You: Snape Had The Most Tragic Death

Neil deGrasse Tyson Discussing the Need for More Diverse Professions in Government.

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Set It Up (2018)

Fest: RS Games 2015: Team Star 

Author: imochan (on ao3) Rating: R/NC-17 Word Count: 18,243 Era: Post-Hogwarts

Summary: A welcome overstayed, a funeral at the farmhouse, a diary, a welcome overstayed (again), and a long walk over the hills. 

Comments: Based on the summary, I expected this to be a very angsty story. But my goodness, was it beautiful, and though a little sadness runs through it, ends up mostly happy. I’m kind of in awe at how the author set this tone for the entire piece; it was as if I was experiencing the same stomach-fluttering and heart-clenching feelings as Sirius as I read it. I also thought the bits of Remus’ mother’s diary were perfect, gorgeous bits of writing (see below). I can’t even properly express how much I loved this fic. Another one of my absolute favorite pieces, from the Games and in general, I think.

Favorite Lines: 

He is in love. It hurts him.

I wonder if he had ever fathomed this. If he ever watched his friends tumble into the orbits of one another, watched them dissolve into that helpless wonder at the size of their own hearts, and if he had thought: no, not that for me. Unnecessary, maybe, or even more so: impossible. Because of what we had told him.

I think he must be hurting, though. He is different, and he is in love. And perhaps he has been startled by the force of it.

Set It Up (2018) dir. Claire Scanlon

grey- earbuds in, doesn’t talk, disappearing randomly, always busy, tired face, hard outside soft inside.

yellow- bright eyes, cheerful grin, quick winks, tattered converse, warm heart, city parks, close friends.

blue- denim jackets, patterned socks, messy hair, knowing looks, full coffee mug, roaming the sidewalks.

red- angry glare, strong feelings, ripped jeans, combat boots, leather jackets, bruised knuckles, record stores.

brown- deep eyes, full of stories, old soul, sipping tea, soft skin, vintage clothes, thrift shops, flannel shirts.

green- smoothies, splattered jeans, paintbrush in hand, art museums, road trips, pressed flowers.

Me: *former bookworm who hasn’t read more than one or two actual books in over a year*

Friend: Whatcha doin’?

Me: *unable to tear attention from particularly angsty fanfic* Nothing, just reading

Friend: Oh my god, how do you read all the time??! Is there anything you haven’t read?? I just can’t read! How many books did you read in the holidays??

Me: 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

Friend: Ten?? Twenty?!

Me: *after going home*

Agent Clint Barton "You wanna make amends? Then you get off your ass." *I tried.

1x20 // 13x09

A concept

Brian wanting to paint something awesome for noah and asking jude for help because let’s be honest the boy can’t even draw a straight line. And Jude gets so excited !!!! She gathers pamphlets and art books and tries to teach him a billion techniques he can’t even begin to comprehend and he’s just! so! lost! He spends a week working on 5 different sketches and “ohmygod jude they’re terrible, i’m terrible, i don’t know how you two do it, i should have sticked to sports. Do you think he’d like a signed ball??? Or maybe a telescope??” Oscar just laughs because god damn of course picasso would fall in love with a guy who can’t tell the difference between the color yellow and the color mustard. In the end, he ends up giving Noah a simple pencil drawing of him and noah star gazing with smudges all over bc he’s left handed and the struggle is real. he writes a tiny ‘i love you’ in the corner of the paper with a smiley face bc he’s a fucking dork like that and he’s so embarrased when he gives it to Noah like srsly he can’t even look at him. But even though it’s kinda terrible and it looks like it was done by a 9-year-old in sweetwine standards, Noah absolutely loves it. And late at night he stares at it and tries to hold back tears because jesus he has spent so much of his time drawing and painting the world and the people around him and no one besides his sister had ever taken the time to draw something JUST FOR HIM. and of course he spends the rest of the week grinning ,feeling like he’s walking on clouds and god he’s honestly considering having it framed????? and he’s so so glad he isn’t a horse because he loves that rock-collecting baseball-playing boy so damn much and he doesn’t know where he would be without him.

I’m pretty sure this was my prof. 😂