you don't know how much i love this scene

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bonus:

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- Are you hurt?
- Yeah, a little.
- A little?

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the way he dances while his favorite song is playing is so precious. (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ω˂̣̣̥)੭ु⁾⁾

Commander Lexa - 03x05

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If you must die, sweetheart
Die knowing your life was my life’s best part
And if you must die,
Remember your life
– Keaton Henson

(insp.)

“― you giant, stubborn, righteous idiot.”

the glorious hug scene from chapter 8 of @dracze​’s fanfic half way across. my mind went to a line from tkj that goes something like “he’s afraid of falling” and it makes my heart feel heavy

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but some of us are looking at the stars by @lecrit (x)

There aren’t many things that Alec loves as much as he loves the stars. Most nights, he just likes to sit on his balcony and watch the eerie darkness drape over the sky and the silver glow of the moon, surrounded by the stars shaping constellations he knows by heart.

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“They started to dance. Soon, the other guests drew back to watch, as if following a silent command. A circle formed around Cesare and Lucrezia, with the young brother and sister involuntarily taking centre state. […]Without doubt, Cesare and Lucrezia were the most beautiful couple in the ballroom. Their smooth moves, the elegance of their clothes, their poise and the harmony between them attracted everyone’s attention. An uninformed observer would’ve believed them to be the bridal couple, because they were smiling at each other in deep understanding like usually only lovers did.”

Either Caesar or Nothing - Jutta Laroche

@lucrizias I’m dedicating this one to you! bc you helped me a lot with your gifs lessons lol and I know how much you love this scene of our bbies.

anonymous asked:

this feels silly but how do you see Harry & Ginny arguing? They both have tempers & they both don't mind yelling so even though their relationship is pretty sexually charged I feel like they'd have to get into some arguments that don't end with sexy things? & even though Ginny is really patient with Harry's devotion to work, do you think it would ever get under her skin? I've been rereading the books and I love your art & was just curious to know if you had any thoughts? thank you :))

There’s this scene that I love so much in Order of the Phoenix… Harry is depressed thinking he was possessed by Voldemort so he avoids talking to anyone because he is feeling guilty, grumpy, angry and stressed. Ron and Hermione, his best friends, are not able to say anything but then Ginny goes all “That was a bit stupid of you, I was possessed I know how it feels, you should have talked to me”  (of course, not these words but something like that).  and Harry “I’m sorry, I forgot.” “Lucky you.” But then she gives him peace by saying he wasn’t possessed based on her experience in the second book.

So… I use this scene as base to write or draw Harry and Ginny arguing when they are married. Something bad happening at work and Harry refusing to talk to anyone. That’s alright, but he also avoids Ginny and that’s the worst thing he could do - not only to her, but to himself. She doesn’t yell, but her blazing look isn’t sexy - it’s actually angry.

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anonymous asked:

tina is an awful character and I don't know why anyone would like her so much??? newt should end up with leta tbh eddie had more chemistry with that picture than that katherine chick

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

Okay, let me lay it down for you: I LOVE TINA GOLDSTEIN. I LOVE KATHERINE WATERSTON. THEREFORE, I DO NOT WANT ANY HATE FOR EITHER OF THEM IN MY ASKS. IT IS NOT A FUCKING DIFFICULT REQUEST.

Tina is NOT an awful character: she is complex, insecure, strong, intelligent, motivated…I could go on forever about how amazing she is and why but I’ll narrow it down to a few fine points:

  • In the subway scene, it is TINA who manages to calm Credence down - NOT Newt or Graves, TINA.
  • To quote the screenplay directly: “CREDENCE reaches out to TINA, the only person who has ever done him an uncomplicated kindness” and “He has dreamed of her ever since she saved him from a beating”
  • DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Tina selflessly helped Credence, PROTECTED him even when it meant losing her job or even her life (the Obscurial was dangerous - I love Credence and will protect him, but he was dangerous in his Obscurus form)
  • Tina basically raised her little sister after their parents died - they were only little girls and she basically raised her little sister and would do anything to protect her.
  • Tina duelling who she thought to be Graves - a guy who was more than likely her mentor - to protect Newt/Credence

I’m going to write another long post about why I love Tina soon but I’m about to watch “Alien” with my dad so I’ve got to go.

As for the chemistry comment…honestly, just shut up. Shut the fuck up. I’m sick of this. We saw ONE PHOTO of Leta and you know what? I AM EXCITED TO MEET HER BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE MORE OF NEWT’S PAST. I do not hate Leta.

Were we even watching the same movie? Didn’t you see that ending scene on the docks?? Their chemistry was HIGH AS A KITE.

I’m done.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

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I adore only you.

anonymous asked:

Omg I read your initial reactions post to cmbyn and now I'm even more psyched than ever for the movie!! If you don't mind, can you describe some of the touches that happen in the movie to show the progression of their relationship? Actions often speak louder than words. I'm wondering how their internal feelings and conflicts are shown thru body language. Thx so much!!

I’M GLAD YOU’RE EXCITED!! I’m going to answer this because I’m #robsessed with this movie but @people pls stop sending me asks about the sex scenes I’m not going to answer them LMAO. if you want to know movie deetz just message me off anon or my friends will murder me for continually posting spoilers (I’m awful I love spoiling stuff). 

ANYWAY I’M RE-READING THE BOOK CURRENTLY AND THE PHYSICALITY TRANSLATES REALLY WELL ESPECIALLY BECAUSE TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET IS A GENIUS @ HUMAN NOODLE ACTING (major spoilers!!!!!!!!!)

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anonymous asked:

My boyfriend went to see IT with me and the whole scene of Georgie running in the rain before he hit his head he was singing "you are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away" in my ear BUT HE NEVER SAW THE 1990 MOVIE HE DIDN'T KNOW GEORGIE WAS GONNA DIE -🚬

OH NO

“When John dreamed it was of the desert, miles of it, gently curving. It felt like the soft-strong curve of a woman’s body, the curl from her hip to her waist and up her back. It made him feel safe. He walked across the sand, and loved it; the burning annihilation that was the sun was present but very far away. When he finally woke he didn’t feel tired or frightened.” (Thursdayplaid, Bantam Wars)

In case you’re wondering: Yes, the boy is baby!John Watson, the man is John Watson. This is (another) beautiful scene in @thursdayplaid ’s Wee Doctor series that just itches to get out of my head onto the paper. Every time I reread this incredible fic, there are new scenes I want to paint and sketch so this probably won’t be the last :)))

Either way, if you’re up for a non-slash AU BBC Sherlock fic, open to new characters, eager for adventures and friendships and family love, this incredible fic is for you.

atomicduckpolice  asked:

Can you write a scene in a soulmate AU? I just love that dynamic, don't worry about your grammar I'm sure It will be fantastic.

Thank you so much!

It’s not good, but I really do hope you enjoy it.

I tried to write it in Canon-verse, but somehow i just couldn’t.



Rey used to be fascinated by the idea of soul marks when she was young. Growing up in an orphanage with no one there for you tended to make a girl daydreamed about her very own prince charming. She used to spend hours imagine how their first encounter would be like. She had always been an optimist, according to people around her.
But when her soul mark appeared on her wrist on her first day as a barista in a coffee shop near her college, she couldn’t help but cringed.
‘BENJAMIN SOLO, 31 Oct, 1990’
The name was not common enough for her to think it could’ve been someone else, but the TA from her history class was just so…awkward. He kept to himself and rarely ever spoke, she just found it hard to believe the universe would pair her up with someone so…dull.
It didn’t help that soul marks are exclusive for female either. She couldn’t tell if he was interested in her at all, or if he knew that they were soulmates. He just came in the coffee shop daily for coffee and stayed at the table in the deepest corner of the shop, never said anything to her more than a coffee order.
Triple-shot espresso with no sugar, like his aura was not gloomy enough.
She sighed, whipped her cell phone out to check for e-mails and text messages. It was a slow afternoon and she was bored out of her mind. She just hoped the person she texted last night responded.
‘I don’t think she even know I exist.’
A small smile crept on the face as she read the text.
Kylo Ren was an exact opposite of Ben Solo, this friend she only met online was charming, lovely, and had a wicked sense of humor that always cheered her up on her bad days. She had been talking to Kylo for the past three years since she joined an e-mail pal program her orphanage organized. They made her used a pen name in order to make her more comfortable to open up with a faceless stranger, from then on, she was Kira, a normal girl with a normal friend whom she had never met.
Not that she minded though. It was easier for her to keep her crush on Kylo a secret when he couldn’t see her face.
Especially when he was head over heels in love with some girl that did not even acknowledge his existence.
Rey kept telling herself that it was for the best they hadn’t met, Kylo had someone out there who rightfully belonged to him, she couldn’t have him no matter how much she wanted to.
And she was stuck with Ben Solo.
‘Don’t say that. I’m sure she is well aware of you existence.’
She typed. Kylo mentioned on several occasion how tall he was. Rey liked to imagine resting her head on his broad chest and listening to the steady beats of his heart.
‘It’s not fair. Why are girls allowed to know who she’s gonna spend the rest of her life with and I’m stuck in this stupid guessing game?’
She could sense irritation from his text. Clearly Kylo was having a bad day.
‘Maybe you choose try and talk to her. Maybe she IS your soulmate, but she is to shy to tell you that.’
It pained her to play cupid for a guy her had feelings for, but it wouldn’t be right to tell him to give up. She just want Kylo to be happy.
‘She covered her wrist with a huge ass wristband and looked at me like I insulted her father every time we met. I really doubt that’s the case.’
“Oh. You poor thing.”
She mumbled, resisting the urge to ask him for this bitch’s location and hailed a cab there to knock some sense into her.
Rey looked down at her own covered wrist, maybe she was not the one to talk.
‘Try to break the ice. Start a conversation. Who knows, you might get a good friend out of this.’
She tried to cheer him up. Some woman chose to stay single or marry someone who was not her soulmate and stay friends with the guy who was chosen for her by the universe. It was a rare occasion, but not entirely impossible.
‘You know what? I might try that. I mean, it’s not like I’m asking her to marry me, right? Just…wanna talk…’
Kylo also did mention in the past that he was not as good at interacting with people as he seemed to be with her. At first Rey didn’t think much of it, but it’s been three months and Kylo still just follow this girl around like a lovesick puppy without so much as a glance from her. Maybe she needed to step in before Kylo did something stupid and sent the girl running.
‘What do you plan on talking to her about? You know any of her interests?’Rey typed.
‘Coffee…Plants…Books… I’m pretty sure they are something along that line.’
Simple enough.
‘Start with something broad, see if she is interested in the topic. You can do it, Kylo.’ She hesitated, then typed. ‘If it didn’t work out. You still have my shoulder to cry on.’
‘I really wish you were here.’
She smiled at the text, before looking up when she heard a cough.
“Umm…”
Ben Solo was standing right in front of her. The poor lad looked like he hadn’t sleep in days. But even with that deep shadow under his eyes and his quiet personality, he still was a very attractive man.
She just wish he would be more…Kylo.
“Yes, sir. How can I help you?” She forced a smile onto her face. Even if Ben had done nothing to her, his mere presence was more than enough to make her felt uneasy.
“Do you know that if you drink two cups of coffee daily, you will decrease your risk of committing suicide by 50%”
Rey blinked at him. She had no idea how to respond to that.
“Umm. 1 cup of triple shot espresso, please.”
It was his second cup of the day, so she couldn’t help herself but asked.
“Are you trying to lower your suicide risk?”
“….”
He just stared at her awkwardly. So Rey continued to do her work and just ignore him as usual.
When Ben was gone, she picked up her phone again.
‘I screwed up. Now she thinks I’m a weirdo!’
‘Well, at least she know you exist.’ Rey didn’t dare ask what he said to that girl.
‘I wish I was born like 80 years earlier. You know, back in the day, my grandfather just told my grandma he hated sands, and the next thing he knew they were having twins.’
‘You father must have been very hot.’ That was all she could reply.
‘He was.’
‘How about you pretend to bump into her. Or drop something for her to pick up. You know, like a proper high class lady you are.’ She teased. Suddenly, a sound of a coffee cup shattering the floor caught her attention. She almost rolled her eyes when she saw Ben knelt down to pick up the pieces.
“Let me do it.” She told him and knelt down beside the tall figure. They were so close she could feel the burn of her soul mark, begging for her to tell him he was the one.
“Sorry.” He mumbled. His voice sounded  deeper when  he was close. He looked nervous and guilty.It made him seemed a little more approachable somehow, and for a moment, Rey even thought that expression was rather cute.
“No problem.”
Rey said, looked away from Ben’s face. It was her job to clean up after customer anyway.
When she got back to her phone, there were tons of texts waiting for her.
‘Nope. Didn’t work.’
‘And I pretty sure she hates me now.’
‘Kira. Do you think it’s time we actually meet up?’
‘I could really use a friend right now.’
Rey felt her heart slamming into her rib cage. They had talked about meeting up from time to time, but it just didn’t feel right. Even calling each other on the phone didn’t feel right, so they stuck with texting ever since.
But she sensed that Kylo really could use a shoulder to cry on right now.
‘Sure. I’m working part time in a coffee shop right now. I’ll sent you a location.’
She knew Kylo was near by. He mentioned working in this area after quit from his mother’s company.
‘What?’
That was the only thing the test said after he got her location.
‘What’s what?’ She typed, and that was when her phone rang.
Kylo names flashed across the screen, considering how long she had his number, this should not be surprising to her, but she couldn’t help but swallowed at the thought of hearing Kylo’s voice for the first time.
“Hel- Hello?”
“Kira?”
His voice sounded shocked, shaken, and very, very Ben Solo.
Rey looked up from the counter. Ben Solo was staring at her with his mouth wide open. Rey couldn’t do anything but staring back with exactly the same expression.
“Ky- Kylo?”
He hung up the phone, walking straight to her.
Rey should have run. She should have said something.
Instead, she just froze.
Kylo bit his lower lip. His eyes dropped to the wristband on her wrist.
“I’m sorry. I should have gotten the clue.” He pointed at her wrist. “He is a lucky guy.”
“I-”
Rey couldn’t wrapped her mind around the thought. It has never occurred that they could be the same person.
“You are…different from what I pictured.”
That  was all she could mutter. and she regretted it the second it left her mouth.
“Yeah. I’m kind of a freak in real life.” He scratched his neck, heat crept from his face to his neck and ears.
And somehow, Rey found that quite adorable.
“Don’t say that.”She said, slowly  pulling her wristband off her wrist. “You are not a freak.”
His eyes widen as he saw the name written across her wrist, branded her as his by the universe.
But instead of being happy, Kylo just looked hurt.
“Am I that much of a disappointment that you chose to cover up my name and pretend I don’t exist?”
“What? No!” Rey cried. she bit her lower lip,  and decided to answer him honestly. “When your name appeared. I was already in love with someone else.”
Kylo looked like he just got punched in the stomach.
“He was my first friend, my only friend, the only person in this world who gave a damn whether I lived or died.” She looked into his eyes, and continued. “We fit together. When I talked to him I felt like I wasn’t alone. Like no matter how far away he was, he was still right there for me.”
Kylo just looked confused, which make her confession harder than  it already was.
Rey sighed.
“I fell in love with him even without knowing his real name, what he looked like, or what he sounded like.” She smiled softly. “Well, not until today, at least.”
Kylo’s face looked almost comical when he came to realization of what she just said. His face broke into a smile for the very first time, and Rey felt her heart beating rapidly inside her chest.
“I…” She blushed, looked down to her feet when she talked to him. “I don’t like sand.”
She heard a soft chuckled forming in his throat. Man, she could listen to that sound all her life.
“Careful there, I heard having twins is a lot of work.”
“How about we grab something to eat first?” She relaxed. That was Kylo she knew.
“Sure, and on our way back to the campus we can pick up some onesies for the twins. You can’t be too prepared.”
“Shut up, Ben.” Rey smiled.
“See, we aren’t even married and you already know how to boss me around.” He teased. “Oh. And I have one more question?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s your name?”

5.

The world didn’t end.
No. It didn’t.

She starts awake, her breathing sharp and shallow. Across the room – someone’s office, once – Will is asleep on the floor, snoring lightly. He’s been spending more and more nights out in the trailer. She wishes he wouldn’t – it’s less secure – but also, she can’t imagine what it would have been like to share a room with her mother at eighteen, so she doesn’t fight it.

For a few long minutes, Scully stares at the ceiling. She has that dream more nights than she doesn’t. The world didn’t end, he’d said, his voice pleased and faintly surprised.

The end of the world came for them eventually. It still feels like she should have known.

Scully goes out into the courtyard. In the middle of the night the moon is a sliver, dead center in the sky.

The members of today’s caravan assembled their tents in a rough circle around the edges of the courtyard, and most of them are dark and quiet. But there’s still a candle flickering in the psychic’s tent.

There was a time when she saw signs everywhere; there was a time she believed in them.

Before Scully gets close, the tent flap opens and the woman peers out. “Come on in,” she says, all drawl, her voice smooth as honey.

The woman even looks like Melissa. Auburn hair in loose curls, long eyelashes.

Scully suddenly regrets everything. “I was just—”

“I know,” the woman says. “Psychic, remember?”

“I don’t believe in that.”

The woman stares at her evenly. “You did once.”

“You don’t know what I believe.”

The woman closes her eyes, and Scully has to fight the urge to turn her back and walk away. This faux-mystic shit. She can’t stand it. “I remind you of someone,” the woman says, her voice low, melodic.

Scully snorts. “Good guess. Everyone reminds everyone of someone.” Now that most of the referents are dead.

“Your sister,” she continues, like Scully hadn’t spoken at all. “A mistake. It was a mistake.” When her eyes open again they are bright, curious. “She died for you.”

“I’m not interested,” she says flatly, though her presence here marks her a liar. “In any of this.”

“The cards have something to tell you,” the woman says, sing-song. “If you’ll listen. Dana.”

Scully stiffens. She almost checks for a name badge on her shirt, remembering all the over-familiar patients who’d addressed her by her first name when she was practicing, but of course she’s not wearing one.

Pulling a deck of cards out from her pocket, the psychic says, “What can it hurt?”

Melissa said that to her once. Years and years ago, maybe in high school. They’d been at a carnival and Missy got her palm read. “She’s good,” she’d said, her eyes even dreamier than usual. “Come on, Dana. What can it hurt?”

Back then, Scully said no. There was no science in it, none at all. She was better than that, even at fourteen; there was nothing a palm reader could tell her that she couldn’t figure out for herself.

What can it hurt? she hears again, even though the woman’s lips don’t move at all. Scully saw her father’s ghost, once. There’s something twisted about paying more heed to her sister’s ghost than she ever had to the woman herself, but Scully brushes past it and follows the psychic into her tent.

“I’m Crystal,” the woman says, and Scully has absolutely no power over the derisive snort that escapes her. Of course she’s named Crystal. The woman hands over the deck. “Shuffle,” she says, and Scully does: expertly, precisely. She has never done anything halfway. “Think of your question. You don’t have to tell me. Stop when you’re ready.”

Crystal takes the cards back and cuts the deck. She peels three cards off the top of the deck and places them on the ground between them.

One by one, the woman turns the cards over. She looks at them for a long minute, her brow knit in concentration, lips moving just slightly. Whatever she’s saying, it’s not meant for Scully.

Looking down at the cards, Scully feels the hairs on her arms rise all at once, a tingle at the base of her skull. All of this is bullshit, she reminds herself.

The first card draws her attention. A man suspended from a gallows, his arms crossed. Against her better judgement she shudders.

The woman taps Scully on the knee, waiting until their eyes meet to speak. “It’s not as bad as it looks. The Hanged Man means – sacrifice. Giving of yourself to others. In this position, it’s your starting place. You’ve dedicated yourself to a higher cause, without expectation of anything in return.”

Her fingers trail along the blanket to the next card. “And here – the Page of Swords. A message, traveling swiftly. You’ll get the news you’re waiting for, soon enough.” She glances up again like she’s expecting a response, but Scully stays silent. The candle drips wax onto the third card, and the woman brushes it away.

“This last one is the Seven of Wands,” she says, her lips twisting. “There’s strife in your future, and you’ll have to stand your ground, whatever comes. It’s a defensive card – see, how he’s fending them off – but it’s a strong one.” She hesitates, running her finger along the edge of the card while she thinks. “Things are in motion. You have more control than you think you do.”

Scully licks her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. “Pull one more,” she says, and the woman’s eyes flash up to her for just a second before she complies.

Crystal turns the card over and nods, pursing her lips. “The Knight of Swords.”

For a long moment she’s silent, until Scully gives in. “Yes?”

“This card can represent a situation, but yours is a person, I think. A truth-seeker. Strong, but reckless. He’s interesting, with the Page. They could represent the same person, or two different people – a child and a champion, or the messenger and the message.” She looks down at the cards again, laid side by side, and nods. “Either way. News is coming.”

She won’t even let herself think it, so it’s not a conscious decision to say the words out loud. “Is it the news I want?”

The woman shakes her head. “That’s not something I can see. Everything is in your hands. All the cards can do is give you a warning, if you’re willing to listen. Are you?”

No, she thinks. And yes.

Scully stands up and ducks out of the tent. She hadn’t realized how hot it was inside; the night air is so cool on her skin that it feels like rain.

“Dana.” When Scully turns around, the psychic is crouched in the doorway, looking up at the stars. She says, “Don’t give up.”