#jumping leeloo

[bodie-r-hart]

The fifth Element (1997) - Leeloo's Jump in HD

Das fünfte Element

AI upscaled by Bodie R.Hart

[rhaenyratargeryn]

It's funny I can always tell even in the dark which cat has climbed unto me to sleep because with Leeloo it's like, "oh?? What fairy princess is tiptoeing on my side?? So slight and so delicate??"

And with Rori it's like, "OW OH FUCK MY ORGANS!!!"

[foldingfittedsheets]

I brought Leeloo into the vets office for her solensia shot. There was two folks waiting, a big guy with a white lab mix and a lady with a cute terrier mutt.

All of a sudden the man jumped up with his big ol dog and bolted outside. The dog was delighted, but he looked alarmed. Everyone was stunned and looking around in confusion for where the fire was.

He came back in a moment later and all all eyes fixed on him. “Is everything okay?” One of the three receptionists asked cautiously.

“Yeah, the lady outside had her phone and papers and stuff on top of her car and almost drove off. I caught her in time, though.”

The room essentially burst into verbal applause, raining praise on him for this very good deed and his big sweet dog seemed just delighted that her person was being called a good boy.

[spacemonolith]

It's so funny that Loki did the Leeloo jump 😂

[crazy56u]

A protracted rant about how Film Reroll's Fifth Element campaign caused me to fear the future before it even went live.

Knowing for a couple weeks via the Patreon that the next campaign was going to be The Fifth Element, I didn't know what to expect, due to not watching the movie.

Having actually watching it last week, that caused me to become convinced that this was going to be a one-episode campaign. That isn't to say I was making an insult. That was me basically going "Oh dear God, they are fucked."

A lot of the fucking plot of the movie was stitched together by the whims of chance (for example, not only does a plot-important character only survives jumping out of a building due to a taxi cab managing to pass by then and there, but the main villain only barely misses crossing paths with Bruce Willis during the climax), and that being translated into a TTRPG does not bode well for a podcast notorious for bad rolls at bad times; they even fucking acknowledge this during the intro to the first episode.

Hell, I was of two major avenues of thought as I waited for the first episode to finally get published: Ether they never leave 1914, or they somehow find a way to get Bruce Willis killed off during the first (or only) episode. I admit, part of the latter was built upon me trying to guess who would play Bruce Willis, then abruptly remembering both the talked-about-but-unpublished Die Hard campaign (where John McClaine died), and TMNT II (where Kara and Paulo basically recreated that campaign via Raphael fighting the terrorists at the bank, only to get shot to shit, and then get killed in Part 5) and just automatically going "If Kara is cast as Bruce Willis, that is an immediate sign, oh no..."

This goes a long way for me to say the following:

When Billy tried to slide tackle the aliens carrying away the five elements during the prologue, and Joz Crit Failed the roll, the moment Paulo announced that caused a domino chain of falling aliens, and that Joz might have fucked up the future, even though it turned out they barely lucked out in avoiding it, I felt a cold chill pass over my body, and fully expected that to be the sum of all of my fears coming true then and there, that they were about to swiftly pivot into 1914's answer to Independence Day.

Granted, things were smooth sailing after that fuck-up (even better than the movie; Leeloo didn't escape, and the military was made aware of the situation from the jump), but still, just like everyone else did during that scene, my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

We are one episode in.

This campaign is going to be rough for a guy like me...

[andrasta14]

So the cover of my book journal has me feeling like uncultured swine again, because all the book titles on it are famous couples/duos in literature, tv shows and movies etc and at least half of them have me like: ?????

I'm enough of a nerd to want to know where they're all from, and it's been bugging me for years. But Googling them feels somehow unsporting to me. lol (Plus I think some of the spellings are French?)

So...see a pair you recognize? Let me know. 🙏

~ Couples Listed ~

Fanfan & Alexandre = ???

Lana & Clark = Superman

Paul & Joanne = ???

Andromacue & Hector = The Iliad/Greek Mythology

Leonard & Salaì = ???

Orpheus and Eurydice = Greek Mythology

Lisbeth & Miriam = ???

Mathilde & Manech = ???

Chimène & Rodrigue = ???

Emma & Dexter = ???

Yves & Pierre = Yves Saint-Laurent and Pierre Bergé

Arlequin & Columbine = ???

Julien & Mme de Rênal = The Scarlet and the Black

Edward & Vivian = ???

Edith and Marcel = ???

Marty & Jennifer = Back to the Future

Franck & Ava = ???

Jack & Rose = Titantic

Elisabeth & Richard = ???

Chouchou & Loulou = ??? (The hell kind of names are those? lol)

Roger & Jessica = ??? (Idk the first thing that jumped to mind was Roger & Jessica Rabbit lol)

Figaro & Rosine = The Marriage of Figaro

Christian & Anastasia = 50 Shades of Grey

Leeloo & Korhen = ???

Abelard & Héloïse = medieval historical romance, unsure of details

Valmont & Cecile = Dangerous Liaisons

Sam & Molly = ???

Gaston & Melle Jeanne = ???

Drazic & Anita = ???

Don Juan & Charlotte = Don Juan/Don Giovanni

Mike & Susan = Desperate Housewives

Helen & Paris = The Iliad/Greek Mythology

Quasimodo & Esmeralda = The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

Rachel & Ross = Friends

Marilyn & John = Marilyn Munroe and John F. Kennedy?

Satine & Christian = Moulin Rouge

Dorian & Henri = The Portrait of Dorian Gray

Tarzan & Jane = Tarzan

Edward & Bella = Twilight

Nino & Amélie = Amélie

Mulder & Scully = The X-Files

Arthur & Paul = Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine

Harry & Sally = When Harry Met Sally

Sandy & Danny = Grease

Benny & Joon = Benny & Joon

Toi & Moi = ???

Maverick & Charlie = Top Gun

Candy & Anthony = ???

Odysseus & Penelope = The Odyssey/The Iliad/Greek Mythology

Thelma & Louise = Thelma & Louise

Titus & Berenice = Titus and Berenice is a 1676 tragedy by Thomas Otway.

Ariane & Solal = ???

Paul & Virginie = Paul and Virginie by Jacques-Henri Bernardin de Saint-Pierre (1788).

Johnny & BB = ???

Cyrano & Roxane = Cyrano de Bergerac

Marius & Fanny = ???

Chloe & Colin = ???

Adam & Eve = The Bible

Tristan & Iseult = Tristan and Isolde

Bonnie & Clyde = the historical Bonnie & Clyde

Popeye & Olive = Popeye the Sailor Man

Simone & Yves = ???

Buffy & Angel = Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Lauren & Humphrey = Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart?

Carrie and Mr Big = Sex in the City

Harry & Ginny = Harry Potter series

Clarence & Alabama = ???

Alceste & Célimène = ???

Lancelot & Guinevere = Arthurian legend

~*~

Edit:

From @theduchessofboredom

#arthur & paul could be art (arthur) garfunkel and paul simon #paul & virginie is the title of a famous 18th century novel #nino and amélie is definitely Amélie :) #yves & pierre are yves saint-laurent and pierre bergé

From @that-laj

Marty & Jennifer are from Back to the Future, if they’re the Marty and Jennifer I think they are.

@didoscity

Mike and susan are from desperate housewives (embarassed to know this). Also arthur and paul are definitely, to me, arthur rimbaud and paul verlaine. sorry for simon and garfunkel 😂

oh and titus and berenice is the name of a tragedy by corneille!

[avoskorm]

Leeloo jumped up on my shoulder and tried to stick her face in my fries.

I wonder what she could want.

It's truly one of life's great mysteries.

[the-iceni-bitch]

She Knows What She’s Doing

Kinktober Day 3: Lap Dance

Pairing: Jake Jensen c stripper!Reader

Words: ~1.9k

Summary: It’s Jake’s birthday, and the rest of the Losers have the perfect present in mind.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (suggestive dancing, sex work, fingering), Jake being an adorable nervous baby, good natured teasing, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Day three of Kinktober, and you know I had to give us some adorable Jensen love for the filthiest month. Another couple I’m in love with, by the way, so we may be seeing more from them at some point.

I am no longer doing taglists, so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library​ and turn on notifications!

“C’mon Jensen, it’s your fucking birthday.” Pooch gave Jake a massive grin as Aisha shoved him into the club. “You gotta relax man.”

“Yeah Jake, let us buy you a lap dance.” Aisha finally got him inside and blew out a breath, winking before she started looking around the club. “Where is she?”

“I dunno guys…” He was nervous enough just watching the dancers on stage, the thought of having one of them grinding on him was making his anxiety ramp up. Was he supposed to talk to them? What did he do with his hands? Like, he knew he wasn’t allowed to touch but other than that. 

“You’re getting a dance, that’s an order.” Clay shook his head before ordering a round of shots. “If I have to watch you moon over that girl any more I’m gonna lose it.”

“What girl?” He shuffled awkwardly as he avoided making eye contact with anyone, feeling a flush creeping up his neck as he tried to find someplace to look that didn’t have partially naked women prancing around.

“There she is, hey Khaleesi!” Aisha waved when she spotted the dancer she was looking for, and Jake felt his heart jump into his throat.

“That girl.” Clay just gave him a judgmental look as Cougar and Pooch snorted behind him, handing him a shot. “Drink.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jake winced when his voice cracked, tossing the shot back and glancing to where Aisha was chatting with you.

Maybe, maybe he had been mooning over you a little bit. It wasn’t his fault, though. What was he supposed to do when the first time the team dragged him to this place you were wearing nothing but a stormtrooper helmet and a leather thong? Every time he came back you were wearing some sort of nerdy getup which you quickly got rid of, and yeah, when he watched you strip while you were dressed like Leeloo from the Fifth Element, he might have fallen a little bit in love with you. Though the Captain America costume also really got to him for some reason.

And now you were dressed like the mother of dragons, and he was feeling a little lightheaded. Aisha was clapping happily as she led you towards him, handing you a couple of bills and grabbing a shot as she settled into a stool.

“Jakey, why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” You were smiling at him and fuck, he just wanted to give you flowers and feed you fruit.

“I… well…” He felt every single thought fly right out of his head when you gripped the front of his shirt and started pulling him towards the private rooms, shooting a panicked look over his shoulder at the team who were just laughing at him.

Jake gave you an anxious grin and huffed out a breath when you shoved him onto the leather couch, his fingers twitching as he tried to decide what to do with his hands, eventually settling for letting them fall to his sides. He swallowed thickly when you stalked towards him, the sway of your hips drawing his eyes until you were straddling his lap.

“You really should’ve told me your birthday was coming up, honey.” You purred as you leaned forward and ran your nose over his throat, rolling your body against his and smiling to yourself when he groaned. “Would’ve gotten you something special.”

“Th… this is good.” He could already feel all his blood running straight to his dick, the feeling of your soft curves pressed against him everything he thought it was going to be. “I… I really like your outfit.” What?

“Yeah?” You leaned back a little and beamed at him, resting a hand behind you on his knee as you teased the other under the edge of your top while you rolled your hips slowly. “Sometimes I feel like I go a little too nerdy,”

“No, it’s good.” His eyes rolled back in his head when you rolled your body close to his again. You smelled so fucking good, it was making him lightheaded. 

And now you were rubbing your tits right in his face while you ground your crotch right over his and all he could do was curse himself for being such an infatuated idiot.

“You wanna help me out, birthday boy?” You winked at him when you leaned back on his knees, your hips still undulating to the thrumming bass as you reached behind you to start undoing your top.

“Oh… ok.” God, what a sweet nervous baby. You tutted when he started to reach up to help you with the straps, grabbing his hands and placing them back at his sides with a wicked grin.

“No hands, sweetie.”

He gave you a confused look until his eyes widened in surprise as his gaze moved to your breasts while he licked his lips slowly.

“Is that… is that allowed?.” His eyes were darkening as they flicked between your chest and your face, his lust addled brain screaming at him to just fucking do it already. 

“It’s your birthday, Jakey.” He could get used to hearing you call him that. “And what I say in this room fucking goes.”

He whimpered as he leaned forward to grab the center of your bra between his teeth, gazing up at you through his lashes pleadingly when you shimmied a little and he felt your soft curves press against his face.

He whined softly when you undid the final strap and let the fabric flutter down around your shoulders, your nipples pebbling in the air right in front of him. You grinned when he leaned back with your bra still  clutched between his teeth with a dazed look, propping one foot on the couch and placing the other on the floor so you could roll your hips in his face.

“You having a good time, Jakey?” You smiled softly when he grunted as you teased your fingers under the edge of your panties.

“‘Yeeeeaaaah.” He stretched the word out and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth when you slid off his lap and turned around, spreading your legs and bending over to touch your toes while you made your ass jiggle in a way that made him want to take a bite out of you.

“Good, ‘cause I was thinking, with it being your birthday and all,” you sank to your knees and leaned back between his spread thighs, slowly sliding up the front of his body until your head was resting on his shoulder. “Wanna make it extra special for you, since you’re my favorite.”

“I’m your favorite?” He felt his heart flutter as he murmured under his breath. You were just saying that for tips, right? You had to be.

“You kidding me? Course you’re my favorite.” You leaned your head back against his shoulder and beamed at him while you slid a hand up his thick thigh until you were cupping his growing bulge. “Like I was saying, wanna spoil you a little for your special day, baby. So why don’t you touch me wherever you want?”

“Shit, I don’t want to get you in trouble.” He really wanted to touch you though.

“I told you, Jakey.” You stood up again and spread your legs before bending over slowly. “I make the rules.”

He sucked in a breath when you stepped out of your panties and flung them at his chest, laughing softly when he jolted with surprise and almost dropped them. You were still facing away from him when you moved to straddle his lap again, placing your knees on either side of his thigh and grinding over the thick muscle as you leaned back against his chest and purred.

“Ah, fuck.” He could feel heat flooding his face as you rolled your hips into him. You were wet, he could feel it soaking through his jeans and it was making him panic. What was he supposed to do? He thought he was going to have a panic attack.

“Honey, just relax.” You turned around and gave him a reassuring smile, pressing your body close to his and grabbing his wrists as you brought his hands to rest on your waist. “Touch me, Jakey.”

“Are you sure… mmph!” His eyes bugged out of his head when you leaned forward and smashed your lips to his, only needing a few seconds of feeling you hum softly into his mouth before he felt the nervousness start to seep from his body. 

“I’m sure.” You leaned back just a little and beamed at him, sighing softly when he let his hands slide down to curl around your hips. “You can have me however you want, baby.”

The growl that escaped from his chest was almost unrecognizable, his eyes darkened dangerously as he raked his gaze over your body before slowly sliding a hand down to cup your pussy as the other wound around your waist and pressed you close to his chest. You let out a soft whine when you felt his palm rub over your clit, and that was when he lost it.

“This is all for me, right?” His eyes were wild as he gazed pleadingly at you, his palm grinding against your clit when he slid two thick fingers inside you and groaned when you immediately clenched around him. “You don’t get all hot and bothered for all those other guys?”

“No, just you.” You could’ve teased him but it felt like you were past that point now, letting your head roll loosely on your shoulders fucked you with his fingers. “Oh, Jake.”

“Fuck, I could listen to you say my name all damn day.” He leaned forward and started pressing soft kisses over the curve of your breast, his fingers finding that soft spongy spot and stroking it while you dug your fingers into his scalp. “God, you’re so perfect.”

“Jake, fuck, I’m so close.” You drove your hips into his hand as he kept drawing it out of you, your breath coming in short gasps when he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked softly. “Don’t stop.”

A few more drives of his fingers and the warm coil of pleasure that had gathered in the pit of your stomach snapped, your body jolting as you bit back a scream and squirted all over his hand. Feeling your body respond to him so perfectly had him following after you with a desperate whine, his own release filling his boxer briefs as his hips stuttered against nothing until he was sagging into the couch with a deep moan.

“Um, you ok?” Now that you were both finished, his anxiety was back tenfold. He did not want to fuck this up.

“I’m great.” You pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head while his face was still nuzzled between your breasts before tilting his head back to grin at him. “Happy birthday, Jakey. You finally gonna ask me out, now?”

[janumun]

Her Majestic Lord (Obey Me Lucifer - NSFW)

Rated: NSFW/18+ Pairing: Lucifer/Female Reader Words: 1.1k

Tags: first times, foreplay, mild body worship, vaginal fingering, Lucifer checks in with her throughout this hot/soft process (he LOVES her well)

Summary: Determination to see her first time through with her Lord of Hell shouldn’t be a struggle, not when he matters so much to her. She learns, however, that making love is not a test of endurance she has to bear alone.

Author’s Notes: Written for @leeloominai22 who requested Lucifer engaging in gentle and slow foreplay with a shy female reader, afraid of sexual intimacy. Thank you for trusting me with this very gentle and gently passionate Lucifer, Leeloo. Happy Reading!

(Requests for this event are now closed, dear readers. Thank you to all those who participated.)

The coronet of his flowers he thought fit to lace through her hair earlier — placed there with no more than a delicate touch Lucifer’s fingers had swept through her locks — drifts still on a pleasant scent and into her lungs as she breathes. Shepherding her thoughts back into visions of his smile earlier, once he’d drawn back. So precious for its rarity, offered to her alone when they are but two. A kiss he’d pressed into her hair, tracing it down onto her temple as he’d breathed her in. Her name a low, quiet sigh of his next breath, “You are beautiful, my love.”

Her eyes re-focus on him above her now — glorious form that he is — mind dedicated to the task of coaxing her body to slacken its hold on irrational rejection. Preparing herself — her breath jumps speed once more — for the inevitable clutch of fear that is sure to come, just as the clutches of her fingers tighten into the sheets beneath.

She trusts this man; loves and adores him like no other. Wants to be his with the entirety of that heart of hers he holds ownership of. She is no stranger to endurance. And as Lucifer cants a hooded gaze her way… descends towards her mouth he has caressed with his own, numerous times over the course of their relationship, yet never quite like this — she decides she must be brave. For the sake of the one she loves.

“What are you thinking?” Lucifer’s kiss does not fall to her trembling lips. Instead his breath warms its space beneath a tightly shut eyelid. A minute jolt breaks through her body at meeting eyes with his garnet gaze. So close.

“…That I love you.” It’s not a lie: part of a truth. She wants them to be as close as lovers are allowed in physicality, even if it begs her fortitude.

Cool leather glides across the hand, tightened into the sheets, she did not realize was a quivering hard fist. Until he gentles, then quiets, her trembling as her fingers go lax, and lace with gloved ones. His gaze stays upon hers — a quiet, firm command to not turn from him. Lucifer lifts their entwined hands toward his mouth, feathering a kiss onto her knuckles apiece. Dark lashes shrouding over scarlet, as his mouth drops its last kiss onto her index. “Remember that I am by your side.”

Another press of his lips, this time tucked into her slack palm. The warmth of his mouth against her skin soothes the clamp of her remaining fist within the sheets beneath. She reaches her free hand upwards, tracing his noble features until his gaze meets hers once more. She tugs him down, hesitant, gentle.

Lips parting just as she feels his breath graze her mouth, his tongue slipping past to kiss her deep and long. Her fingers curl in pleasure about his face. Sliding up to thread into his hair to hold herself steady as his body gathers against hers in a firm, searing line. Her breath rattles.

Slow fingers glide a deliberate path down the line of her body, her collar falling slack against her shoulders, with a single flick of digits at its bindings. Lucifer’s mouth settles onto the curve of a clavicle, “Are you comfortable, my love?”

She smiles into her assent as her demon rises to reclaim her lips. Soft sighs spilling into his mouth at the rapid beats of her heart that sound comfort, rather than wound-up distress, within her ears. Her hands curve atop Lucifer’s as he charts her body he knows so well, peeling away layer by layer of her clothes. The chill of the night doesn’t haunt her skin, his body’s draping warmth he refuses to let up for even a moment’s reprieve. The hesitant tug of his clothes he guides her hands through as she works down the line of buttons of his shirt. Digits that tremble across each separate one, either due to anticipation or the way his tongue works into her mouth, she’s not quite sure.

Until Lucifer pulls apart his shirt the rest of the way, scattering buttons onto the coverlet beside them. Dragging her palms forward to slip across his chest, the gallop of his demon hearts clear beneath her touch. “Feel me.” His heavy, scraped command soothes and accompanies her own thrumming pulse. She is not alone in her overwhelming break of her defenses, his hearts seem to drum. That he is here, close, and he is hers, in every single way she needs him.

A hand climbs up to bunch into his hair as she heaves him back towards her; his mouth falling to her eyelids apiece, tracing the shape of her nose, her cheek. Whispering words of love and praise, setting her face to an incandescent glow just as the slow coil of his fingers across her thighs as he spreads her apart.

Lucifer slips a gloved thumb across her lip until she catches the edge, tugging the garment away. His assistance offered; he pulls his hand back, in the catch of leather within his smile as he drags the glove off his hand entirely. “Open your mouth for me, darling girl.” And she obliges, entranced by that grin, licked up in lust and affection; allowing his fingers to slide across her tongue, caressing.

Before he withdraws and replaces them with his tongue instead, teeth sinking into a gentle bite into her lower lip. A groan tumbles free into her mouth as his wet fingers find and sink, slow, into her heat. “How do you feel?” Face sinking into the give of her neck, tongue dragging at taut muscle, as he works into and opens her.

And when she breaks into a moan, “There... relax yourself, treasure.” His breaths are heavy and hot against her ear. “Can you take another finger in?” Stroking her walls when she clamps around him. A low, guttural sound leaving him, “Breathe.”

Patient and unmoving, save for the way his fingers trace slow circles within her, Lucifer awaits her answer. Her hand following his in between her legs to instruct her wordless assent. Caressing a palm across his face when he moves to check on her, meeting her gaze. Feathering a kiss onto his cheek as she beckons him closer.

His fingers gather speed along with her restless cries, the intensity of their union springs tears to her gaze and he captures them all, tongue trekking across her lips, kissing across her cheeks.

Her demon dragging her into blissful pleasure in such comfort, it’s enough to have her forgetting memories of a distant past... so devastating and different from how it is to make love to one she truly cherishes. To be wanted by her Avatar of Pride in the manner he desires, so full, so consuming.

And she realizes just how foolish her resolve truly was for there is no solitary endurance to be borne in love.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

♧° Master List °♡

[overbearingstruggles]

lol the costume is leeloo from fifth element, you idiot. IYKYK is obviously referencing the semi obscure movie because most ppl wouldn't know it. it's a cult classic. not a reference to her getting back with Alex... how did you manage to make that jump??? you're in a real weird spot these days, huh? why so angsty? are you one of those people who gets unnecessarily angry when girls wear slutty halloween costumes? let people live. calm down. or hang up the keyboard? time to shut it all down maybe?

Reader, I don’t think this one knows

[daughter-of-mothernature]

We all haunt in the sky at night

Under a sea of clouds I fight

For the win, my love, as she tumbles

“The Fifth Element” is one of my favourite movies. I like the atmosphere of the future but what impressed me the most is Leeloo and Korben’s duet.

I drew Leeloo at the moment before she decided to jump (trust) to unknown. She is beautiful, pure and strong.

[supermodelcats]

When my friend asked me to babysit her cat, she told me Leeloo is so shy I wouldn't see her at all. First time I come see her, she jumps on me

[queen-scribbles]

1-5 for Silver, and 6-12 for Trinne, please! (asl meme!)

THANK YOU DARLING 😘

SILVER

1. How many different places have they lived?

If you're talking put down roots and settled, there's her ship and then Dantooine. She and Corso get a farm, live there during the whole five years The Outlander(her baby brother Tel lol) is in carbonite. They leave every once in a while to look for Tel, and sort-of settle on Odessen after they find Tel + the Alliance, but Silver wouldn't really count that bc she's still splitting time with the farm. If it's a more casual "stayed for a while but not forever" sort of thing, you can add Nar Shaddaa. Everywhere else was a visit for business(or pleasure) and she didn't stay long.

2. What is their dream vacation?

She actually got it for her honeymoon; a week on Calius saj Leeloo with no serious demands on her or Corso's time. Just getting to relax and be mega-touristy with her husband. Could've done without having to bail Guss and Akaavi out of jail lmao

3. What is their favorite color?

The blinding white-blue of stretching starlines when you jump to hyperspace.

4. What is their favorite book?

She doesn't really have one, unless the drive where she's saved alllll the mushy sappy romance letters Corso has ever sent her to reread whenever she wants. Have I mentioned she's a gigantic romantic SAP?

5. Have they ever cheated on anyone before?

Nope, never. She's never really done more than flirting before Corso, and once he showed interest she was committed.

TRINNE

6. Have they ever been cheated on?

Nah, unless Anders' repeated succumbing to the siren call of freedom counts. xD

7. How many partners have they had?

Depending on the canon, two or three. She and Anders were off and on for (I think) three years. Then Alistair. Then Harvey in OWaP canon.

8. What is their favorite food?

Anything sweet I say, trying desperately to remember if I've said otherwise in the past eight years. 😅

9. Are they a liar? Are they good at lying?

eeehhh, she tries to tell the truth, but is not above stretching. bending or breaking it if she thinks the reason is good enough to justify the level of lying. Some of her lies go off better than others, so I'd say mixed success on the "are they good at it" front.

10. Introvert or Extrovert?

Extrovert. She does love reading and doing other "introvert" activities, but that girl thrives around people.

11. Have they ever been arrested and why?

/glances at the Mage origin... and the aftermath of rescuing Anora Technically yes? But nothing aside from that comes to mind.

12. Who would they sacrifice their life for?

Jowan, without hesitation

Harvey, if they're in the same canon(regardless of if they're together. she'd value him enough as a friend, too)

Alistair, even after /cough Events.

The Awakening Gang(yes, all of them)

Any kids she and Harvey wind up having

OC Asks

[criticalbread]

I was tagged by @serialcannibal​ <3 <3 thank you lovely!!

nickname: growing up my parents called me Leeshy Bird or just Bird, but my granny and couple of my aunts had real central florida/florida-georgia/georgia-sc southern lady accents with a lisp and so called me Leecey c: Leesh, too, obvs. EDIT: oh! and my sister calls me Leeloo to the niblings as a gender neutral address instead of aunt/uncle :”) zodiac: libra and, like, some other stuff with more libra? i’m an air sign fence sitter thru and thru height: 5′7″ ish? maybe a lil more now that my spine is regularly being straightened out by a professional bone cruncher  hogwarts house: I used to always get hufflepuff when i was into hp and doing the quizzes  last thing i googled: are you expecting me to retain memories past 2 seconds?? excuse. (last one still up in a tab is “lyrics hallelujah leonard cohen” so pbtbtbtbt ) song stuck in my head: bad bad thing - ajj number of followers: 514! what the hell y’all doing here! amount of sleep: i tend to clock in between 7.5-8.5 hours a night. sleep is sacred and i am crochety lucky number: 13  dream job: sustainable horticulturalist taking care of a food forest, no dig vegetable beds, bee hives, ethically raised animals, and rewilding projects with an ecovillage or queer commune or something where all my friends live. this plan has been in the making nearly 10 years leave me alone we’re working on it.  wearing: us coastguard sweats left over from boot camp, ridiculous ugg slippers, plain long sleeve shirt, fluffy pink bath robe <3 it’s called fashion favourite song: hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh don’t do this favourite instrument: HHHHHHHHHHHHHH DON’T DO THIS  aesthetic: sun through the canopy of a camphor tree and how it lights the leaves up green and gilded gold, pine scrubs and drained swamps filled with wild black berries and spiders, bleak beautiful coastlines where a dangerous ocean sharpens its teeth on the rocks in plain view, never and always home, immigrant child of immigrant child of immigrants, dirty feet in the soil of a garden half planted with more to go, worn soft clothes older than you are inherited from family so that you become the part of you that loves them every time you wear it, seeds in glass jars, homemade jam and sauerkraut always given away like an ‘i love you’, bare feet on the cold pedals of a piano with the bad key you know to dodge, wool socks, wool scarves, freckles in the sun, bookshelves of well used and well loved scifi novels and fantasy novels and textbooks that never get thrown away, permanently bitten lips, hot rose tea in a porcelain mug, asking “did you know?” to excitedly begin a 30 minute lecture on the tarim mummies or the domestication of corn in south america or why fermentation works, worn doc martens carefully coated in olive oil and beeswax, comfortable dark clothes, jazz and blues and folk sung in parking lots and produce sections and laundry rooms and kitchens filled with friends cooking, eyebrows that jump and jig, an unpretty grinning mouth, comfort and ecstatic wonder, joyous tiny things favourite animal noise: when you touch a napping cat and it says, “mrrp?”

I hereby tag! no one! but if you’d like to play and see this please feel free, and tag me so i’ll see!

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March 18, 2263 - Leeloo Lands in Korben Dallas’s Taxi

Korben Dallas woke up at 2:00 AM on March 18, 2263, let his cat in and fed her, and took a phone call from his boss Finger. After a discussion about bringing his taxi in for an overhaul, and nearly being robbed by a nervous man with a large gun, he proceeded about his day. Later, the genetically perfect organism Leeloo jumped off a building while evading capture by the authorities, crashing into the roof of his taxi, and setting into motion the events which would lead to the two of them saving the universe.

(The Fifth Element, 1997) (source)

[matthewebel]

Confessions of an Attention Addict

Hello again, old friend. It’s been too long. Let’s catch up.

Usually people say that as a means of politely begging forgiveness for their inability to maintain a relationship with no intention of actually following through. Right now, I need to follow through and catch you up on what’s been going on for nearly thirteen years now. It’s not an easy story for me to tell, but I promise there’s a happy ending. Grab a cup and let’s do this.

Depression, Addiction, and Cognitive Dissonance

Ignore the dramatic headline, I already told you there’s a happy ending.

I didn’t realize how addicted I’d become until maybe 2016. I suppose that’s normal; most addicts don’t jump head-first into dependency. It creeps up on you. Back in 2005 I wrote a lengthy song about addiction to caffeine and beer that seemed to resonate with some people, but I was never addicted to either. My drug was more pernicious. I’ve been mainlining the same publicly-accepted drug since I was a kid, in fact: Attention.

So when the podcast wave of 2005-2008 carried me to a magical land with no day job, I was ecstatic. Attention came easier than coke in Miami. The Furries also took me in as their star performer and, finally, I found myself touring the nation. Every time I looked out into a dark ballroom to see hundreds of people singing my songs back to me, I felt the kind of rush that makes addicts forget to eat or sleep. The peak of this attention— which we’ll lovingly refer to as “rock bottom” —was probably Anthrocon 2013.

Fuck, Runtt and I looked good on steadicam.

But that was the beginning of the crash. Podcasting and live streaming went from the hot new technology with a tight-knit community to everyday background noise. The Furry fandom got tired of seeing me and my amazing bald companion at every convention, but I wasn’t ready to let go. I had tasted that high and I wanted more.

From 2012 right up until 2017 I kept grasping for that attention-high only to have it dissolve in my fingertips. I tried everything I could think of– writing songs about trendy geek topics, spicing up the live shows with Sci-Fi themes, but no one outside a small core of followers seemed to know who I was any more. The high just couldn’t reach that 2013 peak, and I couldn’t face a future without all that glorious attention.

Fortunately the path downhill was paved with lyrics. My last foray into the world of piano rock emerged in June 2017. I’m still proud of Cognitive Dissonance, even if it reminds me of just how depressed I’d been for that half of the decade. Like most folks fighting their demons, it holds up a whimsical façade and a veneer of optimism, but everyone can see the darkness within.

Thank God I had a strong, steady man in my life all this time, I’m not sure how I would’ve fared without him.

It got to the point, near the end of 2017, when I just stopped booking shows. I stopped blogging and sending you emails. I would sit at my desk in the morning and stare at the screen with no clue what to do. Wasn’t I creative enough to make people pay attention any more? Wasn’t I good enough to be the center of attention again? Shit needed to change, and fast.

So we moved to Seattle, but that’s another story.

As I packed all of my belongings, I realized there was a lot I needed to throw out… first and foremost, my addiction to attention. But what would that leave me with? I had to redefine my identity in a way that was both healthy and sustainable. I had to ask myself a difficult question: Why did I get into this business in the first place?

An Apology to the Robot Army

People still ask me if I’m ever going to release another piano rock album. I know, if you’re reading this, it’s probably because you saw me on stage at a convention banging on a keyboard, not spinning turntables. The only answer I can give you is gonna sound like a copout: Maybe.

EDM wasn’t that far of a leap for me, to be honest. The event that sparked my love for making music was a single night with a piece of gear that plugged into my digital piano. If you want to hear that story, let me know and I’ll spin up another blog post. Suffice it to say, however, that I probably should’ve gone into electronic music genres right from age 12. No matter what, I never ever should’ve dabbled in Christian pop (sorry, Mom). But I’ve already made a major genre-shift once before, and I needed to now.

I had to decide if I was going to die on the hill of piano-geek-rock or retool the factory to make a product that would actually sell.

(Spoiler: I did not, in fact, die.)

You see, part of the healing process was what I call “retooling the factory.” When a company makes a product (let’s say 8-track tape decks) and the world starts listening to cassettes, they have to decide what their product is going to be. Actually, to be more specific, they have to decide what their identity is going to be… an 8-track deck company, or an audiovisual gear company? I mean, there are always going to be 8-track enthusiasts, but do we cater to that niche or change our product? Why did we get into this business in the first place?

And here’s where we swing back around to that pesky attention addiction of mine. In this business, attention is both a drug and the primary source of income. What a fucking dilemma, huh?

On one hand, the need for attention is an unhealthy way to gauge one’s self-worth. On the other, it’s the primary indicator for how well a performing artist is doing.

It took a lot— a lot –of soul-searching to realize dance music could decouple my addiction from the real business necessity of growing my audience again. Switching my primary instrument from keys to turntables made it easier for me to get out of the way and let the music itself be the center of attention.

And Avian Invasion was born. You should go check him out… more on that at the end of this long-ass update.

So, for those of you asking if I’ll get back into piano rock… I want you to understand that I cherish you greatly. I love you. I want to make the music that made you happy back then, I really do. The hard business truth is that there simply weren’t enough people like you to keep me in business. More important than that, though, I am once again engaged in the creative process. I don’t think I’ve been this focused on making music since the early days of Matthew Ebel dot net

I won’t say that another piano rock album will never happen, but right now Avian Invasion is the only thing on my radar. The Bird, effectively saved my life. I hope you can appreciate that, at least.

Now What?

Here’s where you, a part of my beloved Robot Army, come in.

I need you to go and show your support for Avian Invasion. Remember, Bird One saved my life. Without him, I’d still be staring at that blank screen wondering why I even bother to try any more. Like Leeloo Dallas, he needs your love to survive, just as I always have. And I need him. Please go to avianinvasion.com right now and do… the usual stuff: Add him on Spotify, Like him on Facebook, etc. There are icons on the website and you know what they do.

Matthew Ebel will still be here, updating you on the behind-the-scenes side of things. If you want to peek behind the bird mask and explore this new frontier with me, I’ll try to share as much as I can with you. In fact, I’ll be spending the summer building my own recording studio from scratch, and this is where I’ll be sharing photos and videos and blogs about the experience.

Maybe this decade will be one to celebrate.

Originally posted at http://bit.ly/2TnUU46