Did you know? National Book Award Finalist Deborah Heiligman wrote a non-fiction book called Vincent and Theoabout Vincent and his brother, Theo. It hits shelves on April 18th, but you can start reading the first few chapters right now!
Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, unnamed Male Target, OFC Jeff.
Summary: When a mission requires close proximity with your least favorite teammate, you try to make the best of it, but a change in plans adds new challenges and possibly a new opportunity. ( basically Bed Sharing Trope meets Enemies to Lovers Trope. Kinda. :D )
Warnings: sexual situations? pretty vague.
Word Count: 2.8k
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A/N: Hey, ya’ll !! I’m back from vacation and the idea for this fic was sparked by my sleeping accommodations. heh. I kinda fell in love with it and even made time to write in the evenings after being super tired from traveling. I hope you enjoy this and any feedback is appreciated! Love you guys!! :)
“Alright! So here are the keys, the WiFi password is posted on the fridge and let me know if there’s anything you need, anything at all. Okay?” said the overly enthusiastic young man before you.
You accepted the keys with a smile, “Absolutely! Thank you so much, Jeff. It’s even better than the pictures.”
“I’m so glad,” he grinned. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. It was so nice to meet you both.”
Your eyes flickered to the man beside you, tight smile upon his face. “You, too, man,” he coolly responded.
Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you clasped the hand of the heavy left arm draped over your shoulders. Technology allowed the metal plates to be shielded with a holographic flesh arm, but it still weighed a ton.
He nodded before stepping out into the hall. The moment the front door lock engaged, you shoved the arm off and put as much space between you two as possible.
“This plan is stupid,” Bucky said with contempt as he collapsed heavily onto the couch.
“There are accepted insurrections that are called revolutions; there are rejected revolutions that are called uprisings.”
“An insurrection is an enthusiasm. Enthusiasm may work itself into anger
- hence the resort to arms. But every insurrection that takes aim at a
government or a régime aims still higher. Thus, for instance, let us repeat
that what the leaders of the insurrection of 1832, and particularly the young
enthusiasts of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, fought against, was not exactly
Louis-Philippe. Frankly, most of them honored the qualities of this king,
midway between monarchy and revolution; none hated him. But they were attacking
the younger branch of divine right in Louis-Philippe as they attacked the elder
branch in Charles X; and what they desired to stamp out in overthrowing royalty
in France, as we have explained, was the usurpation of man over man, and of the
privilege over right, in the whole world.” Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Happy(?) Barricade Day to all of you! I hope you will hear the people sing.
Side note: I am quite sure that it was not my brain that came up with the barricade cookies. But I am not able to find the source. So if someone knows the genius creating them first - please let me know so I can credit this person!
The message was aglow with joy, gratitude, and perhaps most importantly, comfort.
“I can’t believe it was real,” they effused. “I got to be myself and live the way I wanted.”
All while studying for AP exams, high school student Blair Smith fundraised, advertised, and organized an event that would be a lasting, enduring memory for so many of his peers: a Pride Prom.
Attended by an overwhelming amount of enthusiastic LGBTQ young people, Smith – unsurprised by the success – credits his & his fellow organizers’ hard work to their passion to provide an unforgettable night of happiness, fun, and comfort for young people who perhaps didn’t think it was even possible.
By partnering with local LGBTQ advocacy organizations including NOVA Pride and the Trevor Project, Smith demonstrates how much power one person can have to make things better for themselves, and for those in the community alongside them.
A/N: since i literally don’t have any barry allen oneshots i brought this one back from my old account :)))
PAIRING: Barry Allen x Reader
SUMMARY: In which Barry always goes to Jitters but somehow always sees a girl there, typing. Boy meets girl, bam they fall in love right? Not their story…
WORDS: 1116 (it’s long sorryy)
DAY 1. It was a Sunday, he had work and she had an entry to write. He decided to stop by a place he’s all too familiar with to grab a cup of coffee to go. She decided the same.
He goes for the coffee, she goes there for inspiration. It was bound for the both of them to meet somehow.
That was the day, a cappuccino he ordered to the barista. That’s when he saw her, sitting on one of the uncomfortable chairs, the coffee shop had many to offer, her laptop on the square table with a notepad next to it. While her brows were furrowed, an obvious look of concentration, as she typed her delicate fingers on the keyboard.
The moment he saw her face, he was in shock at her beauty, gaping almost. The barista snapped him out of his daze, “one large cappuccino for Barry!?”
The young man shook his head, coming out of his daydream. Taking the coffee from the woman, smiling his infamous smile showing off his pearly whites as thanks.
With one last look at the mysterious girl, he left to go save the day.
DAY 2. He was there yet again, it’s officially been apart of his daily routine to get a cup of caffeine before he arrived at his workplace.
‘I guess you can say coffee has taken part of my life now,’ he would say if anyone commented about it. However, it was true if anyone had the courage to question about it.
When he was in line for the second day that week that was when he saw her, yet again, typing away at her keyboard. Her Y/H/C hair parted on her shoulder neatly, as it cascaded down to her waist [that’s how long my hair is lololol].
Barry couldn’t help but gape at her, again. He looked at his watch that his adoptive father gave him, sad to go to work now.
DAY 3. This time he went to the coffee shop around the afternoon, it was a Tuesday; one of his favorite days since it’s his day off.
That’s usually the day where he goes to his day job, S.T.A.R labs. However, today was different, he went to Jitters with his friends today.
Right when he walked in the ornate cafe, with his two friends by his side, he saw her once again.
This time though she stopped typing and looked up at him too, their eyes met for a split second but it felt way longer. As if time stopped, and they were the only two people on this Earth.
Cisco was the person that snapped him out of his daze, telling him that they found a table. It was at least 3 feet away from the stunning girl.
The whole time Barry shared his company with his pals, he kept his gaze on the mysterious girl that he keeps running into somehow.
Every time she would look up to meet his stare, he turns to his companions and played as if he was interested in their conversation. Barry was whipped he didn’t even know it.
Caitlin and Cisco noticed, sending a few knowing glances at each other. They didn’t say anything until they got back to the lab, Cisco immediately bringing it up. “So who was that girl at Jitters you were staring at?”
Barry just gave his long-haired buddy a glance, furrowing his brows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
His pal gave him a mischievous expression, “Dude just ask her out.” The sentence made the brunet sigh, shrugging his shoulders.
DAY 4. The sentence that Cisco told him kept replaying in his head, over and over. Though Barry tried his best to shake it off.
The brown haired man didn’t know that they were going to meet again except this time it wasn’t at their usual place.
It was the job where his childhood best friend Iris worked, Picture News. The young man went to pick up his best friend for lunch.
Barry went towards her desk, where he greeted her. She smiled at him excitedly, “Barry! I’d love for you to meet someone,” the young woman enthusiastically greeted him without actually greeting him.
He was confused but still smiled his shy smile, and that’s when he saw her. Iris gently grabbed her by her wrist, smiling genuinely at her.
The girl’s eyes went wide when she saw him, it was the young man she has been coincidentally seeing day by day. Even though she didn’t look up the few times he saw her she still saw him from the corner of her Y/E/C eyes.
Once Iris brought her next to her, they were officially face to face. “Barry, I would like for you to meet my new colleague Y/N.”
After looking into each other’s sparkling eyes for a moment, they finally snapped out of it and introduced each other. “H-Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” She politely extended her hand for him to shake.
He charmingly smiled, showing off his pearly whites. “Um…Barry Allen,” he shook her hand, butterflies erupting in both of their stomach’s. “Nice to meet you.”
DAY 5. It was work day now, waking up at seven AM has been his usual wake up time right about now.
He went to Jitters once again, then he saw her. Y/N, since he knows her name now and she knows his.
When he saw her, she looked up from her computer screen, smiling at him. He smiled back. Then checked his watch, luckily he had about ten minutes to spare especially since he is the fastest man alive.
He pulled up the chair across from the girl, almost immediately capturing her attention. “Hey,” Barry chuckled nodding his head at her.
“Hi,” she shyly smiled at him.
There was a moment of awkward silence between the two, then Barry asked the question he has been dying to ask her ever since he saw her. “Why is it that every time I see you, you always seem super attentive towards your computer?”
She licked her lips before speaking, a habit she’s picked up recently. “Well, I’m a writer and I recently started working at Picture News. Aside from actually doing my job, I like to write.”
He seemed mesmerized by her, “But why write here?”
Y/N looked around the cinnamon smelling cafe, smiling then looked at the cute boy in front of her, who’s looking at her like she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. “I come here for inspiration.” The girl shyly muttered, rubbing her neck with her hand.
One thing Barry knew in that moment, was that he was absolutely awestruck by this girl.
I personally love a good fairytale retelling. I feel like this is a theme that’s a little more popular especially in fan fictions and YA books. I remember when Wicked first came out there seemed to be a flood of stories that started surfacing because people love seeing classics re-imagined. There are a few key elements that can help your story stand out.
The fateful day young meme
enthusiasts across the country feared most has arrived: College meme
groups are getting into sponsored content.
It began, as before, with a Facebook group called “UC Berkeley memes for edgy teens.” On April 24, founder Chris Tril posted to the group an awkward image advertising
PlushCare, a health care app by which users can book online doctor’s
appointments for ailments like pink eye, strep throat and sinus
A few days later, Tril reached out to university news network the Tab and asked if they’d like to advertise to the meme page’s audience of nearly 100,000, according to the Tab itself.
Soon after, Columbia’s meme group posted
an ad for restaurant chain Sweetgreen, asking members to “post their
dankest Sweetgreen meme” for the chance to win a month of free salads. Read more (5/9/17)
I don’t know if it has been a good thing or a bad thing having a mother as famous as Vivien Leigh is. I don’t think I gave it a lot of thought as a child. I remember that mother came to see me at school and those visits are very important to a child. It’s so terribly important that she behaves so that one is not feeling embarrassed in front of the other children. My mother was always perfect! […] Mother has taught me so much and therefore it is difficult to know what has made the biggest impression. Maybe it is her ability to live, really live every minute of the day. Mother has always said that what depresses her most is gloominess. Even if one is sitting waiting for a train there are always something interesting to be found. There are other people to talk to. Vital, happy and interested in everything, that’s my mother. So different to other women her age. And I suppose that it’s those characteristics that keep her as young, charming and enthusiastic as she always has been.- Suzanne Farrington
Hey, I have zero experience in drawing or any kind of manual art like that. But I've decided I want to try and learn even just the basics, but the resources online are sketchy and I have no knowledge to be able to decipher what's good and what's not. I really love your art, I know you probably get this a lot but where do you think I should start?
ALRIGHT alright alright I’m going to make this some sort of ”beginner artist” masterpost and include as many resources as I possibly can. I am going to assume you want to focus on the ”drawing” aspects of art since it can take many forms. Here are some pointers and resources I consider vital when learning how to draw, things I’ve learned from multiple art oriented courses. This is going to be a very quick and general thing and I’ll make some serious and properly drawn tutorials in the future (the drawings in this one are going to be embarrassing, try to only take the general idea from them) but to start off:
Before you jump into drawing in any particular style, learn your realism.
This is probably mistake #1 in many young art enthusiasts: they go straight into wanting to draw either anime, or a particular cartoon’s style because a stylized form of art is much more appealing to them than realistic things. Which is valid, but I’ll have you know in order to get any of those styles right, you have to learn the basics AND ONLY THEN proceed to use that knowledge to ”deform” said realism into any style you want. Be it learning from life drawing and observing, pictures online of real people or animals. When you look at a big household name in the artist world’s work, as flashy as their stuff might be, a trained eye is able to tell immediately if the person has proper anatomical knowledge or not, no matter how much they try to mask it with ”this is just my style.” Let me show you an example:
(excuse the 5 minute sketches pls, note these are actually highly inaccurate (the knees should be placed lower on the second drawing and calves shouldn’t be as big as the thighs) but I wanted to demonstrate ”realistic proportions” in contrast to more of a stylized drawing in a really quick way, a google search for “human anatomy” will bring up much more accurate visual representations of all this so I highly recommend doing that)
But basically in order to play around with anatomy you first need to learn realistic proportions (you don’t need to absolutely master them or anything, but you need to know things like the distance between the forehead, eyes + nose and chin correlate, places where fat stores in comparison to where muscle stores, the size of the forearm until in reaches the wrist/arm are practically the same, arms + hands reach below the hipbone and halfway to the the upper thigh) and only then proceed to bend those rules to create your own stylized version of things, which means you get to play around with a lot of shapes like so:
For the love of all that is holy make use of guidelines, whether with a light colored blue or red pencil if you’re drawing by hand or a sketch layer in Photoshop/SAI etc. They will help out so much when it comes to knowing where you should place each feature. Many people attempt to draw directly without them and while after a lot of practice it might work, to start off you really need to understand basic figure building.
(I’m literally drawing all these one drawing a minute excuse the shittiness I’m just trying to get the point across ahah gOD THESE ARE PISSPOOR)
Carry a little sketchbook with you if you can and draw strangers while riding the train, bus, etc. Just draw whatever you see.
It’s not only entertaining when you might be bored out of your mind but extremely productive to draw people, animals, scenery, anything you can see that you might want to sketch out for practice, you can. No better way to learn than real life.
Take time to draw. And draw. And draw.
You will not learn or improve overnight, bettering yourself when it comes to art is an endless and ongoing lifelong process. But it won’t be due to osmosis, you gotta sit your ass down and draw as frequently as you can afford to (although excesses can be bad for you, learn to also take breaks and find comfortable positions because drawing CAN REALLY MESS UP YOUR BACK like badly and you don’t wanna end up hunched over because of it or with tendonitis) But believe me: practice makes perfect and if you learn to observe and understand why you’re drawing what you’re drawing, why are you placing that line where you’re placing it and start thinking in 3D, you will surely improve.
Summary:A Tristhad ficlet (4 chapters) in a universe where no one died at the end of King Arthur.
Tristan and Galahad are asked by King Arthur to undertake a special mission to spy on a group of rogue merchants. If only it were as simple a mission as that. If only their feelings weren’t constantly getting in the way.
Chapters: 2/4 Word count: 3,700 Fandom: Hannibal/King Arthur Rating: Explicit Relationships: Tristan/Galahad, Tristhad Tags: Adventure, Romance, Eventual Smut Galore
The last streams of daylight tickled Tristan’s face with warmth as the pair of knights broke through the woods, the looming wall of Hadrian coming into full view. The scout grumbled, pulling slick, tangled strands of hair from his forehead, swiping them from his eyes as the milecastle approached on the horizon. The rhythmic clapping of hooves to his back assured him that Galahad rode only a few strides behind, though both men were so cold and depleted that they hadn’t spoken for at least an hour. Their satchels were empty: the second time this week Tristan (with Galahad at his side) had returned from a hunting endeavor empty-handed. Once was rare enough – twice, positively suspicious.
Tristan whistled a set of trills and a great bird of prey cried shrilly from above, ascending in graceful, spiral waves of air until it could land itself on the scout’s shoulder. He took something from the pocket of his breeches, and the hawk carefully tugged it from Tristan’s fingers and gulped it down, nipping and biting his hands affectionately after.
“Go on, Isolde, hmm?” Tristan cooed mildly, mimicking its own noises. Isolde chewed idly on the end of his braid, biting at the threaded bind. “You’ll need better luck than us, though.” He shooed the creature with a gentle motion of his hand, the hawk dutifully following the cue, her vast wings opening and taking off toward the forest.
Earlier in the day, Tristan had been deep in the heart of the forest, tracking a foul-tempered boar down a stream, pleased at the thought of the roasted swine over an open pit of fire, washing it down with a cold, frothy ale, salivating at the thought.
Just as Tristan loosed his shot, however, Galahad appeared, bursting through the shrubbery, loudly crunching branches and twigs beneath his feet. Tristan’s arrow landed in the boar’s hindquarters, but the beast seemed immune to any pain it caused, instead snorting and stamping its hooves, heading toward them as fast as it could. Galahad retreated and darted back to the bushes from whence he’d sprung, and Tristan grabbed for his sword too late, and was forced to duck out of the way. When he’d come to his feet, the boar was long gone.
Tristan shrugged helplessly at the void, letting his frustration out in a deep sigh.
“I’m sorry,” came the tiny voice, Galahad slowly revealing himself from the cover of the foliage. All was forgotten when the young knight looked up at Tristan innocently, ruddy lips forming a taut line with concern, genuinely disappointed at his folly. Even more formidable, the tunic Galahad wore under his armor had snagged on a bramble, revealing even more of the long, muscled length of his thigh – a constant and menacing distraction. The fire building in his belly reminded him not to linger too long on the sight.
Tristan tried to swallow down the weakness as Galahad untangled himself. “Perhaps we’ll put bells on your toes next time; might be more subtle,” he teased, letting a sharp-toothed smile slip through one side of his mouth.
Galahad’s face flushed with relief, and he proceeded to approach, but with hesitation. “How can I make it up to you?” the young knight asked softly, becoming suddenly demure. He narrowed his eyes slowly on Tristan.
A hint of depravity was visible in his lips. He couldn’t resist Galahad’s pretense of innocence, and it turned his voice husky and warm. “I can think of something, hmm?”
Five minutes later the scout found himself propped up against a rock, breeches at his ankles as the young knight enthusiastically swallowed his length, working it up and down. He’d been nearly finished when a rustling in the bushes caused both men to jump to their feet, each taking up their weapon. The boar had come back, grunting and snorting, but Tristan struggled to get his breeches secured quickly enough to make another shot, and the creature again disappeared into the woods.
A/N - Another random original fic, another awful title that doesn’t really reflect the story at all! So yeeeeeah, this was yet another product of an insanely self-indulgent idea I had, that my lovely pals @mandywritesrtthings and @howmanypointsisthatdick both encouraged me to actually write after I spilled the beans to them. So hopefully someone enjoys this long ass fic! Oh, and just to be 100% clear, the ex-wife and kids mentioned in this fic are NOT Ryan’s IRL wife and kids - they’re fictional because I just wanted Single Dad! Ryan working part-time as model. And I never really mentioned them in detail here, so if you wanna headcanon that Ryan’s ex-wife is a lizard creature and their kids are humanoid-lizard hybrids, be my guest!
I didn't want to request anything since your hands are still full with our trade...but I couldn't help it XD How about an AU with Zen and reader as co-actors? 😅😅❤❤👏👏
Please accept this request as a formal apology for taking so long
with my part of our trade. (Okay, no but I really am sorry for the delay
“OTL) Thank you for requesting!
It was Zen’s first major role to play in an actual film,
and to be frank, he was nervous beyond belief. The actor only started
out with small musicals, so acting for the big screen with different
environments and sets and cameras everywhere was still a bit new to him.
At the same time, however, Zen understood that he was able to climb up
all the way here by his hard work and determination, and he felt rather
proud about that.
The film was supposed to be a tragic romance
fantasy about a human girl who fell in love with her Guardian Angel,
while he fell in love with her. The angel knows that the woman’s death
was approaching, but he can’t do anything about it, no matter how hard
he struggles against fate, and this was the role that Zen was cast
“Oh, Zen! Good morning!”
The actor straightens up
immediately when he hears your familiar voice greet him, and the young
man enthusiastically returns your greeting. You were the shared lead
role with Zen, playing as the woman in love with her Guardian Angel.
Throughout the time the two of you worked together, Zen found himself
becoming close with you. You were a pleasant person to both talk to and
work with, and Zen couldn’t deny the way his heart would race whenever
he was with you.
“I look forward to working with you today too.” You flash the actor a warm smile, and he practically melts on the spot.
“I am too,” Zen replies, pushing his thoughts away before the two of you go to get ready. He needed to remain professional.
soon as the cameras start rolling, Zen is no longer Zen but the
character he plays as, and he’s no longer just a co-worker to you but as
your star-crossed lover. The scene that you and the rest of the cast
and crew were filming was the climax of the woman’s and angel’s
relationship, the angel coming to terms with the woman’s fate but still
wanting to say a proper farewell.
“You mean everything to me,” Zen
speaks as his character, the scripted words tumbling out of his lips
with ease. He continues going through the lines, your own lines mixed in
between, and as the scene continues, Zen’s character starts to become
more and more overwhelmed. …And Zen is too.
Somehow, along the
way, both Zen’s character and the actor himself slowly started to blend
together, and the young man was unable to tell whose heart he was
speaking from. Whose feelings he was trying to convey. Zen didn’t know
why he did it, but as soon as the actor finishes with his lines, he
suddenly cups your face and leans down to kiss you.
widen with complete surprise; this wasn’t part of the script. Before you
can even react, trying to figure out what the proper response should be
to this situation, Zen pulls away from you, still looking at you like
his character in love, or could it be…?
“Cut!” The director’s crisp voice rings loudly in the air, and both you and Zen are simultaneously broken out of your thoughts.
obvious from the young man’s expression that he was panicking, although
whether it was because he messed up the scene by doing something not on
the script or from the action of suddenly kissing you itself, you
couldn’t tell. Both you and the actor glance towards the director who
doesn’t look upset all. In fact, he looks rather pleased.
“I liked that added kiss at the end. It really ties in the whole scene together. Let’s keep it in.”
immediately goes to try to convince the director otherwise since you
had no idea that the young man was ever going to kiss you, and he
thought that you would be uncomfortable with having it shown on screen.
Before Zen could utter a word though, you interrupt him with a single
After filming was over for the day, Zen tries to
catch you before you leave. He calls out to you, and you stop in your
tracks, tilting your head to the side as curiosity makes its way to your
features. Zen gets straight to the point. “I’m sorry for earlier!” He
exclaims perhaps a bit too loudly, and his flushed cheeks deepen in
shades even more.
“It’s fine,” you reply. “It was just acting.”
young man shakes his head. “No, that’s the thing. It wasn’t acting.
I…I kissed you because I myself wanted to kiss you. Not as the
character I was playing as. I’m really sorry!”
You remain quiet
for a moment as you process Zen’s words, and the pieces slowly fall into
place. Heat rises to your cheeks as you try to explain. “E-Even so,
it’s still fine. I…admittedly kind of liked it.”
brings his gaze to yours, and since this is how the situation is right
now, he decides to just go for it and asks, “I know I skipped all the
steps before by kissing you, but I was wondering if…maybe you can give
me a chance to start at the beginning and go on a date with me once
we’re done filming the movie?”
You respond without wasting a single second. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Request: yoooo can you do a tom holland x reader request where they meet on set and fluff ensues and such? Requested by: @princeofsassgard
Pairing: Tom Holland + Reader
Warnings: this might be bad tbh idk :( but no warnings, just FLUFF Notes:thanks for the request!! xo ily
Tom walked onto set with Harrison by his side like he did when he walked onto any set: his head held high, a coffee in his hand and ambition and energy like no one else to begin this new project. He smiled politely at all the young women who smiled enthusiastically at him. Tom had mentioned in interviews that he was nowhere near shy when it came to girls. If he wanted to talk to a girl or ask her out, he’d have no trouble doing so. He wasn’t cocky about it, he just believed that you had to put yourself out there to get somewhere – that thought came with everything he did.
“So, who else is on this movie?”
Tom sipped idly at his coffee as he turned to face Harrison, realizing he couldn’t really answer his question. He had spent so much of his time the last two months rehearsing and perfecting his deliverance of the new script that he hadn’t even done any research on his new colleagues. Right when Tom went to answer Harrison, his head shifted to look ahead of him as he heard a new voice in the room with them.
That was his first mistake.
You were simply standing there with your hair in a ponytail as you spoke to the director. In the time that it took him to notice the smaller details in your face he had already become distracted. Tom had no trouble talking to women, but, when your eyes came up to meet his he couldn’t stop himself from stumbling over his feet. He stopped abruptly causing Harrison to walk into him, in turn sending Tom’s coffee toward the ground.
“Oh, my god!” He heard your voice again but didn’t dare look up, afraid he might do something even more embarrassing than trip over himself.
“Mate, what the hell is wrong with you?” He turned to face Harrison with wide eyes, noticing that his coffee decorated the front of his white shirt and red flannel. He was about to answer when he heard you again.
“Are you alright?”
When Tom didn’t answer after the first few seconds Harrison nodded slightly and gave you a small smile. “We’re fine. Are you on this movie?”
You nodded with a bright smile. “This is my first movie! I’m playing Penelope.” “Oh, the lead! Well, this is your counterpart, Tom. Tom, don’t be an ass, turn around and introduce yourself.” Upon seeing you, Harrison had a pretty good idea of what happened, allowing himself to give Tom a subtle smirk while Tom casted him a glare. He composed himself quickly before turning around with a smile.
“Hi, I’m Tom. Sorry for the cold shoulder, I guess I’m just a little embarrassed because of the, you know, coffee thing.”
“It’s no problem,” you offered with a laugh, and Tom had to resist the urge of blurting out that it was quite honestly one of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. “I’m (Y/N)! I guess we’re lovers now.”
“What?” Tom’s eyes went wide and he heard Harrison snicker from behind him. He didn’t fail to notice the crimson color that dusted across your face.
“Um, in the movie. We’re love interests. Sorry, that was my attempt at a joke.” You bowed your head to allow your hair to curtain around the sides of your face to block the brightening color you had been developing.
You both let out a small sigh. This was going to be a long few months.
“Okay, Tom,” You replied, pausing to take another spoonful of your ice cream. “If you could live in any fantasy world. Which would it be?”
You and Tom had grown rather close the past three months of shooting. It wasn’t until the second month in when you both started to grow comfortable with each other. It was when you both had to shoot your kiss scene. You had gone to Tom’s trailer directly and asked if you could talk to him about the scene. You had told him that this was your first on-screen kiss, and because you were nervous you wanted to apologize if you didn’t do as well as you hoped.
“I seriously doubt you’ll be any bad at it.” As soon as Tom finished what he had thought was just a remark to himself, he shook his head and continued with,
“But, if it makes you feel better, we could practice in front of Harrison. I mean, I know he doesn’t equal the crowd we’ll have out there, but it’s something.”
“Yeah, I don’t mind. I love a good show.” Tom rolled his eyes without facing Haz and kept his eyes on you, smiling at you reassuringly.
“I mean, if you don’t mind,” you tried to breathe deeply in order to keep your face at a normal color.
“I don’t mind at all.” And after delivering the few lines that lead up to the kiss, Tom leaned in as the script told his character to, and when you kissed him it changed everything for you.
For both of you.
“Hm,” Tom contemplated your question. “That’s a good one. Maybe Zootopia.”
“Zootopia?” You stifled your laugh as you looked at him incredulously.
“Um, hell yeah. Can you imagine living in a world of nothing but animals?”
“But when you’d be an animal. There aren’t any humans in that universe, doofus.”
“Oh,” his cheeks turned a light pink. You felt bad for the light teasing so you shrugged slightly.
“Well, if that’s the case. What animal would you want to be?”
“Oh, Nick Wilde for sure. I’d be a fox. Cool, clever. I mean, I’m already pretty close.” He winked at you slightly.
“Har, har,” you rolled your eyes in return, your head moving down to rest on his shoulder as his arm went to hook around you.
It was difficult for Tom at first. Despite the hazing that came from Harrison, talking to you was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. He couldn’t understand why you had made him so nervous. He liked to think that it was because this was his first love interest in a film – one that he had to kiss. He was flustered and nervous, never having done a romantic comedy before. But, he knew deep down, that wasn’t the case. In all honestly he never worried about talking to girls because usually they would make the first move. Not that Tom was opposed to talking to them first, but being in the acting world led him to fear all kinds of rejection, so he reserved himself. But, he was just drawn to you.
So, when you came into his trailer that day to talk to him about the kiss, he used that as a way of making himself more comfortable with you. Maybe he didn’t have a crush on his costar, maybe this would solidify that he could be friends with a beautiful young girl that he had imagined kissing a couple of times. But when you agreed, he grew ten times more nervous. and When he finally kissed you it did solidify something – it wasn’t just a crush.
“Okay, my turn,” Tom thought about his question as he tried to ignore the smell of your lavender shampoo invading his senses and the warmth you provided as you inched closer into his side. “What’s your ideal date?”
“Easy,” you answered with no hesitation, “I want to go to a small diner and sit in a booth in a corner. I want the lights to be bright because I love the part of a date when you invade each other’s personal life. Nothing makes me feel better than seeing the expressions on people when they tell me about their childhood, their favorite song, what they would want to be if this were a different era or world.” You paused to look up at Tom, only to realize his eyes were already fixated on you. “I want to know small things about them. What they ate that morning, what their favorite scene in their favorite movie meant to them, had they ever broken a bone?”
Tom felt his breathing become shallow, not being able to shake the feeling that you were talking about him, to him. “Would you let him get a question in before it was over?”
“Of course,” you breathed, “I’d want him to invade my personal space, too. Even something as small as what my favorite color is.”
“And then?” Tom hadn’t realized, but both of your voices had dropped down to a whisper.
“And then he’d walk me home. He’d still be holding my hand,” at this Tom’s hand instinctively reached for yours, lacing your fingers together. You didn’t mind, your eyes were staring into his, to entranced to react to anything now. “He’d compare me to something as cliché as the moon and hopefully tell me that he wished the night never had an end.”
“And then?” Tom couldn’t help the small smile that graced his features as he looked down at you. His eyes alternating from your eyes to your mouth.
“And then he’d kiss me.”
Without thinking Tom leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, still holding your hand. He had only let go when he felt you fighting against his, only to bring them up to his face. His hands dropped down the grip your sides. The kiss was agonizingly slow but it left you breathless just the same.
Tom was the first to pull away, but even then, he hadn’t pulled away completely. He leaned his forehead against yours and looked at you with a small smile.
CZECHOSLOVAKIA. Prague. August 1968. Czechoslovak protesters try to fraternise with invading Warsaw Pact armies during the Prague Spring. In the last picture, a young man enthusiastically waves the Czechoslovak flag (now the Czech Republic’s flag).
After the invasion, a spirited non-violent resistance was mounted throughout the country, involving attempted fraternisation, painting over and turning street signs, defiance of various curfews, etc. While the Soviet military had predicted that it would take four days to subdue the country the resistance held out for eight months, and was only circumvented by diplomatic stratagems.
“Inside his copy of The Social Contract he keeps a letter from a young Picard, an enthusiast called Antoine Saint-Just: “I know you, Robespierre, as I know God, by your works.” When he suffers, as he does increasingly, from a distressing tightness of the chest and shortness of breath, and when his eyes seem too tired to focus on the printed page, the thought of the letter urges the weak flesh to more Works.” ― Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety
Tala Waialiki, as a rebellious and enthusiastic young lady, was the partner of the Chief of Motunui and ever since she was a young child was always more drawn to the ocean than anyone else on her island. She and the Chief discovered a cave of canoes, and upon playing the drums they were given the knowledge of their ancestors. Tala discovered that their world was dying and that she was chosen by the ocean to seek out Maui and restore the Heart of Te Fiti.
Despite her husband insisting that it was too dangerous for her to leave the island, Tala took a canoe in the dead of night and sailed away to find Maui at the bottom of his hook, just as her ancestors had instructed. Already days out at sea, she found herself lost. She had a vague idea of how to be a wayfinder by what she had seen of her ancestors in her vision of them, but had never been properly taught. As luck would have it, a school of manta rays were migrating along the current she needed to guide her in the right path of the hook.
Finally, Tala had found Maui’s island. She could see it just over the horizon in the distance. A small, bare, rocky island but she was sure that was where the ocean wanted her to go. It was that day that Tala found herself feeling off. Though she was certain she was not ill or seasick, Tala had vomited over the side of her canoe. Something was not right. As if by instinct, her hand went to her stomach and she paused. She could feel it deep in her heart. She was carrying a child.
She realized she could not continue on if this was to be, and she stood to face the ocean. Taking the Heart of Te Fiti from her necklace, Tala held it out in the palm of her hand for the ocean to take. She would mourn this journey’s end, but celebrate the beginning of a new one.