Now what? After 3 weeks of protests and educating ourselves and educating others, how do we keep the momentum going for this civil rights movement? How do we make permanent change?
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4. “You’re not exactly known for your great ideas", 43. “Do you believe in fairytales?” & 33. “This definitely has the potential to be catastrophic" please 😘😘😘
this is for u babie. inside jokes ONLY <3
Every great director takes an acting class or two, Annabeth. Maybe performing on stage will help you connect better with your actors.
So that’s a big fucking lie.
If anything, Annabeth has even less patience for actors who struggle with direction. Her instructions are far clearer than this bumbling buffoon and he’s putting together a fairly coherent play. It makes no sense to her, then, that her direction is generally considered harsh and difficult across the school. If the acting students would just do as they’re told, they’d be signing photos of themselves for fans and she’d be on her way to Cannes right now. She’s an artist, god damn it, and she should be allowed some frustration when her idiotic cast insists on moving out of the frame or in front of the strobes despite a thousand blocking rehearsals. Honestly, if she were an actor on her own set, half her problems would be gone by now.
“Can we get Cinderella to centre stage?” The director calls and Annabeth stalks up to the centre, her arms crossed over her chest. “Great. Now, enter Prince Charming.”
Travis Stoll stumbles clumsily onto stage, wearing a goofy grin and a lopsided plastic crown, just as the director calls for the music to start. Travis is careful in the way he holds Annabeth’s waist- his palm rests just a little over her hipbone and his fingers spread out over the small of her back. His other hand holds hers so tenderly she almost can't believe he’s the same guy who, only ten minutes ago, knocked over the set department’s blue paint all across the stage.
“And action!”
Annabeth lets him lead her and marvels, a little, at ust how easily he twirls and dips and lifts her as they glide smoothly across the stage. They hit every spot that’s been blocked and somewhere overhead, she can hear the lighting crew scramble to keep up with them. Their director, some idiot called Matt Sloan, finally calls for them to cut and Travis drops her hands easily, taking a step away from her and breathing a little heavily. Annabeth finds herself doing the same thing- her cheeks feel hot under his gaze.
“Okay, that was great- Annabeth, you’re still a little faster than Travis so it looks like you’re leading him. Slow down. I’m going to have a chat with the sound team and we can take it from the stepsisters’ shoes scene, yeah?” Matt calls and Travis scratches the back of his neck, his cheeks a bright red.
She can’t bring herself to blame him, really; their waltz is the crux of the entire show. They’re expected to be light on their feet and heavy in their emotions and Annabeth appreciates that it is difficult for an actor to slip in and out of character. In this moment, she’s expected to be Annabeth- act, walk and talk like Annabeth Chase would- but her brain is still stuck in Cinderella’s- and she doesn’t mean it to be, but she’s a little bit in love with Travis Stoll right now. (She’ll kill you if you told anyone that.)
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http://m.dailykos.com/story/2015/08/03/1408341/-Psychologist-openly-admits-he-trains-police-officers-to-shoot-first-and-ask-questions-later S-I-G-N-A-L B-O-O-S-T
Percabeth! It’s done, finally! :D I’m honestly really happy with how this turned out! Anyone who has followed me for any length of time knows how much I love these two. It’s been a long journey to improve my art to get to a point where I’m able to paint something like this, but I’m super happy to be able to! This definitely won’t be the last time either. Thank you to everyone who has engaged with my writing or art!
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In the book industry, Amazon is Goliath, the giant who overshadows everyone else. But there’s a new David on the scene, Bookshop.org.
It doesn’t expect to topple the giant, but it has launched a weapon that could make Amazon’s shadow a little smaller, and help local bookstores fight back.
Bookshop.org, a website that went live at the end of January and is still in beta mode, is designed to be an alternative to Amazon, and to generate income for independent bookstores. And, perhaps more importantly, it seeks to give book reviewers, bloggers and publications who rely on affiliate income from “Buy now” links to Amazon a different option.
Profit from books sold through Bookshop will be split three ways, with 10% of the sale price going into a pool that will be divided among participating bookstores, 10% going to the publication that triggered the sale by linking to Bookshop.org, and 10% going to Bookshop.org to support its operations.
hey
hey friend
dont kill yourself tonight ok
you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again
youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep
ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ノ
riptide: chapter one
Annabeth rolls her eyes, as per usual. “Here we go with the Mr. New York vibes. I get it, I’m from Virginia and don’t understand the city or whatever.”
“Get over yourself, Chase. All I’m saying is since that bank robbery last month, things have felt weird. Like something big is coming.”
“Could this big thing happen next Tuesday so I have more time to prepare for this job interview? Cause that would be great.”
“Oh, please! You’re gonna do so good in that interview they’re gonna beg you to start architecting on the spot. Trust me.”
“Can you even spell architecting?” Annabeth asks.
“Can you?”
“Fair enough.”
This is honestly amazing
i was in a thrift shop the other day and they were playing the most unsettling variations of normal christmas music, culminating in this rendition of the 12 days of christmas except it was like 12 guys all singing over each other and going “no!” and interrupting the lyrics with random other phrases until they deadass just started singing 5 golden rings to toto’s africa. can anyone confirm that this is a real song and not that i stroked so hard i astral projected into a universe where everything is somehow worse than it is here
We’re all having “hard conversations” about racism, police brutality, and #BlackLivesMatter I hope.
You’ve probably noticed that detractors often use the same “racist talking points” in response. Here’s a researched and sourced guide to help you answer, for the times you may get stuck.
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Take it from someone who has been around the fandom block:
fanfiction.net is dying.
all the signs are there.
if you have no other record of any fics you have there… you might wanna… like… do something about that.