all these guys are bein so nice to me

i really hope that no one takes any of these posts as me “attacking” their ships or whatever!

let me also re-clarify, this has NOTHING to do with me shipping mcpriceley. not one bit.

i just really need to put it out there that 2 males can be friends without you guys having to turn it into a gay relationship. it’s also really important that we have this kind of representation of friendship so that it kills the whole “dudes bein nice and supportive of each other is gay” thing.

I understand wanting more representation of the LGBT+ community in media. But let’s also not wash away this CANON, safe, pure, NON-ABUSIVE, NOT SEXUALIZED (unless you wanna count baptize me as sexual, but we know it’s all a joke) relationship between a Ugandan woman and a fat, nerdy, white boy.

Can we just appreciate that? For once? The only canon couple in this musical ended up being between a black woman and the nerdy sidekick. They could have easily made it the skinny, smart lead (Kevin Price) but instead made it Arnold. Who was never confident in himself and who was always used to being in the shadows.

That’s just. Important. Stop. Leaving. Nabalungi. Out. Of. This.

Let Kevin support his friend. Let Arnaba live on.

That’s all.

me, crying on my bed at 3am: all these beautiful ppl out here telling me im cute and pretty tonight… what did i do to deserve such kind words i love everyone i love you all thank u all sm……… my mood? through the roof. my confidence? soaring! i love u all! ur all so nice to me tysm!!!

andbarnes  asked:

Yo what, you saw Chris filming TWS? I need to hear this story

YEP back in 2013, they were filming a lot of TWS in Cleveland, and i went to watch one day. One of my biggest regrets is not going more because as we were all standing there before Chris showed up, the guy in front of me was talking about “the dude who plays the winter soldier” being there the day before, and there were tons of stories about scarjo and samuel l jackson bein there on location.  

So we were there for HOURS and honestly didn’t know if Chris was even going to be there, but then after the hours he was there in all of his leather jacket / white tshirt glory, and filmed shots riding his motorcycle and ‘being shot at’ with mini explosives set on the ground and Chris was rly nice and waved to all of us watching

here’s the only pic i still have from it, bc it was off the phone i had four years ago, but check it out! Shield, bike, his trailer. Amazing. Relic posts i made about going (x) (x)

so the iconic bridge scene, a lot of the “downtown” shots, and the parts where Steve and Natasha are on the escalator, I could have BEEN THERE on open set days and I hate that I wasn’t goodbye

jim kirk/leonard mccoy + the first time leonard takes care of jim’s injuries [ part two of the mckirk first series ]

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Leonard isn’t supposed to be awake at well god-only-knows what hour when Jim stumbles into their shared dorm room smelling of alcohol and stained with fresh blood. But, of course, the contrary bastard is awake, his face dimly illuminated by his PADD. And when he speaks, it almost scares Jim out of his skin. It’s loud, more so than it is shocking, and it makes Jim’s head pound.

“God damn it, Jim!”

Jim’s beginning to realize that he’s way too sober for one of Leonard’s “what the hell were you thinking?” speeches that’s sure to include southern metaphors that make no damn sense, and Jim’s rather relieved when it doesn’t come. Leonard simply tosses his PADD onto his bed and moves towards the bathroom, returning with his medkit clutched in hand.

“Sit,” Leonard grumbles, propping his medkit open on the table beside Jim’s bed.

Jim sits without protest. He doesn’t even bother to pull off his boots, his knuckles are cracked open and aching, so he just watches Leonard rummage through the kit instead.

“You look like hell in a handbasket, kid,” Leonard says.

Jim breathes out a laugh - he can’t help himself - and asks, “What? That’s it?”

“You wanted sympathy, ya should’a gone to the damn clinic,”  Leonard drawls, leveling Jim with a glare that would make any other man cringe, but of course, Jim’s smirk just widens.

“Why would I go there when I’ve got my own personal doctor in my dorm?” Jim asks.

Leonard shakes his head, pulling out a small bottle of peroxide to clean Jim’s split lip and hopefully get rid of that shit-eating grin as well. “Well what was the genius plan gonna be if I weren’t awake?” he asks.

Jim shrugs and answers, “Probably just pass out.”

Leonard rolls his eyes. He doesn’t want to encourage Jim with a sarcastic remark, so he focuses instead on Jim’s lip and biting his own tongue. He feels a sick kind of satisfaction when Jim winces, but it quickly fades into annoyance once again when Jim whines and slaps Leonard’s hand away.

“Stop,” he mumbles pathetically, “That hurts, Bones.”

“S’not supposed to feel good, kid,” Leonard retorts. “Now shut up. ‘M tryin’ to help you.”

Jim’s eyebrows furrow, but he doesn’t fight it when Leonard moves to clean his lip again.

To Jim’s surprise, Leonard treats him with utter professionalism - well as much as he can before another bitter remark pushes its way through. He doesn’t ask questions because he simply doesn’t need to know the answers in order to attend to Jim’s injuries. And at first, Jim was relieved to realize that, but he comes to find that he can’t handle the silence, not when he’s so used to Leonard’s angry ramblings about one thing or the other.

“Not even gonna ask about the guy I gave an epic ass-kicking?” Jim asks finally.

Leonard’s glare flicks up from Jim’s lips to Jim’s eyes. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” he asks.

(Okay, so maybe not utter professionalism.)

Jim ignores him, of course. “Some dick at the bar - I don’t know what bar but that’s not important anyways - was all over this guy, wouldn’t leave him alone, ya know? Just bein’ a horny fuckin’ ass who refused to take no for an answer, so I - being a nice guy and all - I gotta say somethin’ -”

“Jim,” Leonard interrupts the story. “You’re wasted, and ‘m tired, so let me clean you up and you can tell me this tomorrow when we’ve both had some damn sleep.”

Jim hesitates but reluctantly mumbles, “Alright.”

Leonard does look tired, even Jim can see that in his drunken stupor, so he shuts up and just watches Leonard work. He watches how Leonard’s hands move the regenerator over his busted lip, never shaking, never hesitating, and how his brow furrows in concentration, and he just watches until Leonard stands packing everything back into his medkit.

Jim’s a little disappointed if he’s being honest. Some part of him wanted Leonard to nag him about this, maybe something about Jim having “no damn sense”, anything really, but it never came.

“Get some sleep,” Leonard tells him, leaving his medkit on the table and moving to sit on his own bed. And Jim thinks that’s it as he watches Leonard tuck his forgotten PADD into a drawer in his desk, shut the lights off, and crawl under the sheets of his bed, until Leonard speaks into the darkness, voice low and rough. “I don’t know about epic ass-kicking, but ‘m sure you did the right thing, kid. Just call me next time, alright? - before you do somethin’ real stupid.”

Jim smiles, and this time there’s no pain as his lip splits open a fraction wider. “Sure thing, Bones,” he answers.

hum.

gonna get offline.

im gonna start.. workin on not bein so negative all the time. its been kinda… not good for me lately, but at this point i recognize its self destructive, not assisting me at all, and is also very obnoxious.

im gonna try to be a little more positive, and ill rein back the oversharing.

i hope you guys have a wonderful day!! you are all very nice people, and i cannot articulate enough just hope much it means to me. because it means a lot to me.

gotta go now.