.
We walked out of the apartment together, the three of us: Matt, Kate, and myself. (Kate because I was still so nervous to be alone with Matt, even though I was getting good vibes from him and trusted him more than I had trusted any other guy before that point. Sometimes having a friend nearby can calm the nerves better than anything else.) Kate walked several feet behind us, and then several yards.
“I’ll text you later,” Matt said. “And maybe see you tomorrow?”
“That sounds good,” I said.
“This was fun. I love spending time with you. I really like you.”
“I really like you too.”
We hugged and I turned to walk back up to my place with Kate. I made it halfway back to my friend before turning around. I had kissed boys before, but only a few, and only ever pecks. Also, I didn’t consider any of them to be of any importance as they were either dares or I didn’t actually care about the person I was kissing. Still, I was nervous because I knew what I was going to do the second I decided to turn back around.
“Matt,” I called. He turned, holding his hand above his eyes to shade them from the sun shining ferociously behind me. “Wait.”
I jogged back to him and kissed him, fast. His lips were soft and he smelled like the mountains, like home.
“Bye,” I said, my voice high pitched and nervous, waving like a maniac. I ran off without seeing his immediate reaction, but halfway to Kate I turned around. He was still walking but was turned around looking at me too. I smiled, waved again, and kept jogging until I reached Kate.
Our first kiss, and it had been perfect.

The night Matt asked me to be his girlfriend, we went to a Greek restaurant in Dillsboro, two towns over from the University. Before we left the apartment I shared with Kate, she took a picture of us standing by the door and we joked about how she was my stand-in mom and Matt was the guy taking her daughter out. I still have the picture: me in a black shirt with a gold, detailed tree on the front, and a red jacket thrown over top, Matt sporting a blue shirt under a blue and white plaid flannel, both of us wearing matching cheesy grins, and his arm around my shoulder.
There’s another picture from that night, of me with a wine holder that stood in the corner of the restaurant where we waited to be seated. It’s a moose lying on its back, downing the wine, and I’m standing in front of it giving a thumbs up, smiling with my mouth open. The photo is blurry, probably because Matt was chuckling while he took it and couldn’t hold his phone still enough for it to focus. We thought it was such an odd decoration and were entertained by it most of the night. We’re still entertained by it now, actually. It’s still there. We point it out each time we go and remember our first time there.
I ordered a tuna melt and Matt a gyro. I had gone into the night incredibly nervous, but it didn’t take long for my nerves (and stomach) to settle. Matt was wonderful. Like always, he carried the conversation, asking me questions about myself, my family, my friends, my interests, the books I was reading, the classes I was taking, and he made no comment and wasn’t at all phased that he seemed to be the only one asking questions. I prayed he knew my lack of questioning was due to my anxiety and wasn’t a lack of interest. I’m sure some people think me an egoist, but I tend to ask less questions of people in return of their questions directed at me, opting instead to observe them and learn from what they weren’t saying. For instance, someone may seem confident by the way they’re talking or by what they’re saying, but maybe they’re rubbing their hands together or shuffling their feet. We all have different quirks and tells, too.
“Ready for part two?” Matt asked me after paying the bill.
“There’s a part two?” I grabbed his hand and we walked out the door, past our moose statue, and towards his ‘96 Ford Explorer.
It was my first time heading towards the Jackson County Airport and “The Lookout” (as locals had dubbed the area further down from the airport where you could pull off the road onto a small patch of grass on the side of the mountain). The roads, like most of the ones here in Western North Carolina, were skinny, windy, and a straight shot up with the edge of the road doubling as the edge of the mountainside. We drove up to the airport, a small airfield about three miles from town that sits on a ridge, and used the entryway as a turn around to get back to The Lookout, where Matt pulled off the road and onto the side of a mountain and I tried not to have a panic attack.
I zoned back in from staring out my window as Matt opened my door for me and held out his hand. We could see for miles. We could see everything: the forest, the University, my apartment, the Fraternity house Matt was living in. It was all lit up, trying to keep up with the moon and stars above us.
“So this is part two,” I said, turning in circles looking up at the sky and the world around me, feeling very, very small.
“Almost,” Matt said as he opened his trunk and pulled out a blanket and some candies.
“I brought this,” he said, holding up the blanket–blue and white, I saw now, with sheep on it– “in case we get cold, and these,” he held out the candies, “because I know they’re your favorites. Junior Mints, Sour Patch Kids, and Swedish Fish, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling like an idiot.
He put the blanket and candies down and we walked to the edge together, where I was reminded of the first time I had a panic attack (also on top of a mountain) years prior, and thought about far I’d come. Look at me, standing feet away from the edge of a mountainside, not completely freaking out. (I would have started to though if I could see future me sitting on the edge of a rock face that juts out from the mountain thousands of feet up, smiling and swinging my feet.)
“You know, there’s this study,” Matt began after we stood in silence together for a minute or so.”
“Uh huh?”
He turned me around so I wasn’t facing him and trailed his fingers in circles all over my back.
“That only a small percentage of people can actually figure out what someone is saying to them when it’s traced onto their back.”
“Mm, I used to love doing that with my friends when we were kids.”
His fingers began tracing. I tried to focus more on what they were saying rather than how good the tingles felt and how they traveled up and down my entire body.
“W,” I said, when he was finished with the first letter.
“Yes.”
One straight line down followed by two horizontal lines, one at the top of the original line and one on bottom. He was writing in all caps. I shivered in pleasure.
“I.”
“Mhm.”
One vertical line and a horizontal one stemming from the bottom of the first, the whole thing repeated right away.
“L. Twice. Will?”
“Correct!”
He traced just a horizontal line and said, “That’s a space.”
Y - O - U - space - B - E - space - M - Y -
I knew the last word before he began tracing it. I had known the second he finished the second word in the question. His hands became more and more unsteady as he was further into the sentence. He even “erased” a letter or two that he had messed up by rubbing his hand, open faced, all across my back.
G - I - R - L - F - R - I - E - N - D - ?
He paused, waited.
“Girlfriend,” I said. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
I turned around to face him.
“Stephanie Cheryl Wooten,” he said. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
I let myself have a mini freak out session in my head before saying, “Yes.”

We were making macaroni and cheese and dancing in the living room while the water boiled. Matthew and I had been dating a few weeks, and he had already told me, “I love you.” It was the middle of the night. We had stayed up kissing and talking and keeping each other warm in between the sheets. After he said it, I told him that I really liked him, and that I thought I was on the way to love, but that I wasn’t ready to say it yet, to which he understood and held me until I fell asleep in his arms.
While we were dancing together though, with the water boiling in the next room and our feet sliding across the carpet, I looked at him and I knew: I love him, I thought to myself. And I think I had loved him for some time. I just wasn’t ready to admit it to myself yet, or maybe it was that I had never been in love before–not this kind of love, anyway–and I didn’t know that was what I was feeling.
“Come on,” I said, pulling him into my room by his hand. I closed the door so Kate wouldn’t hear what I was about to say. It was a private moment, just between Matt and me.
“What is it?” he said, laughing, breathing hard from all the dancing.
“I love you,” I told him, taking both of his hands in mine, lacing my fingers through his, and squeezing.
The outer corners of his eyes pinched together as he smiled down at me. “I love you, too.”

Two years and nine months after Matthew asked me to be his girlfriend, we went out on one of our typical “date nights.” Our friends and family made fun of us, dubbing us the “old married couple.” Which we were, kind of. We spent most nights together, and most days. We ate together, walked together, made love together, fought together, laughed together, played board games together, watched TV together, went to the movies together, jogged together, cried together. We were going through life together, and even if it was only for a short time, I was ineffably happy.
“Where are we going?” I asked Matt as we walked to his Ford, dressed up in our summer clothes.
“You’ll see,” he said, opening the door for me.
When we passed the town of Sylva, I began to have an inkling as to where he was taking us. I waited until we got closer, until we passed the place where you could paint pottery, to make sure my inkling was more than that.
“I knew it!” I shouted as we turned left when we were across from the Jarrett House and pulled into the almost full parking lot.
“No, you didn’t!”
“Mhm. I did. You’re so predictable.”
“It’s our place, though.” He cut the engine and jogged over to get my door for me.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I love you,” he said as he laced his fingers through mine and we started up the ramp to the front door.
We talked about the moose statue, per usual, while we waited to be seated, and eventually wound up choosing to sit outside on the patio rather than to wait much longer. It was warm out and the patio was screened in. I ordered the same thing I did on our first date there and, just as the first time around, it didn’t live up to my expectations for it.
“Why do I keep ordering this every time? It’s never as good as I want it to be.”
“I’m putting a note in my phone,” Matt said, whipping his phone out of his pocket, “reminding you to never order this again.” He chuckled at me, put his phone away when he was done, and then looked at me like he always did, like he still does, like no one ever has before. It’s a look reserved especially for me, I know, and it makes me feel like we’re the only two people left in the world.
I had a feeling this was the night: the night Matt would propose to me. We’d talked of it often together, talked about what our life with one another might look like. Plus, Matt had dressed much nicer than he usually did, and he was much more fidgety. I could tell he was nervous about something.
We ate on the patio, surrounded by others whom we gave stories too.
“Couple behind you and to your left. Guy is in the green shirt and girl in white dress.”
I snuck a peak behind me. The couple in question didn’t look much like that. They were young, around our age. The girl was on her phone, presumably texting someone else while she sat across from the boy, who looked around the restaurant like a pendulum, back and forth and back and forth, anywhere but the girl sitting across from him.
“First date,” I said, turning back around. “Or… Maybe hundredth date, and now they’re bored. Or in a fight. Something’s going on there. She won’t look him in the eye.”
Matt nodded in agreement as I scanned the patio.
“All right,” Matt said, putting his napkin on top of the food he couldn’t finish. “Are you ready for part two?”
I lifted my sweaty glass to my lips and took one last sip. “Ah, yes. Always.”
Once we passed the new Health and Science building and turned onto the familiar windy road, I knew: he was recreating our first date.
“The lookout?” I said.
He squeezed my hand, his warming mine, and grinned, his smile warm like the rest of him. We were quiet most of the ride up there, the silence a comforting one, like the feeling you get when you sit down in your favorite chair early in the morning with coffee and a well loved book. The view was the same, but different, mostly because we were different. I was different, and so while the view hadn’t changed over the past two and half years, my view had. We look at things differently at different stages in life, I think. It’s like I can read a book and have a very specific experience, and then read it a year or maybe even five or ten years later, and because of all the different things I’ve gone through and felt, because I’m a different person than I was one or five or ten years prior when I first read the book, the second time will be completely different. And I’ll get something different out of it.
We parked and stood together at the edge of the mountainside, and I looked up at the stars and crescent moon. We listened to the crickets and frogs and stood still, enveloped around one another.
“Do you remember that study I told you about the first time we came here?” he said, turning me away from him.
“The one you made up? Yeah. Why?”
“I’ve got another one for you.”
He began tracing the letters. The first few words were the same: Will you be my…
W - I - F - E ?
I turned around to Matthew down on one knee, holding out a black velvet box with a ring I had pointed out casually once in our local jewelry story in it.
“Stephanie Cheryl Wooten,” he began. “I know I’m not perfect, and I know we have our disagreements, but I love you to the moon and back, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
I was tempted to be cruel and say No but then really quickly after say yes, just to mess with him, but I didn’t want to give the poor man a heart attack.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes.”
He reached for my hand and slid the ring onto my finger, then rotated it side to side, admiring it on me. The diamonds shined almost as much as his eyes when he stood up and looked at me. Those summer sky blue eyes that had me the first time I saw them that October in 2011 at Mountain Heritage Day. I never would have thought that I would be engaged. I never thought I would ever get married, or even fall in love. I had been hurt so much by someone who was supposed to love me, who did love me, in a weird way. But then, I knew how blessed I was. I thought about the day God created us both. Did He know we would find each other? Was this His doing? One thing was certain: whether it was all God or our free will that led us here, I was grateful. Matt has the best heart. He takes such good care of me. We take care of each other. And he’s a Godly man, which I love most of all, because we lead each other closer to God each and every day.
I mean, I get to hike and snuggle and read and build blanket forts and watch movies and eat good food and read and talk about the Bible and God with my best friend for the rest of my life. I am so incredibly lucky. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jesus.
I love you to the moon and back too, Matthew.

Why Malec is Important to the LGBT+ Community

Name a healthy same sex couple that appears in the main cast while both people have their own lives outside of each other. Can you name anyone besides Malec? If you had to take a moment to think about it, and then had to debate whether that couple counts, you’re not alone.

Malec is an anomaly in TV shows. Currently (and sadly) there is no other couple quite like it. With two well written and well acted characters in an urban fantasy show it’s easy to see why it won a GLAAD award. The famous kiss at Alec’s wedding was one of the most cheesiest thing ever and that’s what made it fucking amazing. The relationship between Magnus and Alec is portrayed just like one would a heterosexual couple and it doesn’t matter how cliche it ever gets, their relationship will still be groundbreaking and fresh.

It’s hard to think that being LGBT+ means anything other than getting a taste of acceptance only to have that shatter. It doesn’t help that the only other couple similar to Malec was Clexa and we all know how that ended. We go watch TV and movies to escape from our lives a little bit longer and watching a show with a gay demon hunter and his magical boyfriend helping save the day is escapism that I’m not ashamed to admit has made me tear up in the past

I can only hope that other TV networks pick up on the Magically GayTM phenomenon on Shadowhunters and incorporate LGBT+ couples into their casts and plotlines, but even then we will always remember the ship that started it all