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scullys

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU —1999, dir. Gil Junger

littlefreya

Henry Cavill for People Entertainment 2024

katjohnadams

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.

then they started fighting Covid precautions.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.

now my parents think climate change is a myth.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.

then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.

now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.

you can guess who they voted for.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.

when did they forget?

katjohnadams

Time to bring this back. Again.

katjohnadams

Apparently this is evergreen. Dammit.

citadelofmythoughts

I remember adults telling me, as a kid that girls can be equal to boys in all fields including athletics. Now, they consider girls to be delicate flowers who could never hope to compete against boys.

strongermonster

perhaps some will disagree, but i think the world got worse when we changed the colour of the night

strongermonster

this is what i mean

degenderates

Via @bulbaderp

itistimetodisappear

To be clear, THIS is how nights of the future should be lit

This is bat friendly street lighting, which not only looks sick as fuck but allows bats to pass through without disturbance, as they cannot see red.

orange and especially white lights deter bats and prevent them from reaching feeding grounds at nighttime. Please if you can, write to your local council and encourage red street lights!!!!

ebookporn

• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.

• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.

• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.

• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”

• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.

• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

• A question mark walks into a bar?

• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."

• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.

• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

• A synonym strolls into a tavern.

• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

• Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.

• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.

• A dyslexic walks into a bra.

• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.

• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony

- Jill Thomas Doyle

neil-gaiman

A zeugma walked into a bar, my life and trouble.

~~ 46 Message To My Girl ~~

Though I'm frightened by the word,

Think it's time I made it heard.

So I'll sing it to the world

This simple message to my girl.

No more empty self possession,

Visions swept under the mat.

It's no New Years resolution,

It's more than that.

~~~~~~~~

The day had come, after years of waiting and wishing, here he stood with his brothers beside him as he waited for Aurora to arrive.

He had woken entwined in her arms, their limbs tangled together. He had forgone tradition and insisted spending the night together. Lucky for him, Aurora wasn’t superstitious. They sat on a hotel balcony in the early morning summer sun, grinning and giggling like idiots as they ate their breakfast.

They were getting married today.

Their solitude and silence interrupted by their friends coming to gather them. Saying their goodbyes, Henry was left with his brothers to get ready, he made sure to keep an eye on the time, making sure they didn’t get too rowdy or off track.

“Would you relax? You’re not the only one who got married” Charlie clapped him on the back and handed him a scotch.

“I wanna be there early”

“Henry, you will be fine, knowing the bridal party, they may be late, there’s a lot they have to do”

Henry was just anxious to see her. She had texted him a few minutes before he left.

Tears or I turn around and try again, Cavill. He let out a small laugh at that.

He shuffled his feet nervously as his brothers chatted calmly by his side. The Harbour was absolutely sparkling, the Opera House sitting on the sapphire ocean, boats cruising by and a small breeze kept Henry cool against the late afternoon sun, the overhanging tree providing him shade as he waited for Aurora.

He could see swathes of people passing, trying to get a glimpse of who was getting married. He was forever grateful of the security that kept them at bay, looking up at the sky, he checked again for any helicopters that might fly over the Botanical Gardens, relived to see that the wedding planners had done their best to keep this under wraps.

“Ok fella’s, it go time, they’ll be here in 5!” Charlie said as they organised themselves on Bennelong Lawn.

Henry had gone all out, red roses dotted the aisle and ending on the podium they would be married on, the roses only ever reaching knee height so that it didn’t detract from the two dramatic icons in the background. Aurora made sure the boys who were not accustomed to the Sydney heat could stand under the over hanging trees, behind them, sat the Harbour bridge with the Opera House to the right. It was truly stunning, simple and elegant and dramatic in all the right places.

~~~~~~~~

He saw the dress before he saw her.

It was a red ball gown, the strapless bodice dotted with crystals that glinted in the afternoon, dancing a kaleidoscope of colours, they travelled down the bodice and halfway down the full skirt before disappearing into an ombrè effect against the red satin. The a small train followed behind her as she walked arm in arm with Raphi towards him, red roses held in her hand that fell like a delicate waterfall, Her hair was pulled up and her makeup was simple but dramatic, winged eyeliner and red lips to close out her look.

Tears lined his eyes as she smiled at him and stood before before him. He reached out his hands to hers, desperate to connect to his lifeline to quell the sudden nerves.

“Hi” He whispered.

“Hi” she whispered back.

They stood grinning like idiots at each other, the words of the celebrant barely hitting their ears, only registering when it came time to recite their vows.

In all his waking moments, he could barely remember a life before her. When she first slapped her number in front of him with an accompanying shot, he thought her bold and he quite enjoyed the first meeting. He had no idea how his life would change, how much it needed to change. He remembered those nights where she wasn’t with him and he felt like it was an outer body experience. Everything had been dark black before she arrived and he didn’t even realise it.

There were nights he swore he flew, even just being next to her he would find himself wrapped in her when he woke. Even sleeping he would still seek her out. She was every thought and feeling of his day, his little cocoon that blocked out the world even when he was in front of millions of people and she was on the other side of the world.

Henry never had to save her, she was the one to do that for him, his equal, but also his superior in many ways. The calm she now brought to his days, and her quiet strength that was enough to quell any raging storm he found himself trapped in. She stood at the fore front of his every thought and decision. His reason for being and breathing. Men have always adored the aloofness of women they want in their lives, and they know, deep down that it’s the women that choose them. Henry could never understand how he had gone through so much of his life without her in it.

Now that he stood before her, a muddle of nervous words reciting his vows, he knew he would never willingly let her go.

Henry watched the glimmer of her pink diamonds as he slid her wedding band on her finger, he watched as the glittering band circled his finger, the weight of it new and alien to him. He stared at it, all of his dreams had come true on this hot December day in Sydney.

He looked up at her, tears escaping his eyes.

There were so many moments he had thought of this and what it would be like, but to out it into words, they failed him. He remembers and hopes for the quiet moments when they were in bed, talking shit and giggling to themselves, the world falling away as the sunlight peaks through the curtains. The days were one touch said more than any vocabulary ever could. Every time he gave into the temptation of her. The utter bliss that drugged his mind when he was with her, even in the moments when they would fight about stupid shit.

“You may now kiss the bride!”

Henry didn’t need to be told twice as he scooped Aurora into his arms and kissed her with all he had, cheers from the crowd being drowned out as he receded into the universe where it was only him and her.

He rested his forehead on hers and opened his eyes to see hers looking back at him, in this moment he was so content, the thousands of words and meanings seen plainly on his face.

All he could do smile.

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omgthatdress

Barbie made her debut in 1959. The way she was sold then is a little different than the way she's sold now. These days, individual Barbies come with their own unique looks & usually some kind of unique function or accessories. You can buy clothes separately, but those looks are still secondary to the expectation of buying a lot of Barbies. Back in the day, you bought the one Barbie and then bought her clothes separately. This is why back then Barbie came with a bunch of friends and always came wearing a swimsuit.

The oft-memed origin story for the classic Barbie is that she was modeled on a German sex doll named Lili, which is only partially true. In the 50s, most dolls available for girls were baby dolls that primed girls for being a wife and mother. Fashion dolls were a thing but they were generally more reserved for adults.

Ruth Handler, who co-founded Mattel with her husband and served as its president from 1945-1973 (#girlboss much?), got the idea of making an adult doll for girls when she'd see her daughters playing with paper dolls. Instead of playing with babies, they chose teen-aged and adult paper dolls and played fantasized versions of adulthood. Then, on a trip to Germany, Ruth saw a Lili doll in a store, and asked her daughters what they'd think of playing with a doll like that. Apparently, they liked the idea.

Lili the doll wasn't an inflatable fuck doll. She was based on a popular comic strip character Lili created by Reinhard Beuthien and published in the Hamburg-based Bild Zeitung. Lili was a buxom gold-digger seducing her way through the wealthy men of post-war West Germany.

The comic was definitely adult-oriented, and the doll it created was a popular bachelor party gag gift.

The introduction of a doll with breasts did cause *some* controversy, but it was more pearl-clutching rather than tremendous cultural outrage. Barbie was actually an immediate hit. She fit in very well to late 50s ideals of femininity. I've heard it said before that parents liked her because she helped little girls get into the beauty, fashion, and level of grooming that she would need to catch a husband. IDK if that was intentional, but it seems to fit very well.

I don't want to get into whether or not Barbie is this huge feminist icon or not because, well, she's a toy. I think Ruth Handler was an incredibly smart businesswoman who saw a market demand and met it. Barbie is about the power of fantasy and imagination, and anything that people see in her are the things they want to see in her.

In her incredible multitude of careers, she also holds up an impossible and toxic standard of beauty. Mattel has always been very aware of Barbie's image. I'm pretty sure that the reason Mattel hated "Barbie Girl" so much wasn't because it was wink-wink sexual, but because it nailed the popular stereotype of the time that Barbie was this fake, plastic bimbo who was an unhealthy role model for girls (go listen to Aquarium, now!).

The recent years of Barbie taking on a more empowering, feminist, and diverse lean is because Mattel is simply correcting course and keeping up with the times. Honestly, they've done a very good job of it, but I'm not going to kid myself into thinking they're doing anything other than maximizing profits.

I love me some Barbie but I was always an AG girl, ngl. However, I think Barbie and her cultural context are still incredibly fascinating and worth taking a look at.

lokihiddleston

Barbie (2023) ✦ Dir. Greta Gerwig

petite-madame

The Order of The Avengers (Part 1) - (2021)

A couple of months ago, I asked my followers what kind of Avengers fan art they wanted to see from me and they voted at 81% for the “Medieval / Heroic Fantasy AU” option. Here’s the result, I hope you’ll enjoy it! ♥ A big thank you to @vegetamochi who came up with the title. (Nb: this is an art project, there’s no fic to go with it)

PART 2 IS AVAILABLE HERE

petite-madame

The Order of The Avengers (Part 2) - (2021)

A couple of months ago, I asked my followers what kind of Avengers fan art they wanted to see from me and they voted at 81% for the “Medieval / Heroic Fantasy AU” option. Here’s the result, I hope you’ll enjoy it! A big thank you to @vegetamochi who came up with the title. (Nb: this is an art project, there’s no fic to go with it)

PART 1 IS AVAILABLE HERE

hiddlescheekbones

“But having said all that, let us consider things in detail.”

All this I did without you - A letter from Gerald Durrell to Lee McGeorge, read by Tom Hiddleston

the-haven-of-fiction

This is still Problem. Lots of Problem.

personinthepalace

I am OBSESSED with Drew Sarich's performance of Poor Unfortunate Souls. Also while you're here, go check out the full concert celebrating the works of Alan Menken (Hollywood in Vienna 2022)

~~ 45 Hold My Hand ~~

Darling, hold my hand

Oh, won't you hold my hand?

'Cause I don't wanna walk on my own anymore, won't you understand?

'Cause I don't wanna walk alone

I'm ready for this, there's no denying

I'm ready for this, you stop me falling

I'm ready for this, I need you all in

I'm ready for this, so darling, hold my hand

“Did you literally tell him to break a leg?”

Aurora scoffed at Raphi

“No”

Raphi laughed “Only your old man would break his fucking leg days out from your wedding”

Aurora hummed in response, grabbing the glass of champagne Raphi offered to her.

“You know Dad, dramatic as fuck. Something always happens”

“Has your mum chained him to a chair yet?” Raphi asked, sitting down to watch the makeup artist work on Aurora.

“She’s all but wrapped him in bubble wrap, he’s now currently sulking because she wont let him walk me down the aisle with that little scooter” Aurora shrugged.

“I feel like that’s a him problem considering he didn’t wait for help”

Raphi pivoted his chair, watching everything before him. The photographer was flitting around them, while the hair and mask up artist worked on Aurora. He watched for a little while before turning to the window.

Sydney had truly turned it on for today, the sun shone from a cloudless sky, the harbour bridge sitting above a glittering sapphire ocean. Boats and ferries traversing across the harbour, tourists and residents flooded Circular Quay, lapping up the midday sun. He looked out over the lawn of the MCA and watched as a dappled carpet of people lazed about, eating, drinking and socialising while the sun seeped into their bodies.

“Watching all the plebeians from your throne, huh?”

Raphi swilled the wine in his glass before taking a sip.

“I’m lording over my kingdom. Bow before me peasants”

They both giggled over his dramatics before the photographer called for help hanging the dress. Setting his champagne down he walked over and began unpacking the dress. Raphi hadn’t seen it before today and it truly was a sight to behold, he stared at it in awe before helping to move it into position.

“So, you didn’t tell me it was fucking stunning!” Raphi called to Aurora.

“I did well, hey?” came her smug reply.

Raphi felt tears well in his eyes, she was finally getting married today, after everything Aurora was getting her happy ever after. He brushed away the tears as the photographer reached for his camera. Leaving the room, he went back to sit with Aurora, she looked ethereal as they completed the finishing touches, Aurora coughed as the last coat of hairspray was applied.

“The amount of hairspray, I think I’ve done the drag queens proud”

Raphi smiled weakly at her, watching as her became concerned.

“I’m ok, are you?”

Aurora didn’t miss what he meant.

“I’m ok, ill be thinking of him today, but I can’t change it. I promise I’m ok”

Raphi nodded and reached for her hand.

Their silence interrupted a few moments later by her sister and mother arriving.

“Its almost time for the dress” Seraphina squealed.

Raphi and Aurora rolled their eyes and giggled at her enthusiasm before they both got up to greet their intruders.

~~~~~~~~

Aurora watched Raphi as they piled in the car to leave with her mother and sister in the car in front, he was never this quiet, his mind elsewhere, she nudged him.

“Do you remember those gold hot pants?”

Raphi groaned as he turned to look at her.

“Don’t remind me”

Aurora would never forget those pants

~~~~~~~~

Saturday night, her and her group of friends stumbled into stonewall. It was the year 2000, Kylie Minogue had released ‘spinning around’ a few months earlier and every guy there wore hot pants, with varying degrees of tightness and arse cheek visibility in homage to their queen. Making her way to the bar, she looked around at the sea of bodies covered in glitter and not much else, before her her eyes caught sight of the tiniest hot pants known to man. Looking up the guy was covered in gold glitter, with matching gold makeup, he had finished off his look with a gold cuff on each bicep. Aurora loved him from the moment she saw him.

Walking over to him she smiled.

“Babe, I fucking love your hot pants!” She yelled over the music.

“Thanks, I can’t feel my balls!” He yelled back.

They spent the next few hours dancing and talking, eventually it was only her and her new friend Raphi, her friends lost to the early morning or another club, she didn’t know, and it was at a maccas on Oxford streets t 4am they found themselves cutting Raphi out of his hot pants, his g-string barely surviving the ordeal.

~~~~~~~~

“Those hot pants are stuff of legend” Aurora giggled.

“Thank god we cut me out of them, they were constricting blood flow”

“How did you get into them, by the way?”

“No fucking idea, but I remember getting out of them” Raphi smiled.

“Booze and late night maccas nuggets. Its how all good friendships start” Aurora stated. “Thank god it was summer” she added as an after thought.

Raphi shrugged “I’ve worn less in winter, think I wore just a jockstrap once. That was fun”

Aurora rolled her eyes at him.

“Why does that not surprise me…was it your hoeing phase?”

“Oh, I was a big old slut. I just had lipo so I went all out”

They fell back into a comfortable silence.

“All my best and worst times have always involved you, I know we aren’t all that sentimental but you really are my bff for life”

“Ride or die” Raphi whispered.

Aurora turned to face him fully now.

“I want you to walk me down the aisle”

Raphi opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish before closing his mouth and staring at Aurora.

“Say something”

Raphi only nodded his head as he wiped at his eye.

“Is this emotional gangsta crying?”

“Fuck off” Raphi replied as Aurora fell into a fit of giggles while the car rolled to a stop.

“Let’s get you married so you wont be my problem anymore”

Aurora flipped him off as he car doors opened.

A few minutes later and they were getting ready to go, the excitement starting to set in, aurora bouncing on her heels trying to get a look at Henry.

“I can’t see him, is he hot?” Aurora whispered.

“Would you fucking relax? I’m sure he still sexy as fuck, not much would’ve changed”

Aurora slapped his arm.

“Am I wrong?” Aurora rolled her eyes and shook her head.

The music started and they watched Seraphina start her walk before she disappeared from their view.

Raphi grabbed Aurora’s hand and threaded it through his arm, they clung to each other, thousands of memories flashing through their lifetime together. They looked at each other, stupid grins plastered on their faces.

“Good to go?”

“I’m ready for this” Aurora nodded.

Raphi smiled at her as they stepped into view and Aurora’s eyes locked onto Henry as they started down the aisle.

“You’re my bestie and ill love you forever” Raphi whispered.

Aurora stole a glance at him.

“I love you too” She said, giving his arm a squeeze.

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AUTHORS NOTE: I'll post the dress at the bottom

~~ 44 Suit and Tie ~~

And as long as I’ve got my suit and tie

I’ma leave it all on the floor tonight

And you got fixed up to the nines

Let me show you a few things

All dressed up in black and white

And you’re dressed in that dress I like

Love is swinging in the air tonight

Let me show you a few things

Show you a few things about love

While we’re in the swing of love

Let me show you a few things

Show you a few things about love

Between wedding planning and filming, Henry had barely been able to catch a breath.

Aurora had been surprisingly busy with her photography, after Henry’s little photoshoot and photographing Michael Buble’s concert, she suddenly found herself getting more job offers, as perplexing as she thought it was, she had to pinch herself sometimes and would still find herself relaying this information to Henry as if she could not quite believe what was happening.

Henry had decided to take on the wedding planning, figuring it couldn’t be that hard, Aurora had laughed at him when he began to get more phone calls about that than his career and suggested he hire a planner to alleviate the stress, still he found himself worrying over the smallest details wanting everything to be perfect for their big day.

He checked his phone for what seemed like the 100th time today as he sailed over the clouds. He would be home soon and he could already feel the cold, salty tang of the beach on his skin. His wedding planner ironing out the smaller details before he got home. The only thing he didn’t know anything about was Aurora’s dress, he simply handed her his credit card and told her to pick whatever she desired, he wanted her to be the most beautiful thing he saw that day, which was not without argument from her. She remained adamant he didn’t need to pay for it, but soon enough after a very convincing stay in bed, she relented and let him have his wish.

The planner had informed him the venue would need to change the time of the rehearsal dinner to allow for extra security, he ran his hand over his face in frustration. He sent a message off to Aurora asking her to deal with it, she was hard headed and got shit done when needed, a useful skill he only just found out about. He felt his phone vibrate in his hand.

‘Do I need to pop some kneecaps too?’ Aurora replied

He chuckled at her response, no doubt she was already on the phone working her magic.

He stared out the plane window, lost in his thoughts of her, he hadn’t realised how fast she would come to occupy his every second, whether she was next to him or separated by oceans. She was all encompassing and deliciously overwhelming. He hated leaving, no matter how long for. He had even started to transition into working more within the Australian film industry something that gave him more time at home with her and Kal, as well as exploring his adoptive country. Remembering something he looked down at the phone just as it vibrated again.

‘I miss you and I cant wait to have you home’

His heart melting he typed out a reply.

“I miss you too little flamingo’

Not missing a beat, he watched as the next message came through.

“We will not be leaving the bed for a while” accompanied with a photo of hot pink lacy bra.

He knew what she was doing and he wasn’t willing to get himself all riled up before he landed, otherwise he knew the drive home would be torture, two can play that game he thought.

‘How goes the honeymoon planning? Where are you taking me?’ He typed back, changing the subject.

He watched as the speech bubbles popped up before came her reply

‘To the other land down under’

He laughed as the plane drew closer to Sydney, dreaming of the late October sun and its promise of longer and warmer days.

~~~~~~~~

Henry felt his stomach tie itself in knots. It was the first of December and he was getting ready for their pre-wedding dinner with all their friends and family, he had watched all the flowers and the event staff work diligently to set up the space before Aurora dragged him home to get ready. Henry had decided that he wanted the dinner to be at the seafood restaurant Aurora had taken him too the first time he arrived in Australia. It was intimate enough and far away from any prying paparazzi. He dressed himself and paced the house waiting for Aurora to get back.

Eventually she fell through the door rushing towards the bedroom and swearing at the amount of time it took or her hair to be done. He caught a glimpse of her as she raced by him and he chuckled as he followed her into the bedroom watching her while she threw things around and dragging out a dress bag. He watched has she laid it on the bed before undressing, his eyes washing over her body very appreciatively and before he could stop himself he had closed the gap between them, one hand landing on her waist, the other closing over her chest.

“No, Henry” was all he heard before she wriggled out of his grasp and pulling on her dress. She stood before him her back facing him as he diligently did up the zipper. Finally dressed, she turned around and beamed at him. Aurora had her now brown hair pulled back and curled, trendils of hair falling softly around her face and neck, her makeup was a simple smoky eye, with a sharp winged liner, her face contoured and highlighted and her lips painted red.

Her dress though was one of the most stunning things he had seen in his life. The red mini dress had a sweetheart neckline, and the entire thing was covered in red crystals that clung to her body. The shorter part of the dress leaving her legs bare, the overlay swept out into a train and went from red to white with red beading sneaking down over the fabric. It looked like blood on snow and was absolutely stunning.

“Where did you find this?” He asked twirling her.

“That’s a secret. Do you like it?”

Henry nodded a little too enthusiastically.

“Let’s go, the sooner we get there, the sooner I can get you home and out of the dress”

~~~~~~~~

Henry felt like he walked into a garden, the space before him covered in red roses, the ceiling covered with green foliage and chandeliers, on each of the tables clear vases with gold accents held more roses with candles snaking down the middle of each table. He was quite impressed, the only idea he had was for there to be red roses and the space to be opulent. The wedding planner had outdone herself.

Beside him he heard Aurora gasp, he turned to look at her as she took in the room before her.

“Do you like it?”

Aurora was barely able to nod.

“You really went all out didn’t you?!”

“Only the best for you” he smiled at her. He could see on her face that she was about to object to him spending so much, but she thought better of it and leaned up on her toes to kiss him instead.

“I think we need a photo first” Henry said, flagging down the photographer.

Henry stood behind Aurora, one hand in his pocket, the other around her waist as he looked down at her. Aurora had one leg in front of the other, her arms at her sides with her head angled back and looking at the floor.

A love heart captioned the photo he sent out to Instagram and into the world.

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dicaeopolis

supernatural as a piece of media consistently amazes me. you've got the rock music and the leather jackets and the classic car. you've got the americana. you've got the spooky stuff. you've got the wildly complicated relationship with masculinity. and then four seasons in you add angels and demons and God and Satan. and now there's motifs of religion and hell and guilt and loving someone in the face of everything you're supposed to be. based on every single thing about it there is NO WAY this show could ever manage to be uncompelling to me. however it was made by straight men

dicaeopolis

I have been on this web site for more than a decade I have seen women and gays make the most gorgeous fascinating art and fiction and gifsets that are in theory based off Supernatural and then you go to watch the show and it periodically sneezes in the direction of the coolest plotline you could ever imagine and then just wanders off into the muck again. it's like having a friend who's gorgeous and smart and funny and then you meet her boyfriend and he is a worm

dicaeopolis

THIS ISN'T HATE it's just fascinating to me to see the potential of a piece of media so thoroughly tapped by the fanbase and so wholly untapped by the writers. you guys are doing amazing. eric krupke on the other hand

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