which is in like 1 week

anonymous asked:

*gasp* provide the face mask recs

*gasp* anything for you, love

First up: Gold Black Sugar Mask by TonyMoly! I have only recently discovered this exfoliating gem, but oh man do I love it. It comes in a pretty small pot for about $7 on Amazon, which can initially be disheartening, but the brown sugar goodness in here goes a long way. Also, there are very tiny gold flakes mixed in with the brown sugar! I usually apply this mask each night after washing my face, leave it on for 15 min, then wash it off before applying toner & moisturizer.

Second on the list is Brazened Honey by Lush! It’s an exfoliating and soothing (2 for 1) kaolin clay based mask, with exfoliating ground almonds mixed in. It smells truly lovely and, when refrigerated before use, it makes for a nice, cool treatment after a busy day. I like to apply it about once a week! Two sidenotes: it’s Lush, which means it’s a little pricey, and it’s got fresh, free-range egg yolk in it (not as gross as it sounds, and proven to provide dermatological help!) which means you have to keep it refrigerated and cannot buy it online. 

Finally, I’ve gotta go old school. The first mask I ever used (and a consistently trustworthy one!) is the Queen Helene Mint Julep Masque. My mother, sister, and aunt have all used this darling thing for years, and it’s essentially the predecessor to Lush’s fan-favorite Mask of Magnaminty. You can get a massive green tube of this minty, dry-your-skin-out-in-a-good-way masque at pretty much any drug store. Failing that, most places have a store-brand “mint mask,” but I do recommend the original Queen Helene. It’s wonderful if you have oily skin, or just a small-scale breakout, though I must recommend moisturizing afterwards.

(side note: always moisturize after masks! even if you have an oily skin type, you should at least use a light, moisturizing toner or micellar water afterwards) I hope this helped, and that you find a mask that’s right for you! It’s always important to test different products and find the one that’s right for you. Always remember to treat yo self 💋

TalesFromYourServer: A TripAdvisor review which left me gobsmacked

Oh the joy of TripAdvisor/Facebook/Yelp reviews! Especially those that make absolutely no sense, are total lies, or knock off stars for things that the restaurant cannot control. I’ve even had a 1 star review that simply said “this place is always too busy to get in! You have to book at least two weeks in advance which is just ridiculous!”. Like, hello, we can’t help how busy we are!

But this one really takes the cake. I work in an Italian restaurant. The owner, three of the waiters, and two of the chefs are Italian, and those that aren’t actually Italian at least speak it and/or have lived in Italy (and in the case of the chefs, have been trained by Italians). It’s as authentic as you can get, really. Almost all of the food is hand made in-house, and this includes the pizzas, right down to the dough.

We received a trip advisor review which was 4 stars. The guy very much enjoyed the entire experience, but took off a star because “the pizza base was so uniform that it could not possibly have been hand-made, which is a shame”.

I would understand his skepticism, except for the fact that we have a completely open kitchen. You can see the chefs at work. The pizza making station is prominently on display and almost every table in the restaurant has a full view of it. Even if you’re sat on one of the 3 tables which can’t see it, you have to walk right past on your way to the table and on your way out again. You can see our pizza chef making the pizzas by hand- he throws the dough up into the air and everything. In fact, customers like to go up and watch while they’re waiting for their food. Kids love it.

The reason the pizza bases are very uniform (almost perfectly circular) is because our pizza chef is a DAMN talented guy!

I simply do not understand this review.

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TIME TO CELEBRATE!

Hey guys! I reached 2700 about two weeks ago and now I’m finally going to have a little celebration for helping me reach my goal!

This whole idea I took from Cam (@cupcakeblake) who is the absolute best <3

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Realisation (Steve Rogers x reader) (Part 1)

Heyyy y'all! So this new fanfic will be up by the end of this week, earliest by tomorrow. It’s cut into 2 parts so far but there might be a part 3. Part 1 will be posted and it’s quite short, which I’m really sorry for. So, like I promised in my draft list, here is the description!

Description: Set during Civil War, Steve and Sharon kiss and you feel heartbroken. Despite feeling sad, you continue to fight during the airport battle and saved James Rhodes’ life, resulting in you getting tranquillised by Tony. (This is only part 1′s description)

Fandometrics except every time it says bee nothing happens.

Television: Google oversatt denne setningen fra engelsk til norsk. Det kan være feil.

Skam, a Norwegian television show, is nummer en (No. 1).
⬆ With those last four words, Gilmore Girls jumps an impressive seventeen spots to No. 3.

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Music: Your ups and downs.

The Weeknd returns to No. 6 after dropping a new album and short film this past weeknd.  
⬇︎ Melanie Martinez takes a fourteen loss nose-dive to No. 18.

Celebrities:  Last week a man took a train like other men.

Eddie Redmayne, who recently made the news for taking public transportation, is No. 1.
☆ Tumblr favorite Lin-Manuel Miranda is back in the game at No. 9.

Games: A very Pokémon week.

Pokémon Sun and Moon moves up to No. 2. Which one did you play all weekend?
Pokémon GO (No. 12) uses Ditto Release and it is very effective. 

Movies: Like a plague. A beautiful plague.

Bee Movie comes back at No. 13. We can’t get rid of it if we wanted to, and we don’t want to.
Moana (No. 2) crushed the box office over Thanksgiving.

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Web stuff: Your faves are back on the ones and twos.

Dan and Phil move back to No. 1 and 2, respectively and finally.
Filthy Frank is finally found at No. Fifteen.

Next week, please enjoy Year in Review 2016 in lieu of our regularly scheduled content. See you on December 13, Tumblr! <3

Yuri on Ice Sales - OST

Yuri on Ice’s Official Soundtrack or rather, the official songs used during the skating programs have been released in digital and physical forms on the 21st of December, 2016 and we have now received the information on the number of discs sold in the first week.

So, is Oh! SkaTra!!! Yuri!!! on Ice/Original Skate Song Collection selling?

Yes, it is.

And not only that, it is the third best selling CD and first best selling in digital sales in its first week.

Source

Considering that Oricon isn’t an anime-specific sales chart and in fact includes all of Japanese artist’s albums this is really good.

Adding up the units sold in the first week we get the number of 48183 CDs.

Considering that one CD costs 3000-3,240 yen (depending where you buy) this means that the OST has now generated at least 144,549,000 yen revenue.

Which is like $1,231,173 or €1,176,167 or £1,002,003.

Now, I am no expert in CD sales or how much it costs to make an OST (or specifically a skate song collection, featuring not only the composer but also guest artists), but I think it would be fair to assume that they’re making a profit already.

And according to these sources which suggest that soundtrack for an anime would cost about $200,000 and an entire anime would have an average cost of $2,000,000, then these sales look very promising, especially considering that they only account for one week of sales.

Of course, most sales happen in the first week, but the OST will most likely continue to sell, and hopefully sell well.

(And fyi, it is currently the best-selling CD on cdjapan.co.jp and the second best-selling CD on amiami.com, two big sites with anime goods.)

In any case, this is a very good sign.

Because you guys know what high sales and profits for the production team mean, right?

Yep, you guessed it.

It brings us closer to that next level.

I will be back with another sales report once we get the results for the first week of sales for the DVDs/BluRays. Cross your fingers and hope that they sell as well!!

I think we live in a world, where we don’t feel ourselves anymore.
Instead we feel numb from all the social media, the technology.
The increasing influence from all over the world is slowly destroying our vibes.
They silence our inner voice and don’t let us hear our true self- cause of all the noise bombed at us, constantly.
Magazines telling us how to dress, how we should look, how to behave and how to lose 10 pounds in 1 week, or what men like about the female gender; slowly we are becoming ashamed of us. We slip into daydreams- which replace the actual living.
We are stuck in our head.
Forgetting how to breath properly.
We tense up.
We feel huge and uncomfortable in our own bodies, not enjoying ourselves anymore.
Suddenly we want to fit in, be part of this sick circus, playing a role- perfectly included into society.
Being different is not cool, won’t get you enough likes, will not satisfy the large mass.
It hurts them like a headache, if you are different-minded.
Because what we don’t understand, we hate.
It’s one of the first impulse chasing through us.
Empathy is something very rare these days- to get behind the actions, to see that everybody has its own struggles, their own drugs they have to juggle another day another struggle (yeah, I had to quote biggie smalls at this point).
We don’t have to understand every single move like- why some people shave, some don’t like it, or wear bras or don’t wear bras, there are people with anxiety who are afraid of crowds, hell even if you are a grown ass man and like your fingernails in the colour black, the list could go on and on.
I don’t have to agree or understand every single choice everybody makes- because it is not my f**king business.
I have my own life to celebrate.
We are all so much more than we show to the outside, our feelings and wishes, deepest fears burn deep inside all of us.
Isn’t it great to know there are millions and millions more people wishing, hoping and dreaming for a better world just like us?
We all bleed the same blood, cry the same hot, salty tears when we are hurt and scared.
We are all craving the love from another human being and want to explore the world like we want in its full beauty.
We are living on this planet, we should cherish this gift of our lives- finding our true self!
Not becoming machines, dressing all the same, thinking the same thoughts- being locked-in in some brainwash full of body shaming, self-hate and fake happiness.
Is it worth to be like everybody else, to get approval for not being who you really want to be?
I know looking yourself in the eye and dealing with the truth; finding your own good vibe is hard.
Its’ really hard, you maybe loose friends, friends who where you everything once; turning out to tie you down, don’t letting you fully grow; even your own family won’t always understand the choices you make. But everybody must experience different things on their path, we need those experiences, the heartbreak, the loneliness all the messy feelings to grow from them. I truly believe this. Everything you are going through will be worth it in the end. There may be crying, a lot of crying to wash out all this self-hate and shame, feeling hopeless and alone even your body feels kind of weird.
Just remember- finding yourself is a journey.
Journeys aren’t always easy, along the way there are storms and rain, wind lashing in your face, tearing you apart. Just to make you grow deeper- to wash away the dirt of your soul, rising from your own ashes like a phoenix.
Or how Florence Welch would sing “It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back- so shake him off”

HERCULES MULLIGAN
AGE: 30
CHARGE(S): Second Degree Criminal Trespass, 60-day sentence
ADD. NOTES: Worked at a dept. store; is married; suspicious lack of background info on him. Can apparently sew pretty well; Is always laced-up, which scares people; Best beat-boxer; Best source of pod information.

JOHN “JACK” LAURENS
AGE: 23
CHARGE(S): Third Degree Assault, 1 year sentence
ADD. NOTES: Former combat medic; was studying law at Columbia University; has family in London, England; Gets himself into a LOT of unnecessary fights; Has a phenomenal R&B voice; Keeps a sketchbook on him, draws mostly turtles; Regularly complains about the fact that jails don’t provide drinks.

ALEXANDER HAMILTON
AGE: 19
CHARGE(S): Resisting Arrest, 60-day sentence
ADD. NOTES: Immigrated from Nevis at age 17; First LT in the US army (under Major General Washington**); has no known living relatives. Uses an extensive vocabulary; Talks too much; Has an amazing girlfriend; Spends most of his time reading/writing; Free-styles like nobody’s business.

MARIE-JOSEPH PAUL YVES ROCH GILBERT du MOTIER, MARQUIS de LA FAYETTE
AGE:21
CHARGE(S): Fourth Degree Criminal Mischief (Vandalism), 1 year sentence
ADD. NOTES: Immigrated from France last year; knows only basic English but learns quick; worked at a local bakery. Is a surprisingly fast rapper; Always goes out of his way to celebrate on July 4th; Shows impressive strategic skills; Seems pretty chill most of the time.

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20 questions about 2016 with Lin-Manuel Miranda (Entertainment Weekly):

“I’m a f—ing mess right now.”

That’s Lin-Manuel Miranda mere seconds after the Hamilton Mixtape live-stream event at New York’s Richard Rodgers Theatre on Dec. 1, where folks like Ja Rule, Ashanti, Andra Day, and Regina Spektor performed remixed, reimagined songs from the Broadway musical. Miranda is in London (a new home) getting into shuffle-step shape in rehearsals for Mary Poppins Returns (a new experiment), watching the live YouTube event on his way home to tuck his kid into bed (a new pleasure, afforded by no longer being in Hamilton six nights a week).

Miranda, as a Miranda is wont to be, is emotional, but it’s a version of emotional which has become his defining reaction to any good thing — and there were a lot of them — that happened this year. […] It would be easy to get lost in the accolades, but that’s not Miranda’s M.O. Miranda spent the better part of this year beaming and cheering for the success and careers of others, never betraying more than the minimal amount of self-satisfaction you can cull from knowing you’re responsible for changing someone else’s life (be it New York actor or Montana teen). In 2016, others endlessly sang his creative praises — there were awards with his name engraved, holy grails of Grammy, Tony, and Pulitzer. But as his professional career skyrocketed, his emotional journey stayed largely the same: gratitude, appreciation, and a desire to create again, expectations be damned.

Exactly one year ago, he was one of EW’s Entertainers of the Year, and the same is once again true. Upon a recent revisit with Miranda, it becomes clear that when it comes to his commitment to entertaining this year, not a thing has changed — even though it certainly seems as if everything has.

[…]

4. What was the last Hamilton-related dream you had?
It’s been a minute. My go-to anxiety dream is I’ve got an hour to get somewhere and suddenly New York’s map has changed out from under me and I’m on some weird new train that’s going the opposite direction of what I wanted. It’s a little like Hogwarts and the staircases don’t get you where you want to go. I probably had a mixtape delivery deadline dream – that’s probably the safest best, that we were due to finish the album and I got on the wrong train and suddenly I’m on a J train in Queens.

[…]

9. Where do you keep your Grammy?
You know, I still don’t have my Hamilton Grammy? I don’t. I have my Heights one. Grammy’s got to get on that. Maybe mine got lost in the mail. I can tell you all the rest of the stuff is on a shelf in New York. I think it’s at my parents’ house?

10. What was your last text to Javier Muñoz?
My last text to Javi was “You got hacked! Change your password!” He got badly hacked and someone started writing all this crazy stuff, and I was like ‘Javi, Javi your Twitter is going crazy.’ No, wait, you know what? There’s one more recent than that. Oh, I texted him happy birthday!

11. What was your favorite day on Twitter this year?
The fun with Twitter, and the reason it’s so addictive for theater performers, has always been that you’re getting the dopamine of an audience in your pocket whenever you want. So if you’d asked me this question last year, I would say the day we began streaming the cast album on NPR. Six years of music I had been working on, finally in the world, and hearing people respond in real-time. I think my answer now might be people hearing the mixtape for the first time, hearing it drop in different time-zones at midnight like on New Year’s, and watching people tweet me their reactions has been wonderful. But I also really like the silly days. When I hit a million followers on Twitter, Jonathan Sun, this amazing writer, decided it was going to be a #1MillionGIFs party and so we were just sending the dumbest sh– on Twitter all day! Just the dumbest, funniest GIFs you can imagine, all day, and in a time when Twitter has gotten increasingly combative and dour and tough, because there’s been a lot of really scary s–t in the news, we were having a GIF party. It’s nice to be that oasis on the Internet for people.

12. Besides Twitter, which app on your phone did you almost straight-up break this year from using too much?
As soon as [Hamilton sound designer] Nevin Steinberg turned me on to it, the backgammon app. That’s like my wife and I’s sport of choice. That’s my go-to “I can’t be on the internet right now, I’m gonna play 20 games of backgammon.”

13. What was the most surprising Hamilton meme this year?
I was surprised by “Find someone who looks at you the way Lin-Manuel looks at literally everyone.” [Laughs.] You know, I’m lucky to be in a situation where most of the time when people see me in public, I am staring adorably at a fellow cast member or a guest on Ham4Ham or I’m at the Tonys and I can’t believe where I am. I don’t normally look like that, but I love that. That made me laugh really hard.

[…]

16. How did you reconcile the inherently political nature of Hamilton with a very volatile political year? Essentially, this is my vague Mike Pence question.
You know what’s interesting? I don’t think of myself as inherently political. I think the politics that emerge from my work are whatever politics are apparent to the characters who are living through it. The characters in In the Heights are dealing with gentrification, so you have to touch on that because it’s a day-to-day flesh-and-blood thing that they’re dealing with. The birth of American politics is happening over the course of Hamilton’s life, so you get into that because it’s inherent to the story. I think for me, the goal is always to make everyone feel welcome at the theater, because increasingly — and I think this election has proven — we get our facts from different sources. We get our senses of reality from different sources. It’s easy to curate your own reality. And in a theater, it’s 1,300 people in a room watching the same thing, and that’s powerful. You may have all gone away with different conclusions of it, but you all watched the same thing together.

And so, there’s the Pence of it all — but also the Obama of it all. We had a year in which we were invited to the White House to perform, and a year in which we asked the vice president-elect to represent all of us in the most respectful way I know how. And so those are sort of the two big “political moments,” but they’re about the same things. They’re about “please include all of us.” This country, we are inheritors of it. Whether you felt like you were part of the foundation narrative of this country or not, you live in it now, so what are we to make of it? And that’s sort of about as political as I think I get.

[…]

BONUS QUESTION: 21. Will you have a resolution for next year?
I guess my resolution is to continue to create space for myself and for my family. Without that nothing else goes. That’s the essential engine that makes me feel like I can get up in the morning and do the things I’m doing and just know that things are good with my kid, things are good with my wife, things are good with my friends, and if you have that, everything else can go away, because here’s the secret. The secret is, I’m going to write some big old f—ing flops! I’m going to write some things that really don’t work. I don’t know what those are — you don’t set out to do that — but I‘ve been very, very lucky and I know going in when I write a piece of theater, it can close in a night. I work on a movie, I know it can open and close and disappear. I’ve had enough to it to just know that you can’t control the outcome of something. You can only control the thing you make. So to that end, it’s sort of a refocus on my family and my friends and making sure that the people I love feel good and feel like they still know who I am, and we’re all good, and everything else feels okay, and if I have that foundation, it feels okay to play.

read about the rest of LMM’s 2016 in the full interview

⭐ Welcome to Sheith Week Unlimited, an extension of @sheithweek ⭐

Because one week is not enough, we bring you two. With season 2 coming up soon, why not also celebrate it with your love for the ship of Shiro and Keith? The new season will likely give us new material to work with, which means plenty of opportunities to make use of that creative energy.

Sheith week Unlimited will go from January 27th until February 2nd!

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The prompts for Sheith Week Unlimited are:

  • Day 1 (1/27): Dreamer
  • Day 2 (1/28): Lions
  • Day 3 (1/29): One Last Time
  • Day 4 (1/30): Orbit
  • Day 5 (1/31): Friends
  • Day 6 (2/1): Dalliance
  • Day 7 (2/2): Free Day

Use the tag #sheithweekunlimited when posting your works. Please reblog and spread this post as much as possible.

You’re free to interpret these prompts in whatever way you want. You don’t have to create content based on them unless you want to and you don’t have to create content for every single day. It’s merely a suggestion, not mandatory. What’s important is to have fun!

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Catch Me (Day 7)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,633

A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long to update. I had family and school things to attend to but here it is! The final part of Catch Me - I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you to everyone who reblogged/liked/commented on any part of this story. I adore each and every one of you.

Intro / Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6

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“We’re all needed for this mission,” Steve states from the front of the conference room. His lips are set in a straight line and there are no hints of the smile he was wearing only half an hour earlier when the two of you were eating lunch together. It goes to show that something as seemingly insignificant as a ten-minute phone call can change everything.

“What is it this time?”

“Infiltration.” Steve hesitates before adding, “Of a HYDRA base.”

Bucky who, for the first time ever, voluntarily chose to sit next to you for this meeting, clenches his fists under the table.

“Even me?” Bruce questions, stealing your attention away from HYDRA’s former golden boy. He’s fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater and you wish you could offer him some kind of comfort. You know how opposed he is to becoming the big, green monster unless it’s absolutely necessary.

“We’re only going to need your medical expertise for this one Doc.”

“Oh thank god.” Bruce sinks back in his seat and relief floods through you. At least someone is guaranteed to come out of this mission unscathed.

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Clarke and Bellamy, in many ways, have always been the heart of this show. In Season 1, their relationship was antagonistic, but once they learned how to work together, everything started to fall into place for them as a group in terms of their survival odds. … I like their chances when they’re together.
—  Rothenberg suggests that Bellamy’s decision this week — which was not unlike what Clarke did at Mount Weather — could bring the two characters to a new level of understanding.

Today (Dec. 1, 2016) I hit a major milestone in my weight loss journey! I started this journey May 23, 2016, a week after the left picture was taking, at that time I weighed in at 239 pounds. I was in disbelief when I saw that number because I never saw myself as being that heavy, I knew it was time for a change. I started cutting back on my eating and didn’t workout at all within the first four weeks I had lost 9 pounds. I continued eating right but not working out another month pasted and I only lost 5 pounds which didn’t feel good considering what I’ve done before so the following month I incorporated exercising and the weight started falling off like crazy. I weighed myself about twice a week and it was nice to see the numbers decreasing, it always gave me a little joy to keep going. Tonight when I stepped on that scale and saw a 1(one) leading I was again in disbelief but this time it was different! I felt amazing and proud of my weight and the work I’ve done. I now weigh 198! 40 pounds lighter than I did seven months ago. I’m nowhere near where I want to be but I’m nowhere near where I started and I will continue working hard so I won’t ever see a 2(two) leading on my scale again!
SW:239 CW:198 GW:144 Height:5'5 Age:20

Perks, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader (part two)

Prompt: Reader is a famous actress and gets shipped with Lin by the Internet.

Word-count: 1,643 (Ahahaha I’m a dork)

Warnings: Cursing (which isn’t new), but other than that we’re in the clear, fam. 

Note: *deep breath This was a mess, and pretty fucking bad, but I’m too trash to care. Also, the response to Perks has been a little overwhelming! Like, thank you guys so much for liking it and sharing it, y’all are legit the fucking bomb. Love you all so much. Anyway, enjoy the dumb! 

Part One


You had been in London for two weeks now.

You were there mostly for business reasons, working out where exactly you’ll be recording your next album (your third by now), filming a few scenes for the new Tarentino flick (you weren’t leading, but he was apparently insistent that he get you in somewhere), appearing, it seemed, on every single British late night show, talking about next career moves, (inevitably) your personal life, projects you may or may not have signed on to.

If asked, and if you answered honestly, it was all getting a bit exhausting. The work was a basic component of your life and you were, for the most part, used to it, but the back-to-back interviews and the constant appearances were going to run you to the ground if it didn’t let up.

“They want you on Graham Norton,” Nancy said, passing you your itinerary and a few other papers as your hair was spritzed with another coat of hair spray. “You don’t have to answer today, although it would be better if you did.”

You quickly scanned your rather full schedule, before looking up to allow the makeup artist assigned to you (you didn’t quite catch her name. It rolled off like something foreign and had a lot of R’s) to swipe a bit of eye shadow on your bottom lash-line. After a few more tweaks, it appeared she was done, passing you the mirror as she began packing up. The look was what you usually wore for evening appearances, so it passed your requirements quite easily.

The itinerary was, quite frankly, routine and therefore didn’t receive as much attention as the rest of the stack Nancy handed to you. There were a few scripts, and you cast them aside with care, knowing that at this point there was barely time to really check them over. There was a request to get on Ryan Seacrest’s radio show once you got back to the States (which you agreed to, since you already sorta owe the guy for trashing his house that one party). (A story that, while interesting and riveting, was for another time.) At the bottom of the stack lay the Graham Norton request, and as you read through it, a deep sense of dread began to brew in your stomach, and you didn’t understand why until you reached the planned guest list.

It was impossible to ignore.

Lin-Manuel Miranda.

The list seemed to swell around him, like even the mere presence of his name was enough to cast the rest in mere shadow.

Wait.

Hold the fucking phone.

You took a second glance at the list. Your name and Lin’s name were the only ones on it. Eyes growing to the size of dish saucers, you turned to Nancy, who was looking rightfully sheepish.

“Apparently you’re both in town.” she said, lifting one shoulder in a half-shrug. “Norton is adamant that you appear.”

“Norton is a crafty son-of-a-bitch, that’s what.” you practically seethed. You knew what he was up to; Nancy knew he was up to; and if Lin had received this list, he probably knew what Norton was trying to pull as well. You were at a moment of pure loss, looking from Nancy to the list and back. “What exactly do I do about this?”

“It’s completely up to you.” Nancy said, and you could trace the slightest hint of pity in her eyes. “If it’ll help, Lin already said yes. I was notified by the execs because they think you’ll need an extra bit of convincing.”

“And they think this is the way to do it?” you asked, although it kind of was. Already worn so thin from a tiring day, you were one step behind conceding entirely. “Did they tell you what kind of questions he was going to be asking?”

“I read over what he had planned. All general things!” she added hastily at your sharpening stare. “But I wouldn’t put it past Norton to pull a trick out of his sleeve in the heat of the moment.”

There wasn’t much time for anything else, as a runner knocked and poked his head through the door to tell you that you were on in a fifteen minutes.

“All right,” you sighed when the runner disappeared, sliding off your chair and slipping on your heels. “Tell them I’ll do it.”

At this point, you thought as you were lead to the stage, smiling at the applauding audience, what else do I have to lose?


The news broke out quicker than you would have liked, but, as Nancy patiently reminded you, the press did as it was wont to do. You didn’t give too many comments when the announcement was made, that Y/N Y/L/N and Lin-Manuel Miranda were indeed appearing together on The Graham Norton Show on Friday night, apart from openly poking fun of the coincidence (it wasn’t a coincidence, but you had to put up some sort of show right?) on Twitter.

You weren’t alone in that department; Lin had taken to Twitter as well when the commercial featuring the two of you aired, answering a fan question and essentially breaking the Internet.

ham 4 trash: WAIT ARE YOU REALLY GOING ON GRAHAM NORTON WITH Y/N

Lin-Manuel Miranda:@ham4trash Yep! Fingers crossed I don’t fuck it up. Wish me luck kids!

Attached to the tweet was GIF of an overexcited cat, which you cracked a smile at. You scrolled further down his profile, virtually aw-ing at his good morning tweets and cackling at some of the more humorous ones.

Lin-Manuel Miranda: My dad just texted me. Told me not to do anything stupid. Not making any promises! #Elaine4Ham

You replied to him before you could think it through.

Y/N Y/L/N: @Lin_Manuel Oy US Navy, enough with the hyping me thing. Meeting me might ruin the image of perfection.

Within minutes he had tweeted back.

Lin-Manuel Miranda: @Y/N THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE, KING. IMPOSSIBLE.

Of course, everyone jumped on the interaction, and by the time you opened your phone the next day, you had to scroll through piles and piles of notifications and emails, all asking about Lin and if you’d met or seen each other before. You ignored most of them and instead went straight to your business emails.

But even your business emails were full of the same questions, albeit with less screaming and emoticons and more pointed and gentle prodding.

You flinched, and opened Nancy’s message first. Best to get it over with.

The rest of your morning wasn’t as eventful, if anything just louder, with your phone buzzing every two seconds, texts from friends and family and management alike; you went to work, talked your manager’s (Brian, who was lovely but also, quite sadly, not as there as Nancy was) ear off concerning the album details, and on your lunch break, you decided to walk around and see if there were any shops you could get decent food from.

Maybe it was because the gods had a deep perverse pleasure in fucking you over. Maybe it was because fate had other plans and some other spiritual bullshit. Maybe it was because you were quite honestly fucking useless with directions.

You had been trying to outrun a few stubborn paparazzi, and without thinking, without planning, you had managed to land in the arms of the very person you were somewhat dreading to face.

“Whoa there!” Lin said as he caught you around the waist, saving you from falling on your ass.

“Oy, Usnavi, help, SOS,” you said, in an attempt to save face. Lin released some sort of cross between a laugh and a cough as he pulled you into an empty alleyway. You heard the pound of footsteps pass and, pressing a hand hard to your chest, felt your pulse slip back into normality.

“What,” someone panted, “was that about?”

Oh. Right. Lin.

“Paps chasing me, I was near-about running and the assholes decided to run as well. Sorry for demolishing you and everything.” you said, grinning at him to at least get him to calm the fuck down. He wasn’t even the one being hunted and he was practically hyperventilating.

But then you saw Lin freeze, and you were beginning to worry about whether or not the hyperventilating caught up with him before he spoke.

“You’re Elaine,” he said, breathless.

You nodded, a slightly confused smile on your face. You cocked your head to the side, hands going to your waist. “I am. And you’re Usnavi.”

You took his petrification as an opportunity to look at him, really look at him. His hair was as short as it was on the Fallon interview on that dratted night of too much wine and too little comprehension; his eyes were bright, a dark swatch of coffee, and decidedly warm (no joke, it felt like a dunk in a cup hot cocoa, looking him straight in the eye); he was dressed in too many layers and had that delicately rumpled look that shouldn’t suit him as well as it did.

You cleared your throat (this was already getting too weird), held out your hand. “As much as I like Elaine, the name is actually Y/N.”

He took it, grip oxymoronically soft and firm at the same time. “Lin, but you can call me Usnavi if you like that better.”

You grinned at him, which he returned. You chanced a look at your watch. You had thirty minutes left before you were to head back to the film lot. You looked at him again. He was on his phone, but he clicked it shut and slipped it back into his pocket as he looked back at you.

“How about I make it up to you and maybe get you some coffee?”

He smiled, and you noticed passingly that it was too big for his face. “I’d like that.”

forest elves and minotaurs

a little something i wrote for @incaseyouart​‘s phan elf au ,, enjoy !!

summary: ((it’s literally just the verbal form of this post here)

words: 1.4k

t/w: none

((it starts a little slow but bare with aha)

Patrolling, as uneventful and inconceivably dull as it was, was probably the most exciting part of Dan’s week.

Which he supposed made his week pretty uneventful and inconceivably dull in itself

Patrolling alone was not particularly interesting at all. Dan had heard enough faeries tell him that their silvery glowing liquid was actually ‘a luminescent forest protection balm’ (instead of what Dan suspected it to be) to last him a few decent lifetimes. And it was just so boring, strolling around one godforsaken area of the forest for hours at a time. That wasn’t what made it interesting, though.

It was more the atmosphere of it all. 

The Darker Forest was the type of place to send shivers cascading down your spine. The breeze crawling through the fog and reaching out at the most unsuspected of moments. Grabbing onto your shoulders, cloaks, your hands, trying to tug you further into it’s depths. 

Dan lived for it. Understandable- it was to be expected of a Dark Elf.
Live in the darkness, and guard the Villages. The boring principles they were all forced to live by. Dan had strayed as far as he possible could from the stereotypes that basically governed them, opting to become a performer and the main storyteller of his village, instead of a guard or night-raiser. Yet, this month, he’d been forced into patrolling instead of performing.

The Council liked to do this sometimes, they didn’t see his storytelling as ‘contributing to their established world’, basically meaning it wasn’t a real job and he needed to pull his weight around the Village. Which he didn’t agree with in the slightest. People went batshit crazy without his stories to brighten up their days, but he guessed he needed somewhere to get his stories from- and if not the Sprite’s villages, the Darker Forest was the prefect place to find them.

Still, this job had nothing on the thrill of entertaining. The Darker Forest creeped him out, plus he was sure all the forest elves, and the river sprites and everyone else hated him for the patrolling and having to interact with everyone he came across. That was okay though, he hated it too. 

Dan stopped moving suddenly. He let out a stale breath, feeling the tree roots behind him slithering under his boots, coiling themselves around his ankles and winding up to his knees.

Crap.

He needed to move faster. The tree roots around these parts tended to do that if you stood in one spot for too long, Dan figured it had something to do with the faeries ‘luminescent forest protection balm’, doing it’s luminescent forest protecting.

He grabbed at his shoes, tugging the roots from where they had attached themselves to the buckles and trampling on them, breaking into a little jog. He could hear a humming from somewhere nearby, a soft little jingle that made the ominous darkness of the forest seem a little brighter. 

Then it all dimmed again, Dan realising that humming meant people and people meant interaction. Probably a Pixie- it was in their nature to sing and hum and be generally obnoxious. 

Dan moved through the trees as quietly as he could, Pixies tended to overreact and scream when they were surprised- a sequence that often led him into a lot of trouble.

As he drew closer to the sound, he realised it was not a Pixie. It was far too deep in comparison to their strange tinkle and, in Dan’s opinion, far too nice. Something nearby was casting a strange glow now, a greenish light emitting from in front of him, lighting a clear path towards the humming sound. The wind was strengthening and Dan shivered, hiding further into his thick black cloak. The trees blew wildly, leaves raining down from them like raindrops. The sky had begun to darken and the entire forest had that sort of scent like it was about to rain. Dan hated the rain. Too cold and miserable.

He peered through the trees, curious as to see the source of the light.
It definitely was not a Pixie. A boy- a forest elf, sat crouched over a tree. He was sort of strange-looking, dressed all in green, his feet wrapped in leaves and a shawl covered his shoulders, buttoned up with little leaf clasps. 

And he was glowing.

The glow, the greenish one that tinted all the trees and lit up the entire Darker Forest, was coming from this boy, emitting from his hands and face and through the leaves on his feet.

It made Dan stop and stare.

He didn’t quite understand what the boy was doing, he looked to be scavenging around for something at the base of a tree. His hands dug around in the dirt and his cloak shimmered as he moved his head.

Dan groaned. It pained him to have to interact with people, but the protocol basically forced him to ask questions to everyone he came across. This was why he hated patrol. 

“Who are you?” He demanded, marching over to the boy. The elf’s head whipped around quicker than a sprite running from trouble- a little too fast. Dan leapt back as the boy let out a squeal, tumbling to the ground. Falling backwards and jerking his head up to avoid landing on it, in a way that Dan could only describe as about as elegant as a giant sitting down too fast (which wasn’t a pretty sight, and Dan could tell you that from experience).

“Ah, sorry, you startled me!” The boy smiled widely, and Dan was almost intimidated by the sheer glow of cheerfulness in his grin, “My name is Phil!”

“Oh, uh sorry about that,” Dan mumbled, smiling back despite the mask that covered the bottom half of his face. “Here,” He offered a hand out to the boy to pull him up, and he took it gratefully. 

“Thank you,” Phil said.

“No problem. What are you doing in this forest anyways?” Dan chuckled, “It can be dangerous… for someone who literally glows.” He added, mumbling the last part under his breath.

“Well, I was trying to find a plant, but then this squirrel chased me! It was so determined? Maybe it knows there are bigger plans for me in this forest,” Phil rambled, Dan trying his best not to laugh.

“A squirrel? Are you actually kidding me?” Dan giggled, pulling his mask down a little, “But aren’t you like… a forest elf? And you’re scared of a little squirrel?”

Phil beamed, “I know- I’m just a bit weird,” He shrugged. This guy was a complete goofball and Dan couldn’t lie, he was a little worried he was going to get himself killed in the Darker Forest.

“Anyway the plant you were looking for… what was it called?” He tried to spark up a conversation, intrigued at the strange elf.

“Oh! It’s called Sanitas Medela. They grow at the bases of trees like this one,” Phil smiled, gesturing to the tall tree they stood under.


“Did you try looking all around?” Dan questioned.

“Ah, no.”

“I’ll be happy to help!” He offered. It beat patrolling any day.

Phil nodded gratefully, “That’d be amazing.”

Dan pulled his mask back up, following Phil as they began to hunt through the trees, Phil stopping to admire a particular leaf every few seconds.

“Look at this one!” He exclaimed, “The patterning is exquisite!” Dan giggled at Phil’s use of ‘exquisite’ to describe a leaf, and he glanced at the tree.


“It’s, uh, nice.” It was really just a leaf. A very average leaf.

“I know! Beautiful.” Phil smiled, plucking it from the tree and shoving it into his bag. “I think we’re nearby a grove of the tree the Sanitas Medela grows under- we should be able to find one there.”

“Perfect!” Dan smiled.

Phil had begun to talk again as they walked, but stopped mid-sentence, “But I don’t think it’s necessary- that’s one there!” Phil yelled excitedly, rushing to grab the small plant. It was a little underwhelming, Dan had to be honest. Basically just a green stick with some red dots at the end. Nothing special.

“That’s so lucky- these are rare,” Phil seemed so content that Dan couldn’t help but beam, “Thanks for your help…uh…”


“Oh, it’s Howell- but you can call me Dan I guess!” He said, pulling the hood of his cloak down and the mask along with it.

“Nice to meet you, Dan!”


“So, uh, what’s the plant for anyways?”

“It’s one of the best for healing the body,” Phil smiled down at it.

“Are you sick?” Dan questioned, feeling sick to his stomach with worry.

“Not me, but my-“ Phil stopped. His ears perked up at a noise from far away. A low growl, followed by the a cracking sound. Branches snapping. “Uh- what’s that,” He whispered nervously, fear forming in his eyes as he stared, scared, at Dan.

They both turned around. The beast stood, snuffling in the shadows, hidden partly by the trees. It’s great bull-like face showed no emotion but anger, and it’s eyes glowed a sinister red.

“Minotaur.” Dan said shortly, his fingers reaching down to grasp his dagger.

5 Books on Editing and Language
A Shelfie from Ruth Evans Lane, Editor in Getty Publications. 

Hi, I’m Ruth Evans Lane, associate editor in Getty Publications. I really like books, and I would gladly discuss language with you any day of the week. These are five books that have pushed me to think about language in different ways.

1. The Subversive Copy Editor:  Advice from Chicago (or, How to Negotiate Good Relationships with Your Writers, Your Colleagues, and Yourself) by Carol Fisher Saller (University of Chicago Press, 2009).

A second edition of this book just came out this last year, which I haven’t yet read, but this is an essential companion to the editor’s bible, The Chicago Manual (see below). The demands on an editor can feel overwhelming, but Carol Fisher Saller, an editor of The Chicago Manual, breaks it down in a hilarious (I promise!) and helpful way.

 2. The Language Instinct: How the Mind Creates Language by Steven Pinker (William Morrow and Co., 1994)

Steven Pinker is a cognitive scientist and linguist at Harvard, and I read this book during a truly formative time in my life—right after I finished college. I was an English major, budding editor, and insufferable pedant. Pinker completely changed the way I thought about language—you won’t catch me telling anyone irregardless isn’t a word (though if you see it in one of the books I’ve edited, know that I’m lying dead somewhere).

 3. The Chicago Manual (University of Chicago Press, 2010)

In my world, there is no higher authority. The Chicago Manual (CMOS) is my alpha and omega. As art editors, we from time to time follow different conventions than those set forth in CMOS, and I’ve never met a rule I wouldn’t consider breaking, but I consult this book every single day (though, more often than not, their online edition), and when I was doing my copyediting certificate at UCSD Extension, I read it cover to cover.

4. The Riverside Chaucer (Houghton Mifflin, 1987)

If anyone ever tells you that there’s a right way spell a word, well, they should spend some time looking at medieval English. English didn’t really have standardized spelling until well into the 18th century, and even today, spellings are still changing, though less dramatically than they once did. One of the most interesting things to me about Chaucer is that he is, along with Dante, the most famous early vernacular writer (vernacular in this context means the language of the common people, so English for Chaucer and Italian for Dante). During the Middle Ages in England, most texts were still written in Latin, and French was spoken at court; Chaucer and Dante (and other, less-known writers before them) were not just brilliant writers but true revolutionaries.

5. The Adventures of Gillion de Trazegnies: Chivalry and Romance in the Medieval East by Elizabeth Morrison and Zrinka Stajuljak (Getty Publications, 2015)

This is a book I edited for the Getty and it’s special to me not just because the authors were tremendously fun (see this trailer for the book) but also because it’s about an exquisitely beautiful illuminated manuscript in the Getty’s collection that also happens to be written in vernacular French (which you can hear Zrinka reading here). Most of the medieval manuscripts in our collection are religious and written in Latin, so this Middle French tale of the love affairs and adventures of a medieval knight during the Crusades is extra special. This book, which gives the truly stunning illuminations along with a translation from Middle French, also provides a fascinating account of the manuscript’s cultural and political context and an in-depth art historical analysis.

p!atd asks
  • 1. describe the pretty. odd. aesthetic in 3 words
  • 2. ryden or brallon?
  • 3. which era would you most like to go back to?
  • 4. do you own any of the albums on cd/vinyl? if so, which ones?
  • 5. which song would you most want to see live?
  • 6. your all time favourite lyric from them?
  • 7. have you read throam? any ryden fics?
  • 8. would you yell at someone if they forgot the exclamation point?
  • 9. bren’s high notes or the low ones?
  • 10. most relatable song
  • 11. the song that makes you cry every time
  • 12. have you ever met any of the guys? how was it?
  • 13. how many times have you been to their concerts?
  • 14. have you listened to any of ryan ross’ solo music?
  • 15. which band would you most like to see on tour with panic! ?
  • 16. favourite music video
  • 17. have any of the guys ever noticed you on social media?
  • 18. own any merch? posters?
  • 19. how many times have you watched fob’s drunk history?
  • 20. can you play any of their songs on an instrument?
  • 21. favourite tattoo of bren’s?
  • 22. fmk; ryan, dallon, brendon
  • 23. on a scale of 1-10, how much do you love sarah?
  • 24. thoughts on brendon naming his studio urielectric?
  • 25. do you have any panic! related tattoos? if so, what are they?
  • 26. the song you like the least?
  • 27. if you met brendon; handshake, fistbump, high five, or hug?
  • 28. do you follow dallon on snapchat?
  • 29. favourite track off too weird to live?
  • 30. thoughts on the la devotee music video?
  • 31. bren or beebo?
  • 32. how would you feel if the band went back to its composition of when pretty. odd. came out?
  • 33. post your favourite picture of brendon boyd urie.
  • 34. which album cover do you like the most?
  • 35. funniest/weirdest lyric of theirs you can think of right now?
  • 36. v&v; official tracks or bonus tracks?
  • 37. can you name one long song title off afycso (apart from lying) without looking it up?
  • 38. what is, in your opinion, the catchiest song off doab?
  • 39. penny or bogart?
  • 40. ever written p!atd fanfic?
  • 41. are your eyes the size of the moon?
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7/100 days of productivity • 7/1/17 💪🏼

so so so happy today; I started work at 1:00pm and I haven’t been this productive in ages and I’ve got so much done like:
- sixth form application
- brought some cute little things from Tiger (1st pic)
- a load of geography key term cards (2nd pic)
- planned my mock exam/revision timetable for the next week (3rd pic)
- a few little maths reference cards (4th pic)
- taught myself how to do a load of maths questions which I felt so proud about (5th pic)
- studied for English language component 1 for my first mock exam on Monday (6th pic)
- a total of 10 pomodoro’s which, again, I am extremely happy about
- numerous other little bits and bobs

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“everlong” part 1/?


saigenos week finally helped me get over this art block! a little thoughts on this comic. i always had a little trouble bridging the emotional gap between saitama and genos. genos is young and passionate and sensitive, but its hard for me to see someone like saitama expand his emotional capacity, which is what this comic is about! i want to write a story of developing saitama being able to be intimate with someone. i have the ending worked out in my head but the middle is currently just one giant blob of probably a lot of angst. to be continued!!

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