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neverleaveyoubehind · 4 years

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Teen Wolf : 1x01 “Wolf Moon”

OMG they look so young! This whole episode has made me feel so old, I can’t believe that it’s been 9 years since this aired. I still remember watching this after middle school and now, it’s been almost a decade, I’m in college , I’m a full adult, unbelievable!

Let’s proceed with the actual reaction, though.

The first scene it’s surprisingly good, I mean, the way it starts all somber with the creepy music, you see all the police department and the Sheriff arriving to the woods, all the police dogs barking , the fog ,... I really liked it. Actually, I had forgotten about this scene in particular.

Like, we actually get to see the Sheriff a little bit, in my mind we weren’t introduced to the Sheriff until later in the episode. That was cool, knowing that he’s the first important character we see (even though you need to be paying a lot of attention to see that it’s him, because they just focus on showing his arm or something like that )

Suddenly, the music changes into an upbeat song, and we are in Scotts house. (God, seeing Scott fixing the Lacrosse stick gave me ALL the nostalgic feelings I could handle) Tyler Posey looks so young, like a little baby, he changes so much during the years. Not like Dylan who looks exactly the same but , with longer hair 9 years later.

Anyway, we have baby Scott (that’s how I will be referring to him for the next 2 seasons aprox) working out , being teenagery , brushing his teeth (his sink worried me a bit, maybe they should think about investing in a new one ‘cause that one looks nasty) Then, he hears a noise and freaks out. BTW, Scotts hair is a whole situation, it’s way too long for such a small face.

He freaks out, gets out of the house with a baseball bat,which might have been the highlight of my day (also,the baseball bat as a deathly weapon was Scott’s idea first ,ladies and gentlemen, let’s take that into consideration) and we are finally introduced to Stiles.

What better way to introduce him than having him hanging for his first 2 minutes on screen? (he being completely unfazed by it, and carrying the conversation like nothing was wrong, is my favorite thing in the world and the reason why I love Stiles so much) if this whole scene isn’t the reason why everyone kept watching the pilot, Idk what to tell you.

Ok, then, after the best interaction ever, Stiles has somewhat convinced Scott to go look for the body in the woods. Because, yes people, there’s a body , this body is missing a half and Stiles wants to find it. Like, of course he does, this man thinks he’s a detective or something (And yes, I did say a half because we don’t know which part is missing) So, in what has to be the most teenager/peer pressure way (reluctantly following your best friend trough the woods with a murderer on the loose) our story begins.

We have Stiles and Scott walking around trying to find the body (every sentence that leaves Dylan's mouth during this episode is gold, that's really my opinion) Scotty is worried about the prospect of founding not only the body but, the murderer, Stiles is living his best life, joking around, walking way too fast for our asthmatic baby Scott, and that's how they get separated.

We properly meet one of the best characters of the show, the sheriff Stilinski, after Stiles gets scared by another deputy that thinks he’s the murderer, and Stiles leaves with his dad. So, now we have us a baby Scott walking alone, in the dark, back home.

He’s walking for a bit, with creppy background music and various animal noises (the music and the ambiance of this show are great. Props to the music team, honestly) Then, he reaches a clearing in the middle of the forest, takes out his inhaler, and when he is about to use it, a bunch of deer bump into him causing him to fall to the ground and drop the inhaler. (I bet he was more worried about dying crushed by deer than losing it, though) When the deer have gone their merry way,and he no longer thinks he’s going to die, he gets up and starts looking for the inhaler with the light of his cell phone (with the light of the screen to be precise. Scotty isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed), but he doesn’t find his inhaler, he finds... The body (the upper part, in case someone was wondering)

Then, Scotty jumps back from the scare, and falls down a hill. When he gets up, a huge black monster attacks him and baby Scott gets bitten!

(The CGI of the first season is truly horrifying but, don’t panic my friends, it will get better)

Baby Scott runs as good as he can manage ,after being bitten by an unknown huge thing and having lost his inhaler,through the woods until he reaches the road, where he is almost hit by a car (our homeboy Scotty is having a really bad night)

SPOILER

The fact that he gets almost run over by Allison and her mom , who aren’t even in the show yet is amazing. Jeff did truly love this 2 because their storyline is truly wonderful, their whole relationship is handled with such care and a lot of attention to details. It makes my heart soft.

SPOILER

They go to school, Jackson looks like an asshole and turns out to be an asshole, normal High School shit. Scotty shows Stiles his bandage and tells him that a wolf bit him, then Stiles proceeds to laugh his ass off because there hasn’t been wolfs in California in like 60 years (Stiles is the kind of person that knows that type of thing) and , baby Scott tells him that he found the body.

Then this whole hilarious scene happens:

They go to class and Scotty starts hearing a phone ringing and turns out he’s the only one hearing it (obviously dude, you’re a werewolf) because it’s the phone of a new girl that’s outside of the High School waiting for the headmaster (I guess, I though someone else was but maybe that hasn’t happened,yet) this new girl is talking on the phone with her mom and she realizes that she forgot to bring a pen (really? You forget to bring a pen to your first day of High School? Someone wasn’t prepared)

So the headmaster brings the new girl to Scotty’s class , her name is Allison, and baby Scott has a crush on her the second he sees her (puppy love has never been more fitting )

Then, he does that whole thing of giving her a pen that she didn’t ask for (if I was Allison I’d be creeped out that someone just gave me a pen after I said outside of the building that I didn’t have one but, IDK, maybe it’s just me)

Anyway, Lydia and Allison become BFFs ,they have Lacrosse practice (we hear the Lacrosse background music for the first time) and surprise, Baby Scott didn’t suck (we also meet Coach aka the most important person of Beacon Hills high school) After school Stiles and Scott go back to the wood to look for the body and the inhaler (seriously, do this kids never learn?) while Stiles jokes about Scotty being a werewolf,and Derek Hale makes his first appearance (God Derek looks like Edward Cullen in this episode) he gives Scott his inhaler back and tells them to get out of his property (like an old man)

Stiles tells Scotty that almost all of Derek’s family died in a fire in his house and baby Scott leaves to go to work. He goes to feed the cats and they freak out, Allison comes to the vet hysterical with a dog she run over , this cutie moment happens :

Baby Scott is in love, so he asks her out to Lydia’s party that friday, Allison is also in love so she says yes. Scotty goes to sleep feeling on cloud nine and wakes up in the middle of the woods (it was a full moon the night before) he sees the big monster that attacked him the other night starts running and ends up falling in someone’s pool (Baby Scott is way to ripped for an asthmatic little kid but, ok)

He goes to school , Jackson interrogates him about steroids (fuck off Jackson, no one likes you. Well, maybe Lydia, but that’s it) Scotty freaks out about sleepwalking 40 miles into the woods, they go to Lacrosse practice and Scotty makes first line so he’s going to be playing in their first Lacrosse game of the year ,Stiles is suspicious because Scott was awful at Lacrosse like 2 days ago , and suddenly he’s a pro (like he should be, honestly, people should listen to Stiles more)

Stiles goes home researches a freaking ton about lycanthropy and werewolfs and decides that yes, his best friend is a werewolf (just like that, that was his first option and he stuck to it) he calls Scotty, tells him that he should cancel his date with Allison just in case he tries to kill her but Scott ignores him.

Melissa and baby Scott have a nice mother-son moment before his first ever date (with a lot more mentions of teenage pregnancies and underage sex for what one would expect from a first date)

Baby Scott takes Allison to the party, everything is going great, until it isn’t. Suddenly Scott starts feeling the bloodlust and the changes that Stiles had warned him about, so he leaves the party (leaving Allison alone without as mush as an apology, and without a way to get back home) Do not fear, though. Derek offers to take her home so everything’s great.

Scotty goes home while having a whole freak out and tells Stiles (who has followed him because he’s the best friend anyone could ever have) that Derek is the werewolf that bit him. Stiles tells Scotty that Derek took Allison home, Baby Scott leaves to have a fucking argument with Derek, and Stiles goes to Allison’s house (Allison was just fine so Stiles leaves)

Scotty and Derek get attacked by werewolf hunters (needless to say, Scotty won’t be sleeping in a while)

In the morning Stiles picks him up from the woods. At school Scotty apologizes to Allison, she forgives him because they are in love (or stupid , if I had been left like that in the first date I wouldn’t have forgiven him) and we are introduced to Allison’s dad

Wait, did I say Allison’s dad? I meant the werewolf hunter that tried to kill him the night before.

Wow that was a roller coaster of emotions ! What did you guys think? Did you remember all of what actually happens ? Did you also realize that you’ve been mixing what happens in each season together into one big season? Because I did

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hishopeworld-blog · 5 years

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Who am I now?

Part one

Genre: fluff; slight smut; angst; sad romance

Pairings: Jimin x reader

Word count: 1.9k

Description: “I loved someone, I felt it, I spoke it, I showed it, I was it. With him, I felt inspired and showed our love in a multidimensional manner. I was kind enough to let him go because it was what he wanted. It was always what he wanted..”

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Memories. Something so delicate but strong at the same time. Something that’s faster than light, yet slower than a snail. Something you cherish but take advantage of. Something you hold onto, but try to give it away. You cry you peel, you break, all because of memories. Something so useful in life, yet useless at the same time. You remember that song but you don’t remember the name. You remember the answer, you can see it, but why can’t you write it down? Why are our memories the only thing that brings life to us? You breathe, you move, you touch, you see, you feel, but without your memories, you aren’t.. you.

You wish, with every muscle in your body, with every drop of blood, every small or big cell, every bone. You wish, that you didn’t remember those last 60 days. Those last ‘hello’s’ , those lasts ‘goodbye’s’ , those last smiles, last laughs, last stares, last touch’s, last tears, last breath, last love. You wish you didn’t remember yet, it’s the only thing you wish you had kept. He gave you your last as so you did for him. With every bump, smooth or rough, you had each other. It’s crazy how fast 11:59 pm can change to 12:00 am in a blink of an eye. It’s crazy how life can change, in a blink of an eye.

And it all started with Day 1,

“He just pisses me off sometimes, I don’t even know why I’m still with him. He’s clearly not good for me and I’m not good for him” you’re currently at a restaurant with your best friend, Rose listening to her rant about her wutless, unloyal boyfriend. We arrived 5 minutes ago, got seated pretty quickly and are now looking through the menu.

“Good evening ladies’, my name is Jimin and I’ll be your waiter for tonight, can I start you guys up on some drinks? Or are you guys ready to order?” both you and your friends head shoot up and the waiter, shock washing over your faces.

Holy heaven.

You analyze his face instantly, his gelled back light brown hair, almost blonde, showing his forehead, making his eyebrows dominantly take control. His soft eyes, colour too dark to tell. His perfectly sculpted nose, leading to his luscious, plump, beautifully pink lips. Ending with the sharp cut of his jawline. He clears his throat, seeing as both you and your friend stare at him, eyes heart popping out of your faces. “Ladies” he chuckles, bringing yourself back you awkwardly laugh as well.

He taps his pen against his small notebook before asking again “so um, can I get you guys your drinks?”

“I would just like water please” You quietly say but loud enough for him to hear. You feel his stare as soon as you speak, trying your hardest not to make eye contact. Nodding he doesn’t even lift his pen up to the notebook, having your choice easy to remember. “Can I have the strawberry smoothie?” Rose points to the menu where it’s displayed, looking up at him questionably.

Raising his eyebrows, he leans forward a bit to see where she’s pointing “Of course, but you have a choice, either to mix it with alcohol or just leave it as a normal smoothie” looking at your friend, you can literally see the excitement wash over her face as soon as she hears alcohol

Oh god.

Smirking, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before classically answering “mix it with the good stuff please” he laughs lightly, writing down her order and nodding

“Okay, water should be here in 3, and strawberry smoothie should be in here in 5, I’d be right back with them both and we can then start with your food” you glance up at him regretting it instantly as you make eye contact, quickly looking away, he nods before walking off. Looking in his direction, watching him walk off you take in his attire and gulp. Facing forward, you see Rose staring dead at you. Chuckling at her weirdness you raise your eyebrows before asking “yes Rosey posey?”

She scrunches her nose up in disgust at your nickname for her “okay one, what did I tell you about that name” laughing you look down at your menu “and two, can we talk about how hot our waiter is?” Shaking your head at her comment you look back up at her, tilting your head to the side

“Last time I recall, you have a boyfriend that, may I add, will literally beat him up because you were checking him out” shaking your head at her once again, she rolls her eyes and slouches back in her chair. You miss the way her eyes light up and go wide due to you having a crisis in your head about what you’re getting

“Oh my god, you should-“

“No” you interrupt, giving her a glare, knowing exactly what she was going to say.

“C’ mon Y/N, you haven’t been in a relationship in so long, give this a try!” She smiled widely, you sigh and look up at her showing no sign of agreement “okay you don’t have to date him, you can just-“

“No Rose!” You whisper yell “relationships and hookups are not my top priorities right now” you shake your head, noticing you do it a lot to her lately.

Sighing she finally gives up. Just in time as well because soon you see a black sleeve stretch across your face, putting a cup pad on the table to prevent water stains. You catch a swift of his cologne, mentally sighing at the attractive smell. He stretches his arm on your friends' side as well before handing your drinks over

“Strawberry, alcohol-filled smoothie for you,” he says smiling down at Rose, placing the cup exactly in the center of the cup mat. “And water for you” he slowly drops the cup to your cup mat, sighing, before bringing his notebook out for your food orders. “Now, what would you beautiful ladies like to eat?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~After Dinner~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Feeling full you pat your tummy and pout at your best friend, she laughs at your full state and takes a sip, the last sip, of her drink, having it finally finish. “I don’t think they added any alcohol to this” she scrunches her nose at the cup, bringing it up to her nose.

“I’m sure they know the stories between you and alcohol, Rose” you smirk, earning an annoyed look from your best friend. You look around the place once again. While you were eating, you couldn’t help but look around for a certain somebody. That somebody obviously being your waiter. You’ve seen him pass by, walking up to other tables, taking orders and giving them their foods. You take note of how different he acts with other customers. One table he’s being giddy, smiling and laughing. Another he’s being serious, quickly taking orders and nodding frequently. Another he’s being normal, giving them his best service. And another being flirty, and trust me, you can tell.

A few moments pass by. With your dishes neatly piled at the end of the table, you wait for your check. It’s been a few minutes, almost 8 as you continue waiting. With Rose going to the restroom a few minutes ago, you awkwardly play with the nails waiting for your waiter and for her to come back. Hopefully before the waiter.

As on cue, he turns the corner and walks straight to your table. In his right hand, he holds a circular black tray and in his left, he holds the receipt and card machine. He smiles as he approaches the table “Thank you for organizing the plates, makes my job 10x easier”

“No problem” you shyly respond. He looks up from the plates and smiles. He hands you the receipt then turns around, placing the tray on an empty table. Turning back around, he gives you a questioning look “How will you pay?”

With your cash prepared, you quickly hand him your $40 “And your friend? Do you know how she’s paying?” his attention adverts to your hand, taking your money from you “uh no actually, she should be back soon though” you quickly say, giving him a small smile

Moments pass by and Rose is still in the restroom. You see Jimin shift his weight to his other leg, awkwardly waiting. “So uh, how long have you worked here?” Not knowing how long your best friends going to be, you try to bring up a small conversation.

He opens his mouth slightly, furrowing his eyebrows as he tries to remember “2 months, the beginning of this month was actually the first time they let me on the floor” he fumbles with the machine, smiling to himself

“Really? What have you been doing this whole time?” You give him a questioning look

“Cleaning the restrooms, sweeping floors, washing dishes...” he carries on. He sighs, walking closer to the table leaning forward a little bit “How about you, Do you work?”

You sigh “not yet, I just finished teachers college last year, now I’m just waiting for them to place me somewhere”

He nods slowly, staring at you for a moment. “Oh teachers college, huh? So you’re crazy smart?” He smirks, looking at the card machine before glancing up at you, raising an eyebrow.

You lightly laugh “I wouldn’t say that” under the table you fold your hands together, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. He speaks up again “It’s okay, crazy smart girls are cute”

You feel your cheeks go red and give him a blushed smile before asking “w-what about you? Making money to buy your own things now?”

He gives you a questioning look, “buy my own things now?” The joke you tried to make clearly didn’t match his humour, so you try to elaborate

Mentally slapping yourself from the embarrassment you quickly answer “Y-yeah I meant like.. are you tired of your parents' money. It’s just that you look really young so I thought you were still living off of your parents' money..” your voice goes softer as your sentence ends and you slowly look down to your hands, escaping his hard stare.

He tongues his cheek, leans on the table, forearms supporting his torso with his hands crossed. Forcing you to stare directly in his eyes he takes a moment before responding “how old do you think I am?” Taking note on how his voice got deeper and quieter, you suddenly feel your throat getting dry.

You turn your attention away, seeing your best friend walk up. He quickly backs up and takes the card machine in his hold again. She takes her card out - apologizing quickly, pressing a few buttons before a small paper slides out from the top. “Okay, thank you, ladies. You two enjoy the rest of your night” he smiles, ripping the paper from the receipt and turning around to collect the tray from earlier.

“Oh, can I ask?” Rose says standing up, catching his attention. He turns around with the tray in his hands, staring at her waiting for her question “are you single?” Your eyes go wide and you immediately stand up.

“Rose lets go” you give her a ‘now’ smile. Jimin lightly laughs, while you pull her arm in the direction of the door “wait Y/N, you didn’t hear his answer!” She tries escaping your stronghold but gives up once you’re already out of the restaurant.

“You’re unbelievable, Rose”

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A/N~ Some of you might be confused as to why I just made a new book when I didn’t even upload the first chapter for “solicit” but honestly the idea for this book just popped in my head and I had to write it out before I got it. I finished the first chapter for this and the second chapter will definitely come out AFTER I finish the first chapter of “solicit”

Also, thank you for reading this, hope you liked it <3 it’s also really early in the morning and I should sleep so if it’s the night for you now, goodnight 💜 it’s if morning, good morning, hope you have a good day!

#who am i now #park jimin #bts smut #Jimin smut #jimin angst #bts fanfic

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hotsterfield · 6 years

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“What Tumblr blog?” - Tom Holland

Word count: 2206

Request:

Anon: Hello, beautiful! Could you do a Peter X Reader with the prompts 4, 20 and 40? Thanks in advanvce, if you can 😊🖤

posey-is-my-daddy: 4? From the prompt list 💗 Haley

Anon: Hiii I was wondering if you would do a imagine with the numbers 3, 4, 45, 48 & 52? I know they’re all over the place and probs different days or stuff but yeah 💕

Annon: Hi! Can you do 40 with Tom please? Thank you !

3. "You do realize, that I'm not actually Spider-Man, right?"

4. "I found your Tumblr blog about me"

20. Have you ever used your spider powers for something, I don't know, kinky?"

40. "Are you reading smut about yourself?"

45. "You do realize we have thin walls right? I can hear when you talk to your friend about me"

48. "We don't we act out some of the stuff you wrote about me?"

52. "Hey, I'm your new neighbo... holy shit, you're Tom Holland"

Masterlist | Promptlist

A/N: So I though some of these worked together, so I made them work together! And maybe, I’ll at some point actually write a Bad Boy AU. But I got another series coming up before that! I’ll maybe write a couple more prompts, before I post the series. Or I’ll post it when I reach 1500 followers! Whichever comes first! So I hope you enjoy this story. Tell me what you think! I love your feedback!

You had always just been a small-town girl, and now you were finally moving into your own apartment in London. Of course, you didn’t know anyone, so you thought you would great your neighbours. Which was why you were now standing outside the apartment next to yours, with a plate of cookies in your hand.

As the door opened, you mentally prepared yourself to great your new neighbour. You knew how small-town you might seem, but you didn’t feel like you could come empty handed. As a dark haired young man opened the door, and before your brain could comprehend who was standing in front of you, your mouth had already begun to speak.

“Hey, I’m your new neighbo...” Your eyes widened as you realized who you were standing in front. “Holy shit, you’re Tom Holland”

“Yes, I am. That introduction was rather easy, what’s your name, darling?” He asked, with a kind smile.

“My name? Yeah. It’s uh. Um. I don’t remember. I’m a little star struck right now. I’m sorry. What?” You just kept starring at him, not really able to understand that he was actually your new neighbour.

“That’s a new one. It’s alright really” He looked a little uncomfortable, and you somehow managed to snap out of your star struckness.

“I’m sorry. I was just a little surprised. I’m Y/n. My name is Y/n. I just moved in next door, and I brought cookies” You spoke faster than usually, and even though you were trying to stay calm, but you were still very much freaking out on the inside.

"Oh! That's so nice of you. Eh, thank you, I think" He smiled at you awkwardly. "ehm. So. I'm having a party tonight. Just a couple of friends, nothing loud, but we are going to get drunk. Do you want to come? Get to uh, get to know each other maybe?"

"Yeah, sure! I'll just. Come by later. Then. Okay. I'll go now… See you tonight, I guess" You gave him the cookies, and hurried back to your apartment, hoping to avoid embarrassing yourself.

As you walked into your new bedroom, you sat in your bed, leaning your head back against the wall, trying to calm down your beating heart. Was this really happening? Did you just meet Tom Holland? And did he really just invite you to a party?

"Haz, I kinda invited my new neighbour to the party tonight. She's hot! It was a bit awkward, because she seemed a bit starstrucked but maybe some alcohol will help with that? She even brought me cookies!... No. That was before she knew who i was… No, I'm not going to save some for you. They're really good, so no" You could hear Tom talking on the phone in the room next to yours.

Your heart was no where near to slowing down now. Did he really think you were hot? This was good right? Your celebrity crush, thought you were hot, this had to be a good thing. How could this be a bad thing?

He also said you were awkward, so that wasn't a good thing. What if you kept being awkward when you got drunk? You had a tendency to become very flirtatious when you got drunk. Maybe you would make things even awkwarder. This was just great, now you were even starting to mess up words.

***

You had spent 2 hours getting ready. Every piece of clothing you had found was either too formal, or too casual. To be honest, you didn't really know how fancy you were supposed to be, so in the end, you decided to just go with it. So you were wearing some high waited jeans, and a tight crop top

Your makeup was fancier than usually, but not too much. You kept it simple. Normally you would go all in, because you loved the process of applying the make up, but tonight was different. Tonight, you wanted to keep it simple. You actually cared what Tom thought of you.

As you knocked on the door, you felt confident. It might have something to do with the shots you had taken before you left your own apartment. You weren't drunk, you were just not sober enough to doubt yourself so much.

"Y/n! You're just in time! We're about to start playing most likely! You should totally join, get to know everyone" Tom said, smiling, as he opened the door. You blushed, remembering his phone call earlier.

As you walked into his apartment, you were greeted with a lot of different faces. You tried you best to remember everyone's names, but the more alcohol you drank, the harder it got. At the end of the night, you were a flirting giggling mess. Maybe it was just your crush on Tom, but in your drunken state, you felt a kind of connection with him. Eventually everyone left, leaving just you and Tom.

"Tonight was fun. I'm glad that you moved in" He said, biting his lip. You were sitting next to each other on the couch, and his arm was carefully placed behind you, on the back of the couch.

"Totally! So much fun. So many names. Not really enough dancing, but that's okay. I guess that's just how you Londoners party" You said, giggling.

"Oh, so you want to dance?" Tom asked, quickly standing up, and bowing down. "Well, milady, can i have this dance?" There was some quiet music playing in the background, as you looked at him.

"I'm not a very good slow dancer" You said nervously, as you took his hand.

"Just let me lead. I am a dancer after all" He winked at you, and you laughingly shook your head.

"Maybe we should just keep talking instead! I'm good at that. It's hard to fuck that up" You tried, as you stayed seated in the couch.

"Do i need to remind you that you forgot your name, earlier today? So i do think it's possible to fuck up talking" He laughed, as he gently pulled your hand.

"I just needed a confidence boost! And you saying i was hot, and that I made great cookies really did the trick!" You said. He stopped pulling your hand, while his face fell a little.

"How do you… How do you know that?" He asked, a little colour getting into his cheeks.

"You do realize we have thin walls, right? I can hear when you talk to your friend about me" Now it was your turn to bite your lip. You had done it a lot of times this evening, and every time Tom would notice it.

"Of course we do" He said, sitting down next to you again. "So, I guess my secret is out. I do find you very attractive. And I been wanting to smear out that lipstick of yours all night"

"Oh really? Then what are you waiting for?" You whispered, letting go of your lip.

"Every one else to leave" He said quietly, as he slowly leaned closer.

"They already did" You answered, staying put. Was this really happening?

"Yeah" He breathed, as he connected your lips. Your teeth got knocked together, and you couldn't help but laugh. The tension had built between you, and your first kiss ended up with a teeth knock. He smiled against your lips, as you continued the kiss.

When you pulled away from him, you were breathless. Your drunk self was so lost in the moment, and you just wanted to feel him on your lips again.

“I really want to take this further, but I think we’re both too drunk, for it to be a good idea” Tom said, while he tried to catch his breath.

“If you think that far, you’re not drunk enough, And don’t worry, I would never regret sleeping with you. I’ve had the biggest crush on Spider-man since I was 11” You told him, as you leaned closer to him again.

“Are you telling me, you’re not interested in me, but in my alter ego?” Tom asked, pretending to be offended, which made you laugh.

“I’m just thinking about how amazingly crazy the sex would be. Have you ever used your spider powers for something, I don’t know, kinky?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

“You do realize, that I’m not actually Spider-Man, right? How drunk are you?" He sent a funny face, as he laughed.

"I was kidding! I'm not that drunk. But in theory. Would Peter Parker use his spider powers in bed?" You asked in a serious voice, before laughing.

"What kind of kinky stuff are you into? That's such a weird question!"

"I guess you'll have to find out"

***

A month went by, and you and Tom got closer very quickly. The first week had been awkward, and none of you really know what to say to the other. At the end off the week, he had asked you on a date, and things got a bit smoother.

After your first date, you hadn't spent many nights in your own apartment. If you did, Tom would often be with you. So in just a month, you had gotten really close. Close enough to being official, but not official official.

The best part was the late night conversations. A couple of times, you had said something you wish you hadn't, and you would always pray that he would forget. Like the time you told him about your Tumblr blog. From the second the words left your mouth, you knew it was a mistake.

You had just mentioned that you at one point posted Marvel stories on Tumblr, and then after Tom got the Spider-Man part, it was suddenly very focused on Spider-Man, and maybe even a few times him. So of course, he had brought it up a couple of times. He wanted to see it, which there was no way you were going to let him. It would just be awkward. You had written smut about him. You were not going to explain that part too him.

So when you got home from work, you found Tom sitting on your bed, looking at his phone, with a very focused face. He only glanced up at you, before going back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

"Hello to you too" You said, as you let yourself fall down beside him. "What are you doing?" You asked. You loved it when he looked focused. It didn't turn you on, but it kinda turned you on.

"I'm on Tumblr. There's a lot of fanfic about me. Even something called smut. It's really dirty, and kinda weird, but also strangely captivating" He said, eyes still on the screen.

"Wait, are you reading smut about yourself? Isn't that kind of like watching a porn with yourself in it?" You asked, smiling. Internally praying that he hadn't found any of your fics yet.

"It's super weird, but i think i'm kinda into it. It's hot" He said, as he finally looked at you, sending you a smirk. A smirk you had learned all too well. "And darling, by the way. I found your Tumblr blog about me. It's really flattering. You're a really good writer. I especially like the ones where you get really descriptive"

"Oh" Was all you managed to get out, as you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You felt the air getting stuck in lungs, and every part of your body was telling you to run away.

"You look like a deer in headlights. Don't worry. I don't think it's creepy at all. I liked it, i really did. If anything, it only made me more into you" He reassured you.

"Ehm. I'm not. What blog? What smut? Don't know anything about any of that" You got out, as you more shy than you had ever felt.

"'Oh darling. Why don't we act out some of the stuff you wrote about me? Maybe that'll jog your memory. Those deer eyes, got me thinking of one of your stories. Bad boy AU i think you called it" He said in a seducing voice, as he leaned closer to you.

"What? No, don't remember it" You stayed frozen in your spot, as Tom kept moving closer to you.

"Really? It's about us being kind of together, but not completely. Then there's this really hot scene, where I just kiss you, and then tie you up when you're not paying attention" As he got closer to you, you once again lost your breath again.

While you were still searching for words, he closed the space between you. His lips were more in control than they usually were, and you let yourself fall under his control. When you were deep into the kiss, he lead your arms up to the bedframe, and you felt something tighten around your wrist.

He broke away from, and looked at you with a playful smile.

"Are we really doing this?" You asked, trying to catch your breath. You had to admit, that him taking control really turned you on, and made you forget everything else.

"I'm just doing what you wrote. So everything we do tonight, is all to your credit"

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Rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. At the end, choose however many people you want to tag!

I was tagged by @elenaxrodriguez thanks babe!!

LAST…

[1] drink: coke. always coke. [2] phone call: my bff [3] text message: same [4] song you listened to: city and colour, thirst [5] time you cried: earlier today watching long island medium (the purest and most cleansing cry you could ever experience)

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] dated someone twice: what does that mean? gone on 2 dates with the same person? dated, broke up, then dated again? yes to the first, no to the second. [7] been cheated on: nope [8] kissed someone and regretted it: definitely [9] lost someone special: yes [10] been depressed: all the time [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: only the morning after thank god

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] blue [13] red [14] silver

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: if this website counts then yep! and i love you all so much!! [16] fallen out of love: not this year, nope. still waiting. [17] laughed until you cried: doubtful, but possible. [18] found out someone was talking about you: yup. people suck. [19] met someone who changed you: nope. nothing changes. ever. [20] found out who your true friends are: that happened a long time ago [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: AHAHAHAHAHAHA no.

GENERAL… [22] how many of your tumblr friends do you know in real life: i follow a couple ppl i know irl but they’re not active at all and we don’t talk about it, it’s not a shared interest. [23] do you have any pets: yup! my python houdini :) [24] do you want to change your name: no way dude, i’ve been through a lot with this sucker [25] what did you do for your last birthday: tried to pretend it wasn’t happening [26] what time did you wake up: today? a bit earlier than usual. around 2:15pm. [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: probably giffing and watching a haunting [28] name something you cannot wait for: getting some fuckin $$$$ so i can finish my movie! [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: last saturday [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish i could stop being single [31] what are you listening to right now: drunk history XD god this show is amazing [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: yup! went to school with one. [33] something that is getting on your nerves: fuckin everything gets on my nerves. i just thought about that for like 3 minutes and decided the list is too long. everything. [35] elementary: what about it? [36] high school: are you looking for a name? [37] college: i spent way too many years in college, but that was a long time ago. i followed my sister out of town and did theater school for a year before deciding i hated the town and people and needed to come home. so i did my undergrad and grad school here at mcgill, then couldn’t find a job so did another degree in toronto, which was also useless. there was a time i was seriously considering staying in school forever and doing a phd, but there’s this thing called money.....and universities have already taken most of mine :/ [38] hair colour: reddish brown [39] long or short hair: i’ve always wished for long hair, but it never goes much past my shoulders [40] do you have a crush on someone: not a REAL one.....but there’s this guy called tyler posey.... [41] what do you like about yourself?: i care a LOT about things. i also hate it though. [42] piercings: my ears and tongue [43] blood type: no clue [44] nickname: div/divs [45] relationship status: single [46] zodiac sign: gemini [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav tv show: teen wolf, obvs [49] tattoos: nope [50] right or left handed: right

FIRST… [51] surgery: does dental count? it should. that shit’s scary as fuck. had it a few years ago. [52] piercing: oh i have no idea when i got my ears done....maybe 10? [53] best friend: this girl jillian. we were best friends thru all of elementary. she took my deserts. [55] vacation: my family did a cross country US trip when I was 3. i have some strong memories, it’s weird. [56] pair of trainers: what? shoes? no idea?

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: not eating, smoking. what else is new XD [58] drinking: i already told you that.... [59] I’m about to: another chapter on this edit i’m doing [60] listening to: STILL DRUNK HISTORY geez [61] waiting for: the weather to go back above zero [62] want: a steak [63] get married: right now? is this a proposal? [64] career: what’s that.

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: hugs [66] lips or eyes: eyes [67] shorter or taller: taller [68] older or younger: younger [69] romantic or spontaneous: romantic [70] nice arms or nice stomach: arms [71] sensitive or loud: sensitive [72] hook up or relationship: relationship [73] troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? yep [75] drank hard liquor? certainly [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? all the god damn time [77] turned someone down: of course, and i hate it more than almost anything [78] sex on first date? does it have to have been a date? wtf is a date. i’ve had one night stands, yes. [79] broken someone’s heart? yes and good riddance, he deserved it. [80] had your own heart broken? many times, fucker is on it’s last threads [81] been arrested? eheheheee oh the STORIES my friends [82] cried when someone died? yes [83] fallen for a friend: FUCK OFF

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? sometimes [85] miracles? yup [86] love at first sight? yup [87] santa claus? the guy who comes down the chimney or the saint he’s named after? [88] kiss on the first date? definitely [89] angels? hmmmmm. well there’s this angel called tyler posey....so i guess they do exist

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: nathaniel [91] eye colour: blue [92] favourite movie: like, ever? it’s such a long list. but the eternal faves are titanic, romeo + juliet, sleepers, dogma, and the basketball diaries. yes. the 90s were important to me.

since this was fun i’m actually gonna tag some people! don’t feel like you have to @wellsjahasghost, @westhallen, @xproskeith, @tylerstitties, @archieandsrew, @paullwalkers, @maliia-tate, @stilinskikissme along with anyone who was sweet enough to read this whole thing. you’re the real MVPs <3

#thanks for the tag! weeee!!!!#tagging games #personal info #this took forever ahahahahaaaa #but it was fun!

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filmstudiesandshenanigans · 7 years

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20th Century Women: Punk Rock in the Cosmos

It's fitting that during a scene in which Annette Bening's narrator breaks the fourth wall and ponders the next twenty years of American history, director and writer Mike Mills decided to insert a scene from Koyaanisqatsi. Indeed, this film feels closest to Godrey Reggio's ponderous meditation on the nature of time and how the earth just keeps on spinning, our daily lives a mere blip in the cosmic ballet. But while we're here, Mills thinks we ought to try and make the best of it.

As intensely personal and semi-autobiographical as his previous film, Beginners, 20th Century Women is not just a step forward artistically; it represents a quantum leap. The shift in narrative and thematic ambition to something less precious and more purely empathetic allows Mills to connect the intimacy of this makeshift family of sorts to a vast thematic landscape. What Mills seems to be occupied with isn't as much a conversation with God or the cosmos about the meaning of existence, but rather an interest in our relationship with the passage of time. If we're really only here for a moment, what do with do with that moment? What impact does it have, and how does the flow of time shape who we are?

The kaleidoscope of experience and perspective is embodied in the surrogate family on display in Mills' exploration of what can be surmised was his relationship with his mother and the people around him. Standing in for the author is Jaime, a 15 year old boy being raised by his single mother, a feminist who yet struggles with the changing world around her, trying to make heads or tales of a post-Nixon America. As William Friedkin once said, the 1970s represented the country having "a national nervous breakdown" following the assassinations of Martin Luther King Jr, the Kennedy brothers, and the Vietnam war. That nervous breakdown could arguably be seen as culminating in the impeachment and resignation of President Nixon. The Watergate scandal shook the country's faith in democracy like nothing before, and afterwards, we're still picking up the pieces. In fact, the film's use of an omniscient narration by the various characters able to see their own past, present, and 20 year-on future allows this historical perspective to ponder where the fuck we as a people are supposed to go from here. Does it matter?

Surrounding Jaime and Dorothea are their two tenants, a 20-something photographer who "dyed her hair red after she saw The Man Who Fell to Earth" and a 40-something handyman who lived through the 60s but maybe left his heart back there, struggling to reconcile his deep, salt of the earth goodness with his younger free spirit. Add to the list a lifelong childhood friend of Jaime's, a girl he is deeply in love with but unrequitedly so, and you have a strange surrogate family indeed. But Mills is so invested in finding the empathy to treat them all a human beings that it never becomes the precocious, farce it could be in the hands of anyone less insightful and pointed in their observations. If this all sounds a bit weighty and ponderous, rest assured it balances lofty thematic ambitions with an absolutely acidic wit and joyous celebration of life's messiness. It strikes such a balance between these tones that I found myself often laughing hysterically while also literally choking back a good cry.

That deep sense of humanity is embodied beautifully in the performances across the board, but never more so than in the ways Annette Bening and Greta Gerwig's generational gap contrast and compliment one another. Instead of playing either as a stereotype, their ability to project some much emotional complexities in the simplest of gestures and body language is astonishing. That's par for the course with Bening, who has long been portraying that level of devastating nuance in her career, but something of a revelation for Gerwig, who up until now has been the heir apparent of Parker Posey as the indie queen, playing variations of herself throughout. Here, she finally allows herself a level of raw vulnerability that results in a complex, heartbreaking, and passionate portrayal of a young woman just trying to feel sane in an insane world. The scenes she shares with Bening show a level of compassion between two women who have a stronger bond than just friends. There's a real love and understanding that comes off as a mother-daughter dynamic at first, but reveals itself to be something more pure and with less baggage. Two women who just wan tot be there for one another, connecting through shared experience throughout time.

At one point in the film, Bening stumbles upon her son and Gerwig's character listening to punk rock, and says "They're not very good, are they?" Gerwig replies Yea, it’s like they’ve got this feeling, and they don’t have any skill, and they don’t want skill, because it’s really interesting what happens when your passion is bigger than the tools you have to deal with it. It creates this energy that’s raw. Isn’t it great?"

That assessment of the energy and passion pf punk permeates throughout the film, serving as a thesis of sorts on our place in the course of history. Mills seems to assert that without allowing yourself to express that raw feeling and energy, you find yourself stuck in frustration and a life measured only in what you think you have the tools to achieve, rather than finally just shouting "I'm here, and this is who I am!" at the top of your lungs. Such a love for humanity is rare these days, but a film like 20th Century Women is bursting at the seems with it. We're all complicated, messy, strange people, but damned if we aren't going to just try our best to make our mark on the flow of time in whatever way we can. No fate but what you make, after all.

#20th Century Women #Mike Mills #Greta Gerwig #Annette Bening #Billy Crudup #Elle Fanning

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lc’s ongoing long-ass list of what the fuck, teen wolf, and other sundry E606:Ghosted edition.

scott getting a little tiny bit snarly at the sheriff for not believing~~ in stiles gives me life

this old-ass map not only puts beacon hills on top of a real life place called scotty place which still makes me laugh, but also substantially more north and eastward than i originally estimated.

why the fuck didnt naziwolf just get the fuck outta bh?

why did he choose to stay and teach high school of all things?

california requires an 18 month accreditation course and a certain GPA of teachers who do not have an education degree, i know this from direct experience. its been three months since naziwolf busted out of his bacta tank, so what the fuck

if he forged his credentials, how

when

when did he actually learn all of the post WW2 physics and electromagnetics things he clearly genuinely knows and has a genuine interest in?

did the dread doctors read him bedtime stories from their science journals?

if so, what the fuck

i guess if youre an alpha werewolf you can sleep in the backseat with no seatbelt and its not a big deal if you crash

good job on malia being the driver and not crashing them im proud of her

reading the date of the canaan abduction in the standard american way it was april 8th, 1987, which cant be a coincidence given that’s stiles birthday (albeit pre-stiles)

if canaan has been abandoned for 30 years, who has been cutting these obviously not overgrown lawns and trimming these obviously not overgrown accent shubberies

why isnt that flag beat up or torn in any way?

kudos on giving that convertible the old 80s style california plates but why arent any of the windows on any of the cars busted out? no flat tires? no rust or missing doors?

also that shot of the ‘town’ where there was more substantial damage looked fake as hell and the crosswalk was proceeding at the wrong angle and i cant unsee it.

why is there still power running to these street lamps?

for that matter who has their street lamps scheduled to turn on in the middle of the day?

was that block party banner over the street lettered on both sides? it reads properly no matter what side youre looking at, which seems weird.

why is there blood on the carousel? was that explained? we’ve never seen the ghost riders’ gun draw blood that i can recall

im not even sure we’ve really seen their whips draw blood per se and certainly it wouldn’t have caused that kind of blood stain

also why is the blood still wet and red 30 years later? why wasn’t that newspaper rotted out? either time impacted this town to make it shitty as hell or it didn’t, pick one, you cannot have both. it still rains enough in california to totally disintegrate a newspaper in thirty years.

how the fuck did that carousel function even that tiny bit after 30 years in the elements?

why did melissa have to sneak chris argent around, couldnt he have just declined the operation against medical advice?

also good to see scott got his utter inability to lie from his mom

even if malia isnt wearing 100% stiles’ void-hoodie how could the costume department have thought for a minute we wouldnt have thought that was the void hoodie?

malia having a hallucination of theo in the same episode he comes back in for real seemed both rushed and entirely unnecessary.

in fact these hallucinations seemed wholesale unnecessary and neither scott nor malia deserved that nonsense

were all of these dead leaves already on location or did some poor asshole have to ship them in and then ship them out again

come to think of it, at first i was really excited to see coral/eucalyptus trees as they are actually trees that are in california (as opposed to the type of oak the nemeton is, which is distinctly Not a type of tree in california) but then i realized those are Southern California Trees and if beacon hills (and canaan) are that far north and close to the oregon border, the trees should be way more pines and evergreens and not coral or eucalyptus or ... any deserty tree, really.

seriously were these hallucinations just to show malia can feel sad too?

malia was wearing really subtle gold eyeshadow earlier. now it’s dark shadowing up to her browbone. does being a werecoyote also mean being able to shift your makeup at will? cause thats cool

do little girls seriously still play with baby dolls while hitting their first strides of puberty? im beginning to think i was never actually a little girl.

how much younger than malia was kylie supposed to be? bc she looks like 12 here but malia was like... 10 when the desert wolf murdered her family, right? was SHE the younger sister??

teen wolf shamelessly reusing shots with new filters on them like never before. this ain’t even the fifth time i’ve caught them doing this, this season, and i’ve literally never seen them do it in any of the other seasons.

im not sure anybody told kylie’s actress she wasnt gonna get to make out with shelley

how do werecreatures get piercings? or were her ears pierced first before the change?

why does anyone let liam make any decisions, ever?

i do not get why everyone finds naziwolf so hot

seriously i have a little tree-bush exactly like this right outside my door/garage and that shit is wild and untamed in just a month of no trimming in 30 years it would not have that nice slender shape anymore

also trees being choked to death by kudzu or whatever all these vines are dont look that healthy

is there even kudzu in california??? ive never seen so many vines in all my 10 years of living here.

the first house scott goes in theres like no tv in the living room but there is one chair (with no dining table) all alone in the dining room area, which just looks sad.

oh sorry two chairs set up in what was clearly the worlds most melancholy staring contest.

my dentist used to have that exact sailboat wallpaper trim around the top of his exam rooms.

scotts bullying a door.

have melissa and chris argent actually told the pack about the head-biting yet bc i feel like they should know

i think more people have asked scott if he’s okay in this episode than in the last three seasons, which is sad bc it’s basically just lydia and malia that do it.

that one house has some brutal earthquake damage in its exterior wall.

poseys microexpressions are so woefully underrated, he really is brilliant.

i have more grey hair than jr bourne and that makes me really angry

i like that they’re doing alchemy with druidic compounds/hedgemagic/whatever you want to call it more than i could possibly express.

why is there a porch loveseat on the step up to this one house but that FLAG IS ENTIRELY INTACT?

how convenient that all three of them were looking at that window when lenore decided to fuck with the drapery.

that said scott’s resultant HOLY SHIT?!?? face is amazing

how has lenore been surviving in this town, does she not need water, electric, heat, groceries? where did the lemons for the lemonade come from?

all this wood paneling is the most 70s thing i have ever seen in my life

i appreciate the little cast iron redwood decoration with the ‘m’ on the bottom of it.

everything!! in!! this!! house!! is!! brown!!

that piano as a busted af bass key there.

i feel like i’ve seen that other metal flower/leaf decor before. the new version of the stilinski house, maybe?

lenore has an intimidatingly large smile and i feel like that as an intentional casting choice

how come malia and scott couldnt hear her heartbeat after scott explicitly called out that there were no heartbeats? or for that matter not hear that caleb also didn’t have one? (presumably.)

im not 100% sure but i think malia is holding scott’s hand when they enter the dining room area of lenore’s house, which is adorable so i accept no other reality now.

i honestly feel really bad for lenore.

i would say the fisheye lens is s6′s slo mo but the slo mo didnt go anywhere

i dont know if its supposed to be fancy or artisinal or whatever you called that in the 80s but dont put green shit in your lemonade, green shit does not belong in your lemonade. lemons. sugar. water. it isn’t hard.

malia like chugs a good half of her glass at once, but when she sets it back down it is more full than any of the other glasses. i prefer to think she just faked drinking it to try and gain lenore’s trust than it’s a continuity error from the props department.

when lenore starts using her banshee powers to shake the house, it also magically converts the lemonade into water.

lenore has a pair of decorative ducks on her wall but they appear to be two male mallard ducks, so. gay duck decor.

so when does lydia get to have telekinesis?

i dont think im a very big fan of how angela harvey handles scott.

malia did NOT make a fist like she was really committing to trying to punch out that window.

seriously scotts the alpha he doesnt need lydia to give him permission to do things scott thinks need to be done

that being said scott going into the basement with a creepy kid when youre obviously in some kind of horror movie trope was stupid

the cameras they used for the senior pack team were super blurry anytime anyone moved even the littlest bit, its so annoying.

scott barely being tall enough to reach this tiny-ass basement window is endearing to me

there is no way a vhs tape that wet would run. i remember vhs tapes. they were not sturdy.

i feel like we used to have the same VCR in my parents’ room tho

also what the hell camcorder did they record this on that put it straight on VCR, camcorders in the 80s had weird little small VCR tapes you had to put in a converter. that was just a standard VCR tape.

also why are there jumpcuts in the home video? did somebody cut the original footage and THEN put it on a standard VCR tape? how much fucking work was THAT??

caleb goes from 0 to 100 on the creepy poltergeist scale real quick

well okay maybe from like 40 to 100

banshee duel yessssss

literally why would noshiko do this after she saw what happened with the nogitsune

not that i necessarily think theo is as dangerous as the nogitsune but he is well bad enough

look at this worthless white boy doing this shit against all the advice of the woc around him

why does the sword do this, i thought the power was in kira and not the sword

if the power is in the sword why couldnt noshiko fix her own damn blade

look at this other worthless white boy even more worthless than the first

that looks like melissa is putting like grout on chris’ injury that does not look comfortable

oh look hes screaming imma guess it was not in fact comfortable

gratuitous jr bourne fanservice

awwww theyre holding haaaaands again

how did this kid get on the stairs the last time we saw him he was by the tv, why did scott and malia let him herd him like this

i appreciate malia’s willingness to beat up a kid poltergeist immensely

of the pictures on caleb’s walls, many are pictures of insects. one is a blue crab. one says ‘guten’ on it, which somehow entertains me a lot.

this is the second time this episode has tried to make me scared of carousel horses

the vhs footage loops while no one is attending to it which is not how vhs tapes work

malia is such a treasure

that being said having nearly drowned twice in my childhood this whole drowning-on-dry-land conceit is not super great for me

screencapping this is so gross

i love lydia’s fierce banshee scream face

so the blood was on the carousel before the wild hunt attack, as we see in lydia’s vision. SO WHY IS IT THERE??

THERE ARE KIDS RIDING ON THIS CAROUSEL WHILE SOME OF THE HORSES ARE BLOODY

poor skateboard bro couldnt even take his skateboard like rude wild hunt

i feel like there’s a lot more ghost riders here than there are in beacon hills. maybe the ghost riders just come for particular towns and the ones in bh are actually like... cora isaac and danny.

its amazing how much younger a good foundation can maybe somebody look

did liam SERIOUSLY just tell theo he can kill whoever he wants? did i hear that right? bc that is a TERRIBLE thing to tell theo, who has ALREADY KILLED A LOT OF PEOPLE, even if what you meant was ‘dont kill us you need us’.

i cant believe we got this cheap knockoff as an excuse to not have kira and then they didnt even let him have the powers he needed to do the job

otoh watching his ass get blasted back into the tunnels was satisfying

literally nobody cares if youre okay theo you murderous fuck

i wonder how many times scott had someone steadying him telling HIM he has to breathe like hes doing for malia right here

i should really keep a tally of how many times scott does stiles’ lizard tongue thing while stiles is gone

this is gross of me to think while the character is basically drowning but hey now i know what scott looks like with his bottom lip all wet and covered in somewhat translucent stretchy goo--jizz. okay. it looks like jizz.

scott mccall nearly drowns on dry land after a lifetime of severe asthma and the first thing he does after is ask if malia is ok

luckily THIS time she asks if HES okay to but jeez

he looks so shocked and confused to be asked extra jeez

more scolia handholding, this time while fleeing danger

i was literally three in 1987 and i still have more grey hair than lenore who was demonstrably an adult in 1987 I AM VERY ANGRY

that being said i realized why caleb here’s clothing was bothering me so much. nobody had shorts that long in the 80s. everybody wore short as hell shorts in the 80s. it was thighs everywhere.

these stupid motherfuckers taking theo to scott’s HOME and putting him in scott’s SAFE SPACE without even WARNING HIM oh my GOD

those better not also be scott’s CLOTHES

ok but WHY are the wild hunt trapped? did they BRING the northern lights or is the northern lights related to what’s trapping them?

excuse me but WHEN did lydia see anything related to what happens to people after the wild hunt takes them and why didnt we get to see it too?

seriously its like if scott is thinking of stiles then lizard blep

im so mad at liam for bringing theo back and putting him in scotts house i cant even see straight

and i just know that this anger that scott is being allowed will be it

and in a week or two itll be working with theo like nothing ever happened

im honestly shocked he even got this much

he even got undercut there by malias (also justified) rage

cool that the morrigan got a namedrop but i dont trust them with that story eitherrrrr

man let me tell you if this was martin and not scott and somehow he had been murdered and resurrected and was then confronted with his murderer in his pack house that murderer would not fucking leave alive

im still kind of mad that this season brought claudia back to life just to make her so sketch and make me kind of hate her, i didnt want to hate her

oh okay its a different weird leaf decor piece than the other one

oh yeah noah OKAY NOW youre starting to believe BUDDY you have faith issues

#long post for ts #like this is so long #so so so long #just my train of thought tho #no episode of teen wolf is without sin #read at your own risk #this is unfiltered #and idk what tags its gonna end up in #but my biased opinions are Obvious.

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itsworn · 5 years

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Take 5 With Brock Yates Jr., The One Lap of America, Driving Dynamics Driving Instructor, Cannonball

With a resume that includes Cannonball, One Lap of America, Driving Instructor, and as the son of one of the greatest automotive journalists of the last 40 years, Brock Yates, Jr. has experienced and forgotten more about cars than most of us will ever know. From his time charging across the country in a Chevy van at age fourteen, to organizing one of the best automotive events currently in existence, Brock Yates Jr. sets aside time to talk cars, Cannonball and what goes into making great drivers.

HRM: Describe the first time an automobile made an impression you?

BY: From the very beginning I was surrounded by cars. I still remember standing next to my father’s Taraschi, a 900cc open-wheel car that is still raced in Formula Juniors. It’s a fabulous looking egg-shaped car that Brock was racing at the time and the one he said was responsible for his hearing loss due to the trumpet exhaust that was next to his right ear.

We had cars all over the place. Bruce McCall, formerly of Playboy, Advertising, Car & Driver and a bunch of other stuff, once came over and said, “Look! It’s Brock and Sal’s (Brock’s Mother) museum of auto memories.” There was a ’64 tri-power GTO, not to mention the stuff that was scattered around the yard, anything from a Challenger, Ferrari, Morris Minor, a 1927 Plymouth, and a ’33 Bentley, and the manufacturers wouldn’t take back. We just kept floating cars in and out.

No singular car ever really made an impression on me so much as they were just always there. It was the golden age. This was when cars were cars. Every one of them was different. Every one of them was art – well… not every one, some were pieces of sh*t, but that was back in the day when new cars would come out and people actually cared. That’s not the case any more. Now it’s more utilitarian, more function. They’re more washing machine now then they are cars.

HRM: I can only assume Brock taught you to drive – what was that like?

BY: It was more like I watched Brock. When I was a kid, I used to stand on the back of the transmission tunnel, and I’d watch in amazement at my fathers heel-and-toe. That really impressed me. It made sense to me, and I figured I could do it, and I spent hours practicing on a Morris Minor that didn’t run my entire life. My father did take me out in a field in a Meyers Manx dune buggy once that later burned up at Sam Posey’s house, but when it came time to drive, it wasn’t a great mystery.

When driving, he’d talk to me about what to do and what not to do, which is what I’m currently doing with my daughter. I’m building up her knowledge base, just like my Dad did for me.

HRM: What do you do for a living?

BY: I teach for a corporate driving school – DrivingDynamics.com – and according to some of our clients, they’ve seen a 93% reduction in avoidable accidents. I’ve been doing that for about eighteen years now. I also organize, run, and oversee The One Lap Of America.

HRM: Your father, Brock Yates, Sr., created the Cannonball. What was that like to experience as a young adult?

BY: He traveled a lot, so anytime I got to spend time with my father- it was a good thing. One year he asked me if I wanted to go, to which I said, “Sure, why not!” And that was as a fourteen year old prepubescent kid who didn’t like anybody. It was a great lark, and I had no idea what we were doing. All I knew is that we were driving across country in a Dodge van with three of my favorite people. There was Jimmy Williams, who went on to be the Art Director of Car & Driver, Steve Smith, who was a crazy man and the ex-editor of Car & Driver– very droll, very bright, and a really interesting guy- and of course, Brock.

We set off, left New York City, and I remember looking over the seat because I wasn’t allowed in the front. I was either in the far back or on the bench seat, and I recall watching the telephone poles go by. We just went, and went, and went. Now when I drive across the country, I notice things that I saw nearly fifty years ago, and I’m amazed at how much things have changed.

Driving across the desert was panicky back then, as there was nothing out there. You’d see little lights off on the horizon, and you would hope it was gas or people, and that you’d simply make it that far. There were no all-night gas stations, and it was a crapshoot to find open fuel. Hell, Albuquerque at that time couldn’t have been more than a thousand people. Now it’s a sea of people, but my memory of it is that you’d crest a hill and see this tiny dot of light in the valley, and that was it. There was nothing out there, and I was amazed that people would actually live there.

The country now is much, much smaller. Every intersection and interchange looks exactly the same. There’s a McDonalds, a Shell, a Conoco, a Hampton Inn, and you can’t tell where in the country you are when you get off. I remember stopping for gas somewhere on Route 40 in the desert, and there was a lady with rattlesnakes on display who also sold handmade beef jerky. It was more a country store than a gas station, but there it was, right on the side of the road. Nowadays if you don’t have a convenience store attached to it, how do you make money?

The Cannonball changed when Brock was down in Florida for Amelia Island one year as there was a guy who came up to him and said, “I want you to come see my car.” It was a Lamborghini with built-in Escort radar detectors and other equipment. And Brock, who was a very bright guy and who was able to see into the future, basically thought, “This is getting out of hand. People are going stupid fast, and every lesson that was ever achieved in the Cannonball was in jeopardy: that good drivers could traverse the country at high speeds safely. It became this American myth, and it was a great event that really captured the imagination of so many people.

Once he saw that, though (the decked out Lamborghini), he basically put a bullet in the Cannonball because he knew that some a****le was going to take out a busload of nuns. It was just a matter of time. If that happened, instead of being just outlaws, they would have become dangerous, speed freak, killer outlaws, and all of the goodwill and that American myth around the event would disappear.

HRM: The Cannonball led to the creation of The One Lap of America. How and why did that come about?

BY: Before Brock ended the Cannonball, I remember on our dining room table was a map of the United States. Around the perimeter, he had marked all the roads with the title being “The Ten Grand Lap of America.” and I think the original point was to have a Cannonball to the four points of country. After he killed Cannonball in 1979, he resurrected that concept for a rally thinking it would be a bit more socially acceptable. In retrospect it turned out to be a thinly disguised four-leg Cannonball. And truth be told, we had way too much fun on this. Over time, however, the distances became shorter, and he started to incorporate events that the SCCA would allow us to run and which the entrants seemed to enjoy.

HRM: What was The One Lap Of America like in the early days compared to now?

BY: In the early days, One Lap was much more of a party with the mileage being unheard of by todays standards – we’re talking 8,800 miles in 8-days with one stop. It was basically non-stop driving, but the long runs stopped in 1990.

In 1989 Brock conspired with Anatoly “Toly” Arutunoff who built Hallet Raceway in Oklahoma – he was a great personality in gentlemen racing. At that point, the SCCA was sanctioning events and we were only running slaloms down the front straight or regularity runs at a 45-mph max speed. You’d go out and run a lap, and then an hour later you’d go back out and run the same lap, with the difference in your time being your penalty. We did auto-x and hill climbs such as Pikes Peak and Chimney Rock, but it was basically low-key, low-speed stuff.

1989 saw Brock and Toly calling the SCCA and telling them that we were going to run slalom around Hallet Raceway, which was a new track at the time. Now, there should have been cones every 75 feet or so around the 1.4-mile track, but when we got there it turned out to be an SCCA time trial. We would leave start/finish, drive a lap, and then get off, but the lap was timed- run as fast as you could go. Since nobody died (laughs), they decided to incorporate tracks into the event.

In 1990, we did IRP (Indianapolis Raceway Park), Pocono, and others, then with 1991 seeing Charlotte, Watkins Glenn, and Pocono again. At Pocono that day, there was mild dew on the track, and because of it, the SCCA cancelled the event. We were pissed. To this day I have no idea what Brock said to them, but all I know is that now, the SVRA (Sports Car Vintage Racing Association) became the sanctioning body.

We went from running a single lap, to multiples, and then started spending more time at racetracks, which resulted in less time driving. When I took over the event in 2009, in the depths of the recession, Matt Edmonds at Tire Rack (event sponsor) and I decided that due to financial concerns, gas prices, and vehicle reliability, that a maximum of 3,500 miles should be the cap.

HRM: Do you think first timers are ever prepared for the rigors of the event, and what advice would you give them?

BY: It’s a daunting event from the outside, but once you’ve done it a few times, it’s really not so bad. First timers generally look in their garage, panic, and put every tool and spare part in a box, and then stuff it in the ass end of their car. The first thing I tell them is to figure out what your consumables are and bring those along with the tools you know how to use. If you can’t change a caliper, don’t bring one. You’re not going to do a valve job on the side of the road. Have we had that happen? Yes, but keep in mind the amount of times you have to pack and unpack your cars everyday and try to make that experience as easy as possible.

Also, when you’re driving, trust is a commodity you can’t get back. Remember, everyone in the car wants to drive, that’s why they’re there. Most people think they’re rock stars and try to drive three, four or five gas stops. But after your second one, you’re exhausted and your passengers are getting nervous that you’re going to crash. So basically, don’t be an ass. Get into a nice rhythm, and it becomes and incredibly easy event. You can bring a fast vehicle, but One Lap generally surprises people at just how good the competition is. It’s better to come with a competitive, durable, and more importantly, a fun car, to figure out what the event is before you try and win anything. Our regulars- their cars are good, they’re prepared, and they know the racetracks.

HRM: Your life has revolved around automobiles? Have you ever wanted to do anything else, or do you think you were genetically predisposed to love cars?

BY: I was in the food and beverage industry for twenty-five years running bars and restaurants. In fact, I was the bartender at the Portofino Inn for eight years, before becoming the food and beverage manager. After that, I moved across the harbor to the King Harbor Yacht Club were I stayed for ten years. I lived in Southern California for way too long and had way too much fun.

I had a contact who used to control all the press cars for Southern California, and one year, I drove for him in all manner of Porsche, BMW, and Honda, etc. all around the country. It was a marvelous time, so I never really left cars. Plus, the Portofino was the number one car bar in the country. My customers were Rick Mears, Mario Andretti, all the people from Toyota, Honda, and Volvo. It was just fun. And when the One Lap stopped there, I would’ve either been in the bar or part of the event. It was just an amazing place at an amazing time.

HRM: Has the technology (traction control, torque vectoring, lane keep assist) that’s now put into automobiles helped develop better drivers, or made them worse?

BY: I’m absolutely convinced that we’re creating a generation who can just steer. Most drivers today couldn’t tell which tire was skidding if a gun was to their head. If a little yellow light flashes on the dash, all they know is that something’s going on, but they have no idea what. Fact is, modern cars don’t tell you much, I mean they do, but people have no idea what the dash lights mean anymore and what smells are what. You’re completely insulated as to what’s going on with the car; at least that’s how I feel. The cars now are brilliant, there’s no question about it. Today, people consider “old-school” driving to be using three pedals at the same time, actually steering the car, and knowing what to do if the back end comes around. Driving is still all about throttle control, knowing where to look, and things like braking zones.

HRM: You’ve been a driving instructor for a long time. How are new drivers different from those from say, 30 years ago?

BY: Thirty years ago kids wanted to drive. They looked forward to it and you would watch your parents, what they did behind the wheel, and there was a pride in driving. There are just so many cars on the road nowadays that there’s no opportunity to really play with them, and to many, driving has become a chore. With that comes a loss of skill and pride. When I teach, I talk about things that could happen beforehand. We talk about real life scenarios and create responses so that folks are prepared if something should occur. This way, you’ll have something to do as opposed to just closing your eyes and screaming.

Who’s teaching these kids now? Too me, it seems like people who hate driving. I talk to parents, and tell them that they’re terrified if they turn the car and it hits 0.3g’s which is 1/3 the capability of the car. If you think that’s the limit, then that limits your opportunity to avoid stuff because you just won’t turn the steering wheel. Kids need to be allowed to explore the limits of the car so they know how to steer, where to point their eyes, and how to use the throttle and brakes. Therefore, if someone who is terrified teaches a new driver, the only thing they’re going to end up with is a driver who is not only terrified, but also useless behind the wheel.

The other issue, is how do you teach around electronic nannies? How can you learn when the car is doing everything for you? If there’s a catastrophic failure with something, you still need to know what to do. I’m thoroughly convinced that everyone should go out, get a Miata, put a bullet in the ABS system, and learn how to drive a car properly.

HRM: What do you think about the current crop of performance cars, and do you think the majority of folks who purchase them will ever be able to use them to their full potential?

BY: The fact is, dead is dead. Folks who purchase todays performance cars will never, ever be able to use them to their full potential. To be fair though, the numbers aren’t any worse today then they were for the folks who bought Turbo Carreras in the late ‘70s and ‘80s.

I recently taught a school where folks brought out their Chargers and Challengers, and it happened to be raining. When we were out driving, I kept telling people to go a little faster and folks kept saying, “No I can’t!” To which I replied, “Oh yes you can.” After a while, people wanted to quit and go home until I made them ride with me first. They bitched and moaned and said they’d be terrified until I explained to them that driving in the rain is the same as driving in the dry with the only difference being a little less friction. In the rain, the car talks to you, but most people are just too afraid to step out of their comfort zone to realize that. Now granted, there will always be that adult twelve-year-old, who gets into their car and drives it off a cliff, but those guys have been doing that for a thousand years (laughs), and it’ll never stop.

HRM: Having been exposed to just about everything automotive, what’s the best-kept secret in the automotive world?

BY: I have a 2002 Mini Cooper S because it’s fun everyday. Am I frustrated that I can’t drive 100-mph on a daily basis? No, because I’m having fun in this little thing, and most people never get that opportunity. I do a charity drag race every year for the Ronald McDonald House, and somehow I’ve convinced them I’m still an amateur. Not that I’m a pro or anything, but I’ve done it more than most. I’ve shown up in my father’s old dually, I’ve run my Mini, my Subaru, and my wife has even showed up with the Big Horn truck that we have. The reason for this is to show people that, regardless of what you have, driving is fun. It’s you, the light, the people, camaraderie, and the experience. I don’t know how fast I went, and I don’t care. I just remember the fun I had with the cars.

HRM: We live in a world that’s much smaller now thanks to social media. Do you fear that the joy of driving is going to get lost on those who are so entrenched in it?

BY: Do I fear that people are going to lose their enjoyment of driving? I feel they already have. Twenty percent of the country already wants self-driving cars. I had a student the other day who, when I asked, her to rank her driving skill on a scale of 1 to 10, she said, “I’m a ten!” I said, “Ma’am, I grew up around cars, and I know a lot about driving. I’m a six. I know what the good drivers can do, and it’s way beyond what I can do.” I wasn’t trying to be rude, but everyone has these inflated egos and thinks that they’re above average, when in reality, most people suck and would rather stare at their phones.

In the whole scheme of things, it would be a helluva lot cheaper to just teach people how to properly drive then to laden up a car with 4,000-pounds of sensors. Want proof? Take away the drivers side airbag and replace it with a sharpened spike. People would change their driving habits overnight. I remember one time during a class; I threw a cone in front of a girl who was driving. She thru up her arms, covered her eyes, and screamed.

This is what we’re dealing with. We’re doomed.

HRM: What is it about driving that you love?

BY: At the heart of it is the personal freedom. Go where you want, when you want, and wait for no one. It’s controlling my own destiny, and it’s still fun. I’m still going around corners faster than I’m supposed to. I’m still downshifting at every corner, and I’m still practicing my eyes and shifting without a clutch just in case I have to. I’m always playing with the car to make sure I’m getting it right. Every corner to me is still exciting and different. Driving is a full-time job and I enjoy doing it everyday.

I’m just a 12-year old with a car, it’s just when I look in the mirror I’m an old 12-year old.

HRM: You’ve crossed this country dozens of times. What’s your best get-out-of-jail story?

BY: In 1988, I was delivering press cars around the country, and the Porsche 944 Turbo was my favorite car on the entire planet. I was delivering it from L.A. to Phoenix, and at the time, I had a little kit that I’d carry with me. I had a CB, radar detector, extra batteries and a prototype cell phone. Out on the other side of Desert Center, coming into Blythe, there was nobody out there- not one freaking car in a thousand miles. So I ran the car up to a buck and a quarter, hardly stretching the car, and not endangering a soul. All of a sudden CHP goes by me the other way. On his CB he says, “You got by me this time, a**hole.” That’s a direct quote, by the way.

I slowed down to a more prudent speed, but within a matter of minutes, I had a shadow over the hood of the car from the wingtip of a CHP spotter plane. I had a car in the rearview mirror, a car on the frontage road, a car on the overpass, and the most wonderful escort all the way to the Arizona State line because I had a manufacturers plate on the car. If not I would’ve probably been in jail.

HRM: What advice would you give to those looking for a career in the automotive industry?

BY: In this era of 24/24/24 – twenty-four hours a day, twenty-four thousand dollars a year and twenty-four years old – boy, you’ve got to earn it. First, really know how to drive and actually talk about cars from an educated perspective. You need to have a history of automobiles and educate yourself on every aspect of them. Learn about what cars were important in a time period and why. There’s so much history that goes into what cars were, rather than what cars are. There are so many “journalists” who do an incredible disservice to the industry because they’re more concerned about controversy, click bait and being a**holes instead of actually creating something that people want to read or see. And my God, please learn how to write. Create an excitement about what you’re writing about, and put passion into it, because honestly, you’re selling yourself.

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It’s hard to believe that there was once no space for the very thing that makes me full. It didn’t exist between Greek Goddesses, they only had vices. The 11th century exemplars were David and Jonathan, and Shakespeare had the audacity to show females as friends- but only as a social critique on Elizabethan England, as Chute observed about the 16th century in a letter:

“To Europeans, England was known as a "paradise for women"; foreigners were startled by the freedom they took as their right. It is particularly curious that women went into taverns… accompanied by other women (40).”

Slowly, things have changed - Emily Rapp said:

“Friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories, but they are often discussed as if they are ancillary, ‘bonus’ relationships to the truly important ones.”

They are still, too often, discussed like so- as if friendship only prepares you for the relationship that matters. But not always. Not here.

As my eyelashes untangle, the sunlight makes the curtains glow and I see a hazy merlot hue smeared just beyond. A warm body curls up onto mine. We’ve never had the same blood nor church bells chiming nor an official DTR. We are somewhere between family, for better and for worse, and just sit still and hold my hand.

“Today,” a sleepy breath comes out of her mouth.

“What are we going to do today?” I squeal. The warm body pops up, her long blonde curls messy behind her shoulders.

“I’m not sure,” she replied, and plopped back down on her pillow. We lay there for a few minutes, studying each other’s heartbeats.

Her alarm beeps, the least preferred sound on the most perfect day. I grip her biceps tightly and create ripples in the mattress. “You’re getting married!”

Facebook reports that we have 298 friends in common. We were in the same room at least one hundred times during our first three years at Carolina, yet, to my regret, we never collided. It wasn’t until we were in the same wedding and were the only ones with the same priorities, that is, Carolina basketball, that we became friends. We were seniors and since our stars crossed, you’ve been a giver. A giver of everything- revealing yourself, your thoughts, and your life. Sharing your family, your path at Ayr Mount, and your embarrassing dance moves. And I am committed to rejecting the fringe and fraught that comes from dead thoughts of “she loves me, she loves me not”. I fight with evidences of grace because ever since then, our friendship, desires, prayers, and memories listlessly collide. And through the test of time, some friends will fade, and I’ll be left with the positive influencers. And I know you will always be one of them, until death do us part.

Sometimes you need a friend that digs their knees into the warn-down carpet next to yours and cries out. One who is like a Carolinian summer and lingers a little longer because she never wants to leave. Or one that trades in sleep for a 12 hour drive through the night to celebrate life in both the Bull City and the City of Brotherly Love. One who yells “LaLa Land” and “Stone Cold” at the top of her lungs in her favorite cowboy boots that make the black pavement shine. One who lets you sleep in her bed because it’s the closest thing to a cloud and because you need a place to let your fears drip down your face. One who hums “Magnolia” as she walks around doll house mansions and questions how we will ever fully enjoy. Or one who plots making our duo a trio with our favorite author. One who makes glitter styrofoam pumpkins so iconic they could be featured in Cosmopolitan. One who reveres red wine as a deal breaker and sits with you under sycamores. One who laughs so hard she gasps to fill her lungs and drools at the mouth. One who gets stuck with you in invisible inner tubes and floats in joy. One who lets you be a little kid- who giggles and frowns and doubts everything and skips away, content. One who wanders for miles through the green world and carries you home on your heavy days. One who stays firm as a brick wall but loves you back like a flat coat retriever. One who wouldn’t care if anything was missing as long as she had her groom and she got to be his bride.

This friendship is a harmonized hymn. In it I get all in one, a posey, and it has become my image of freedom. Together, we produce something that glorifies God and displays his image here. Where there was nothingness there is now good, life and newness.

And it’s not unique to me, your contagious joy and freedom. You live and it bursts from you like a diadem and people can’t hide from its impact. And in three years its strength has built up, like molten lava that effervesces up from the core, through the mantle, out of the Earth’s crust, and into the atmosphere. And your layers have flexed and healed and shot out a fruit of pure freedom.

Yet, as quick as the caramel leaves that come out after one crisp Autumn night, your freedom shifted. Suddenly, it was not just freedom, but a fearlessness.

In Gattaca, Vincent is a meek, mocked, weak child compared to his genetically perfect brother Anton. Vincent becomes an outcast in his family and society and has never had the ability to win anything. To settle a dispute, the brothers swim out from the shore at midnight - the first one to head back to safety loses.

Anton: “Vincent! Vincent! Where’s the shore? We’re too far out.”

Vincent: “You want to quit?”

Anton: “We’re too far out!”

Vincent: “You want to quit?”

Anton: No!”

After pushing their bodies forward a few more yards towards an unseeable destination, Anton yells: “Vincent! How are you doing this? Vincent, how have you done any of this? We have to go back.”

Vincent: “You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it: I never saved anything for the swim back.

This is what your fearlessness looks like - You don’t save anything for the swim back. You’ve felt the barriers before, just like Vincent- the Should I really do this?; What is he thinking?; and but this is too risky. There are fears of making the wrong decision, fears of getting into the depths of who you are, fears of laying down who you are, fears of being misjudged or misspeaking. Still; your fearlessness has been growing strong and now blossoms through your honesty and your sorries and your kindness.

You take risks- speaking into things you’ve never experienced because you’re sure of truth and pursue it without flickering your eyes around a room in fear of judgment. And our conversations have turned away from my beloved pro-con charts that I so truly trust to lead me to security and instead have turned towards a serious trust in truth that you have everything in Christ. And you count all else as a loss in comparison to the surpassing worth of knowing him. And you are so sure of your security in Christ that it enables you to live as this free, and fearless light.

This new depth to freedom - your fearlessness - shot up like a fresh chute of bamboo about two years ago. And two years ago, Matt started revealing himself. Matt in Paige and Paige in Matt has brought out a new layer on them, together. Together, you produce something that glorifies God and displays his image here. Where there was nothingness, there is now good, life, and newness.

Matt was my friend’s room leader with a goofy smile who wore jumpsuits and swung from mini vans. He was a boy who dared to go, and a man who is okay to say he doesn’t know. He’s a real friend to 28,928 and carries a treasure in his book bag. He sits across from me at Chuy’s and digs through nachos while digging into the purpose behind all of my yesses. He swooned over my curly haired soul mate and he promised to be hers.

And just like Vincent, I’m sure you will have moments of seeing the waters rising- seeing you are just humans, seeing you are physically two, seeing you are highways and oceans away from porcelain pieces of your heart that you want to gather in a woven basket. And you may even see this good, life, and newness veer backwards towards chaos. But still, don’t save anything for the swim back. You can swim impossibly far, and yet you will only make it from His pinky to His thumb. And when you think you are tired or sinking, you are only laying down to rest in the lines of His palm. And when you think you are in the chaos and darkness, He carries you in His hand.

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