#ten bucks says the only reason the jeep wasn’t having this many problems before#is that derek was sneaking around with a very large toolbox and fixing it while stiles was distracted#popping the hood and replacing the battery while he was in class#new spark plugs while he’s at the station visiting his dad#actually replaced one of the tires while stiles was at lydia’s watching a movie ( via @andavs )
#OKAY BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS FOR A SECOND #dylan obrien in both these scenes is basically delivering the same line #but look at him the first time #he is all head movement and nodding #hes blinking a lot more #theres a ton of movement in his eyebrows #this is very obviously all stiles#all sarcasm and wit #but then on the right look at his movements #they are small movements#not jerky #the kid who fidgets and falls isnt there anymore #his face is relaxed and his eyes look dark #he blinks only once and his head barely nods #he is delivering the lines as two different versions of stiles so fucking well #if you think dylan obrien isnt a good actor i need you to not only think again #but rethink all of your life choices as well (x)
Sterek AU: Stiles has been in love with Derek for years but he has always been too afraid to tell him. Now that he’s finally worked up the courage Derek is too scared to trust that it’s the truth. It’s rough being in love with someone so emotionally constipated, but Stiles wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Who … who am I to wed?”A small flash of guilt covered the king’s features before he was able to recover.
“Your union will join the royal families—joining our family to the Hales.”
Dread and sorrow sunk in Stiles’ stomach as he closed his eyes.There was only one Hale left unharmed by the great fire that nearly wiped out the entire royal family—the Dread Wolf of Triskelia, Crowned King Derek Hale.
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Becks - (dir. Elizabeth Rohrbaugh and Daniel Powell) After a devastating breakup with her girlfriend Lucy, a lesbian musician heads back home to her very catholic mother. There, she begins a friendship with a married woman. Released February 9 2018.
Every Day (dir. Michael Sucsy) - 16 year old Rhiannon falls in love with A, a mysterious spirit who inhabits a different body every day. Rhiannon and A try to find each other each new day, always unsure of what the next day will bring. Released February 23 2018.
Blockers - (dir. Kay Cannon) Julie, Kayla, and Sam are three high school seniors who make a sex pact to lose their virginity on prom night. Sam’s going to prom with Chad, but thinks she’s a lesbian. Released April 6 2018.
Disobedience - (dir. Sebastián Lelio) Photographer Ronit Krushka flies to London after learning of the death of her estranged father. She returns to the same Orthodox Jewish community that shunned her decades earlier for her budding sexuality during childhood. There, she reconnects with an old friend, Esti. Released April 27 2018.
Rafiki (dir. Wanuri Kahiu) - The story of two Kenyan lesbians Kena & Ziki as they navigate life and love. Film festival release May 9 2018, undetermined wide release date.
The miseducation of cameron post - (dir. Desiree Akhavan) Set in 1993 after teenage Cameron is caught in the backseat of a car with the prom queen, she is sent away to a remote Christian “treating center” called Gods Promise. To be released August 3 2018.
Lizzie (dir. Craig Macneill) - A queer, feminist retelling of Lizzie Borden, the infamous ax murderess. Set in 1892, Lizzie begins a secret romance with the live-in maid, Bridget. To be released September 14 2018.
Tell It to the Bees (dir. Annabel Jankel) - Set in 1950’s Britain, Jean Markham returns to her hometown to take over her fathers medical practice. There, she begins a romance with the mother of a patient. Undetermined release date.
Vita & Virginia - (dir. Chanya Button) This British film tells the true story of the relationship between Vita Sackville-West and Virgina Woolf. Undetermined release date.
My Days of Mercy (dir. Tali Shalom Ezer) - Lucy is the daughter of a man on death row. Mercy is on the opposing side of Lucy’s family’s political cause. They fall in love. Released in film festivals on Sept. 8 2017, wide release undetermined time this year.
I have been on tumblr all morning and haven’t seen one post about it yet! I don’t understand how!
ARTICLE 13 JUST GOT PASSED!!!!
It was a 438 to 226 fucking landslide vote too. (https://www.theverge.com/2018/9/12/17849868/eu-internet-copyright-reform-article-11-13-approved)
They’re voting on it one last time in January 2019, but that’s barely any time to change anything!!!!
You still have time to call your MEPs so PLEASE!!! Do so.
If you’re outside of the EU, sign this petition: https://www.change.org/p/axel-voss-save-the-internet-reject-article-13-and-11?recruiter=839558037&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=copylink&utm_campaign=share_petition
If you don’t know what this means, it’s basically then end of how the internet currently is in Europe. Memes? Nope. Youtubers? Bye!
You’d need a license for everything!!!!
And my fellow Americans my be all like, well, what’s the big deal for us? It’s a Europe deal.
No, because the Youtubers there that you love so much? This effects them too! I’m freaking out because Jack, the person who helps my depression go away, may no longer be able to do what he does!
Guys, we need to stop this somehow. Please.
Call your MEPs. Sign petitions. Protest (Peacefully please. Don’t get hurt).
I’m sorry for tagging you guys if you don’t want to be or already know, I just want as many people to know as possible!
I can’t tag everyone, but if you see this, please reblog it. Spread the news. Sign the petition. Call your MEPs. Do what you can to help stop this from passing in January.
The easy response to a concert like last night’s would be cynicism. Niall Horan, a very pretty one-time member of a boy band that didn’t win a television talent contest, played to an arena packed with girls and young women who seemed more interested in screaming at him than listening to him sing.
That would be the easy response, and it was one I was quite ready to write before I arrived at Spark Arena last night. And some of the elements would be true — the audience was, largely, screaming girls and young women, and Horan is undeniably pretty. But he is also surprisingly talented, and that is the review that I think I should write instead.
Horan’s music, on record, is ultimately a touch unremarkable, perfectly pleasant and agreeable but somewhat forgettable. Live, however, he manages to find depths to his songs that provide a surprising — well, to me at least; the faithful in his audience clearly knew that he was capable of more than I had anticipated — richness. It doesn’t hurt, of course, that his voice is more mature and potent than, again, recordings might suggest.
Horan’s set was made up, largely, of Flicker, the one album he’s released since the demise of One Direction, and he padded his show with the inevitable brace of his old band’s songs, and a couple of covers. There was an agreeable range of styles on display — while the album’s title track is a single-guitar acoustic thing that, despite the enormous cheers it drew, was a little lightweight, show-closers Slow Hands and On My Own benefited from Horan’s five-piece — one of which, wonderfully, was a fiddle — backing band, who fleshed out the sound of these numbers in an arrangement that put muscle on the bones of songs that grew into themselves in a live setting.
Comparisons with Horan’s one-time bandmate Harry Styles, while possibly unfair, are inevitable, and Horan definitely fares better. While Styles, who appeared on the same stage in December of last year, put on a pared-back show that would have been better suited to the Tuning Fork lounge next door, Horan had a stage production that, while hardly spectacular, let folk know that he knew he was playing an arena, and understood that, no matter how chirpy and cute he may be, he needs a production behind him to fill the show, and he and his band put on an effective, arena-sized show, something Styles struggled to achieve.
Horan also revealed himself to be a competent musician. It’s expected that a singer like him will strap on an acoustic guitar and strum it, even if one could be forgiven for wondering if the thing were even plugged in. But Horan demonstrated a comfortable familiarity with his instrument, Flicker being his song alone, and his reading of Camila Cabello’s Crying In The Club was driven by his far-from-shabby guitar. Perhaps more questionable was his other cover, Dancing In The Dark — Springsteen, he assured us, is his favourite singer and songwriter, and this did feel like just a tiny bit of a stretch, but his take on the song, an acoustic opener that built into a full-bodied rocker, went beyond its primary roles of “Look — see, I’m not just a pretty boy, I have depths too!” and as gateway drug for the teenagers, and suggested that Horan has a future ahead of him as a credible performer.
I’m not, I have to confess, a fan of Horan’s music — in particular in its recorded form, it is, as I’ve said, a touch disposable and inconsequential for my tastes. But with the polish of his performance, the ease of his rapport with his audience — the Westmeath accent doesn’t hurt — and the added dimensions his songs adopt on stage, he managed to win me over.