You might think that you’ll never gonna fall in love again, and you keep on wondering when is it gonna stop hurting. Or perhaps it’ll never gonna stop. You never thought that it would be this damaging, that its going to affect you so badly; mentally and physically. You probably feel sick and tired. Tired of love, tired of having feelings. You’ll think that being alone is probably better than having to feel like this. And for a moment, you lost hope. As well as your faith in love. But my dear, let me tell you one thing; it is completely normal to feel like this few weeks after you got your heart broken. The thing is, you will get through this. Without realizing it, It’ll pass. Life goes on. Someday it’ll all make sense. You’ll know why it had to happen, you’ll know why you need to go through all of this. To all the broken-hearted people out there, here’s my message to you; whether it has been a month, a year, two years, or even ten years, believe me, one day it’s not going to hurt anymore. That day will come, the day where you finally moved on. Where you can finally leave the past and ready to start again. So don’t lose hope, you are stronger than this.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1211 // @bynoire on instagram
Favourite Acting Scenes – Isak is taken home by Even. (2.10 part 5)
A request from an anon. Also known as the Norwegian ‘Looking’.
the biggest mistakes actors can make in a scene relies on their ability to make
their eye contact convincing. The problem is that often actors feel like they
need to maintain contact with their scene partner through their eyes, as if
that is the only authentic way that the contact between two people in a conversation
is established. The result is that they either are overtly staring at their
scene partner, or they feel very over-active. In all reality, most of the time,
when people are talking to another person they are mostly looking away,
thinking in images, seeing memories. There are exceptions, however; when you’re
(falling) in love is one of them. Yes, you might experience less eye contact at
the beginning because of shyness, but when you feel that strong affection for
someone –even when you’re talking – you will make more eye contact. And that is
what happening in this scene: a lovely progression of how eye contact can make
all the difference in a scene, when a young guy is connecting for the first
time with another guy who might return his affections in the way that he wants
now Isak has felt an attraction to the new guy in school, has had a conversation
with him, watched him walk to his boys, and watched some video on this guy as
well. And in these last two moments, he is quite overtly staring, because he’s
not in direct contact with the person
when Even appears next to him in the tram. This is unexpected, scary, lovely
and a dream come true, all rolled into one moment. Isak is feeling extremely
shy; he only takes very quick looks and that lovesick smile (that we see return
in episode 8) let us know that he thinks, oh
shit, what now!! Even makes a cute birdface, tries to offer him a way in (“awesome
conversation!”), keeps looking at him but when it takes too long to respond he
looks away to find another connection.
But then, Isak thinks, he really searches for words, knows it’s now or never and remembers: he’s at
least eighteen. He looks Even straight in the eyes. You wanna make use of that ID card?
arriving at Even’s place and complimenting the artwork, Isak subtly changes in
front of our eyes. The most interesting about this scene, I feel, is the fact
that we see Isak grow in confidence. Is
it okay that I’m staring at you? During their ‘Smoking in the Windowsill’
moment, Even is already confident in his attraction to this boy: he stares
quite intently, as if he wants to really take this boy in, burn his image into
his memory, show him that he’s interested. Isak returns the eye contact a bit
more frequently but he’s still looking away often. But there’s a moment, where
Even tells him ‘we’ll listen to him later’, that Isak realizes that it’s okay. He still wants me here. He’s responsive to
what’s happening here. Maybe it’s okay that I look at him some more. They
laugh. They joke. They genuinely enjoy each
finally looks outside in a silent moment, Isak takes his chance. You see him
take a conscious decision: I am going to
look at you now. I am really, really interested in you. You’re so beautiful.
He can’t help but give a small smile. Even is in his own world for a second,
probably debating on how this is going to continue further, his eyebrows in a
frown as if he’s thinking intensely.
moment he looks at Isak, his face relaxes.
His smile widens a tiny bit. All his thoughts disappear, at least for a few
‘Making of the Worst Toast in the World’ scene, this game of exchanging looks
continue, but Isak’s not really scared anymore, he’s smiling the entire time. He’s
blatantly staring when Even offers him beer, but this time, he doesn’t look away. Even after that
moment, he keeps staring in small
increments, hearts in his eyes. And
Even, when Isak’s busy with his phone, returns these hearts and gives his own hearts
Should we (put it in the oven)? Even asks.
Let’s go! Isak says.
do. Until Sonja arrives.
Have I been wrong? Isak thinks.
remember, this is not only a scene in which he has to find out whether Even
returns his flourishing feelings; it’s even more important to Isak because he
feels like he has found a kindred spirit, a guy who likes guys, who likes him, a boy. And maybe that is also why he’s been so careful in the beginning: what if Even feels that it’s not okay for me
to look at him like that? It’s a real fear for people within the LGBTQ+
spectrum. But the subtly acted ways of the different eye contact between these
two in this crucial scene has already found an answer for these two.
it’s one of the many things i have in the works atm but i actually do have a small demo for it!! warning though it is VERY rough and there’s gonna be MAJOR changes to it, but this basically gives you the solid idea of what’s gonna happen in the story
I love that. Because once you sit and think about it, it makes sense. You don’t fall in love with someone because they have a dick or a vagina. I mean sure they help and some might have preferences, but in the end what you fall in love is the soul of that person.
Being pansexual you don’t think oh man I’ve gotta like her or him because of what’s in between their legs.
No, you meet a person and you vibe with them on a different level. And there’s the truth.
The soul has no gender. It is the purest gift that god gave us that we haven’t fucked up.
Your soul doesn’t see gender, your soul sees the other soul and when they connect, they don’t give two shits about what hangs or doesn’t hang in between of the meat sack they are currently residing in.
All they care about is the light and connection they have with the other soul they found.
I literally fall in love with you.
Not your genitalia.
You are not your genitalia.
You are a soul. And I see yours and my soul likes what it sees there, not down below.
Fall for the soul, not the body part.
Made this at 4 am cause my mind wasn’t settling ❤✌🏻
I love foreign bands that write English lyrics, because they come up with such unique lines, and I really value that in music. For example:
“We spin the world like a pinball machine”
“I’m like a satellite transmitting different eras”
“I hide, empower our remedy”
Dead by April (Swedish):
“Promise me to think of us, still bright, still colorful”
“Feel the fire where she walks”
“Don’t look in her eyes, you might fall and find the love of your life”
“I sold my soul way down in the dirt, but I stole it back and forever in debt”
“Are the angels on their way? I’m in the dirt”
“The me inside your second skin”
“Don’t you know the surgeon’s cut is like the fountain of youth?”
“We eat the night, we drink the time”
“Here I am, rock you like a hurricane”
“If we’d go again all the way from the start”
“Rip out the wings of a butterfly for your soul, my love”
“Taking us home where dust once was a man”
“You believe but what you see?”
“Underneath my tongue it hides”
“An error in my genesis”
One OK Rock (Japanese):
“It’s a mighty long fall when you thought love was the top”
“Shut down the sirens in our heads”
And then. AND THEN. There is System of a Down. And NOTHING even comes CLOSE to this shit:
“The kombucha mushroom people sitting around all day”
“When you lose small mind you free your life”
“We’re the cruel regulators smoking cigaro cigaro cigar”
“Sweet Danny and Lisa they take me away from”
Sweet berries ready for two, ghosts are no different than you"
“Fighting crime with a partner, Lois Lane, Jimmy Carter, why?”
And, of course,
“WAKE UP. GRABABRUSHANDPUTALITTLEMAKEUP.”
…you don’t look for mistakes Instead, you fight the mistakes. You accept the faults and you overlook excuses. The measure of love is when you love without measure. There are rare chances that you’ll meet the person you love and who loves you in return. So once you have it. Don’t ever let go. The chances might never come your way again.
Tbh, I’ve been meaning to do this one for a while.
The cute/occasional fuckboy. Would kind of be like a best friend that only drops in when he feels like it, but would still try to get in your pants every chance he got. Would 100% know it wasn’t happening and tell all his risque sexcapades to you. 10/10 would be your video game/skating buddy. Might cuddle with you from time to time. Potentially could fall in love with you but only if he’s known you for 5+ years and you’d never believe him because he’s such a fuckboy. Would send you shirtless selfies on snapchat. Probably has gotten you into fights with the girls he’s hurt before and it annoys you to no end. The type of fuckboy to fuck your best friend and still try to get with you later.
The edgy fuckboy. He’s the type that wears leather jackets, drives a motorcycle and smirks at every girl who walks by. Probably smoke cigarettes but only when he feels like it. Never really gave a shit about anything except his career and gave up on relationships a long time ago. Leads you on and doesn’t even know he’s leading you on, but once he gets in your pants you’ll never see him again. Probably thinks tattoos/piercings are hot, but never wins with alternative girls.
The sensitive fuckboy. If you hooked up during a one-night-stand, he’d be cuddling you in the morning but wouldn’t try to get your number or anything. He probably has his life sorted out and just wanted to have fun from time to time after breaking up with his long-term girlfriend. Doesn’t see the point in relationships anymore because she fucked him over. If you tried to change him, he’d just disappear from your life. Might be the fuckbuddy type, but would never do anything to make you think he wanted more.
The fuckboy next door. This boy is in all of your classes and you always see him because he lives next door/across the street. For years, you watch him take home girls and come home drunk with some poor tipsy girl on his arm. Would probably make a pass at you while high or drunk, but if you weren’t interested he’d be respectful and back off. Would purposely walk around shirtless outside to try and catch your attention.
The lowkey fuckboy. He’s the type of fuckboy that no one really knows is a fuckboy. He comes off so sweet and innocent and unless you knew him or grew up with him, you’d have no idea he couldn’t keep a girl. He’d probably be out at bars with his boys and would lure a woman home with his cuteness, but he’d be gone before she even woke up and would leave a note telling her she needed to be gone before he came home.
The shameless fuckboy. Essentially, he doesn’t care who knows he’s a fuckboy and lets the entire world know about it. Can’t keep his mouth shut about the girls he’s hooked up with and brags about it to his hyungs. Tries hard to impress girls but comes off as a douchebag. 10/10 awkward, but somehow manages to charm the pants off girls. Would leave a fake number after a one-night-stand. Probably experiments with his hyungs because he’s just that sexual.
The ultimate fuckboy. He’s the same age as you, but he’s obsessed with noonas. Claims he’s picky about women, but you know he’s been in everyone and their sister’s pants. Looks charming and is, but doesn’t know how not to stare at a girl’s ass. Wouldn’t ever touch a cigarette but gets drunk in the club and goes home with girls he can’t even remember. Has a collection of his conquests’ panties and phone numbers he’ll never call. Tries to seduce his dance instructor and succeeds.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, K-2SO (Star Wars), Bodhi Rook Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends With Benefits, Fluff and Humor Summary:
Jyn scoffs. “I mean, at this point, they might as well just come out and say it to my face, right?” She drops her voice into a low imitation of Chirrut’s stately drawl. “‘Jyn — no one cares about your feelings.’”
Cassian snorts. “Well, to be fair,” he says conversationally, “everyone’s still on the fence about whether you actually have feelings.”
Or, the one where Jyn and Cassian start sleeping together casually, and everyone feels the need to check on Cassian but not Jyn.