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Me: The Lego movies teach people to be inclusive to people who are different than them, accepting people for who and what they are. 

My dad: “It’s also teaching and influencing the young people in this country to engage in activities they were not born into (being gay). Now when the children play with legos, they might think…do not try to teach our young children that it’s okay…”

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I am a hoe for warm, healing mush, so FRIEND you are in LUCK. Okay, so I'm let's go with deaged Sid waking up from a bad dream. He dreamt of his mite teammates making fun of him and leaving him on the ice to play their game all by himself -- complete with getting scored on, taking dirty hits, and being yelled at by the crowd. He saw the time when he woke up, and knows it's the middle of the night, so he's really careful about not making enough noise to wake up Geno, who's in the room next to

his. He’s trying so hard not to be a burden, especially since, while Geno and the Pens have all been more than friendly to him…well, he knows what him being too good brought out in other teammates, and…he tells himself that he wouldn’t blame the Pens for how they might be feeling now that he’s not good enough to play for them. (“Sid, magically deaging isn’t your fault, and they all love you regardless!” we all say. “They hate me and they’re allowed to,” Sid says. We all weep.) 

So, Sid sneaks into the kitchen, drinks some water, and then goes back to the guest room. But he can’t fall back asleep, because that cold, clawing feeling of unloveableness won’t leave him be, however, he does remember stumbling across a massive stack of children’s books stashed away somewhere in the dresser (ones Geno saved /totally for his future child[ren]/ that were his favorites while trying to better his english) and nobody’s there to judge him and Sid just…wants a little bit of comfort, okay? He [missing section?]  for further examination, and sees that the other person in the photo with grown-up Sid is Geno, which makes him feel a little better, because maybe Geno really is his best friend, even when stuff like this happens. When he looks at a few more photos, he’s a little confused, because these are probably from Geno’s wedding, but his wife isn’t in any of them. It’s Sid and Geno walking, Sid and Geno laughing with a bunch of people, Sid and Geno smearing cake on each other’s faces, Sid and Geno kiss- 

WAIT GROWN-UP SID AND GENO ARE DOING GROWN-UP KISSING. And while some part of deaged Sid registers that the photos are clearly of Geno getting married to him, he doesn’t really understand it. So his eyes flicker to the stack of cards, and he pages through all the congratulations addressed to both of the Crosby-Malkin’s, the saved copy of the wedding invitation – all of it, but it still doesn’t make any sense. Soon enough, though, he comes across a very heavily marked and edited scrap of paper that literally has his name on the top of it. It starts with “Sidney Crosby,” before the writer goes on to tell him how his hockey took their breath away the first time they saw him play at world juniors. How he reminded them of everything they came to the United States for when they felt scared and isolated in the Lemieux’s entryway. How they knew they were in love with him when they watched him glow with joy while lifting the Stanley Cup, and wanted to do anything to keep him that happy. 

How they wished they could fight all of the things that ever had or ever would hurt him – ruin the people who say hateful things about him, drop the gloves with his concussions, beat up his anxieties – anything to ensure he’d never have to hurt. How there aren’t words in english or russian to explain how much they love him. How no matter what happens, they never want to leave his side, and with these vows, they confirm that they never will. Deaged Sid, who was scared that nobody was ever going to [missing section?]

sleepytime tea for the both of them to drink while he reads his favorite children’s books to Sid. The next morning, G wakes up with grown-up Sid sprawled on top of him, emotions are once again triggered, and they do not fuck, do not have sex, but they do, yes I’m going there, make happy and perfect love until they’re both drowsy and incoherent and glowing with joy. As always, I am long-winded as shit, but I hope it does its purpose :))))))

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im crying there are tears in my eyes this is absolutely perfect and everything i wanted

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‘Now the Arkenstone has drawn him here. He will never be rid of his need for it. He hates and loves the gem as he hates and loves himself. Thorin’s life was a sad story. He was destined to be a great leader before the Arkenstone found him. Before it drove him mad.’

Elmer Fudd's Letters Home

May 14th, 1972

Dear Mom,

Hi Mom! Gosh, where do I start? The weather’s been good (perfect for rabbit season), sessions with my speech therapist seem to be going well (I hope to be able to wish you a “MERRY” Christmas this year, not “Mewwy.” That’ll be my gift to you!) and I’m making lots of friends.

But holy cow, all I REALLY want to talk about is this girl I met. Sorry, this woman. I met someone, Mom, someone special.I know I have a habit of rushing into things but, Mom, I think she’s the one. She’s so beautiful, she’s so sweet (but still kind of sassy) and she doesn’t even seem to mind my speech impediment. She accepts me, just when I thought that kind of thing would be impossible. She’s so confident, she’s on another level, I just want to give her everything to see what she can make out of it. What she even sees in a dummy like me is anyone’s guess.

OH, and best of all I met her while hunting, if you can believe it. She’s into hunting! She was just out in the woods and I found her—well, we found each other. We didn’t even speak at first, because we didn’t NEED to, there was just this CONNECTION. Instantly. So much went unspoken, it was like we were waiting for each other. She wasn’t shy about approaching me and, bizarrely, I wasn’t shy either, because we just worked together, immediately. We kissed! Right when we met! I love her. I LOVE HER!

I don’t think I knew what love was, before. I had a dim understanding of it, from movies and songs, and I remember what you and Dad were like together, but until I met Her, I only understood love anecdotally, as a bystander. I finally feel like I’m a participant, and I never thought I would be. Beyond that, I feel lucky. I’m not saying “I’m lucky because I get to be with her,” I’m saying “I’m lucky because I get the privilege of loving her.” Do you understand that, does that make sense? Even if she didn’t love me back, I will forever be grateful just for getting the opportunity to love her. Because I know what my life was like before I loved her, and I don’t even think I would call that a life, now. It feels so good to love her, to have love inside of me, to feel what normal people feel. I get to love her, do you understand? I get to. I’m allowed to. I weep at how lucky that makes me. Mom, I weep.

Listen to me, going on and on about this woman. We’re supposed to meet up in the woods again tomorrow. I’m going to ask her if she wants to go dancing with me. I don’t really dance, but I know most women like doing it so I looked up places that offer Salsa lessons for couples and there are some affordable ones in my area. I figured a dancing class would be a nice date. We can be close and we can talk, and we can move together.

I’ve rambled enough. I gotta get ready for tomorrow. I don’t even know how I’m going to sleep!

Love and Respect Forever,

Your Son Elmer

PS I know things must get lonely around the house since Dad’s passing, but remember that your “Lil’ Elmmy” loves you and is always thinking about you. I wish I could be by your side right now, but of course I have to try to catch and sell enough animals so we can afford to keep the house (I’ve included a check for $25; it’s all I made last week). It’ll get easier, Mom, I swear to God it’ll get easier. It’s going to be a good year. I can feel it.

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May 15, 1972

Mom,

Disregard previous letter. It was a boy rabbit in a dress. I don’t know why he did it. Don’t ask me about it.

PS I don’t think I ever learned how to be happy.

-Fudd

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Bilbo walks round the corner. Thorin is waiting for him at the other end of the aisle.
Bilbo walks towards him. Thorin walks towards Bilbo, holding up the veil – the mithril vest – and they look at each other. They are about to be wed.

The Ponds' Last Page

 Hello, old friend. And here we are. You and me, on the last page. 

By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone.

So know that we lived well and were very happy.

And above all else, know that we will love you always

Sometimes I do worry about you though. I think once we’re gone you won’t be coming back here for awhile. And you might be alone. Which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor.

And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story

Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. 

Tell her she’ll go to see and fight pirates.

She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. 

Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived

 And save a whale in outer space.

Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond.

And this is how it ends.

Dear Mr Bidwell, the wonderful actors, Channel 4 and all the makers / producers of My Mad Fat Diary,

Please renew My Mad Fat Diary.

I know some people have said that they are satisfied and they do not need more.  But let me tell you why they might say that:

-        They’re scared you’ll break Rae and Finn up again and no one wants that.  But I don’t think you’re a bad enough writer Mr Bidwell to use the same premise (will they get together) for a third season running.  So I don’t fear that one. 

-        They think that finding a partner will magically heal Rae’s mental health issues – which is an awful trope that gets overdone in movies and television and needs to be countered by a show (ie this one) that has always stared unflinchingly into the eyes of mental illness and told the truth

-        They haven’t considered how compelling it would be to watch the next chapter in Rae’s recovery – building a good support network with a communicative and supportive partner who struggles to be all she needs and to deal with the pressures of her mental illness and body image issues

-        They don’t put as much importance on relationship building as they do on the chase (just ew.)

-        They don’t realise that sex isn’t a magic bullet and that choosing to have sex rather than talk will set of a series of circumstances that must be played out – both Rae and Finn are bad at communicating – we need to see that improve – this is important

-        They underestimate how exciting and terrifying the future can be – we need to see Rae in second year, and then in university, and in a job, and having kids - and the anxiety and pressures of all of that, and moving to different places and all of it (yes – I want more than just a series 3 – good TV shows often seem to have at least 7 – take that hint please – if done well (which we all know – you’ve got that one in the bag), you could do easily 7 if not more)

-        They forget that My Mad Fat Diary is more than Rae and Finn and we need to see more about Archie (get a boyfriend?), Chloe’s recovery from what was likely rape at the hands of Ian and co., Danny’s incorporation into the gang, more Chizzy moments, the baby growing up, what the hell is with Finn’s mum, Liam’s stuff?  More more more.  We need more. 

I’ve started a fanfic of season 3, it’s probably more smutty than you’d like, and that’s deliberate because the fans need to see sex.  Not for the perve factor – but because the fat girl never gets shown as sexy and sexual and worthy of love.  And I know that you’ve made a point of staying away from the idea of beauty or girls being nothing but a beautiful body, but the truth is; it’s easy to decide that Rae doesn’t need to hear she’s beautiful or sexy because you’re not a fat girl / woman.  You don’t fall into that group of female that is reviled and rejected for their body, and as the saying goes; if you think representation doesn’t matter it’s probably because you are represented.  This is true of beauty as well; fat women need to know they are beautiful and sexy (and strong – that was stellar work getting Finn to say she was strong – loved it) and this needs to be represented in the media.  As a feminist I feel strongly that women should not be objectified or judged just for their bodies, as a fat woman, I know that feeling beautiful is very different to fitting in or struggling under the beauty myth.  Destroy the beauty myth, not individual beauty.  We need to hear Finn call Rae beautiful – you owe every fat girl out there who watched this show and got their hopes up.  But you must also continue your good work of telling those girls that they are more than just their bodies.  They need to be told both messages.  This is not confusing or difficult to understand if you’re a fat girl / woman.

 Plus they haven’t said that they love each other – and the romantic in me needs to see it.

In the two weeks since I started writing these fanfics, I’ve put on over 300 followers because of them and have had thousands of notes across the few fics I’ve posted (similar to facebook likes).  Now I don’t delude myself into thinking that this is because they are particularly brilliantly written, they’re not terrible, but they’re not flawless representations of mmfd by any stretch of the imagination, I lack the dark humour unfortunately.  Anyway, the reason these fics of mine are so popular is because people are hungry for more.  People like my season 3 fics because they want a season 3.  We need a season 3. 

There is so much story still to tell.  And for all the fat women and girls who saw themselves in Rae and started to heal because finally we had some representation – a fat girl who is sympathetically portrayed, has depth of character, is not a stereotype; she is all of us fat girls, and makes all the same mistakes we have made or will make – this is vital.  This is more than just a television show to us.  I have never before in my life been so invested in a character – and I know that the reason it has happened is because I see myself in Rae.  I weep for her, and it allows me to weep for myself.  For all I’ve lost, because I was fat, and have mental illness, for all the damage that has been done to me because I was fat – and mad!  It’s not just Rae’s story; it’s all of our stories that will be silenced if there’s no season 3.

Now we all know that eventually there’ll come a time when there’s nothing left to say about Rae and her journey and we’ll all have to let go of her stories.  But that’s not now. 

To the actors; you’re really doing important work here.  And you’re all amazing actors.  So so amazing.  I’ve been involved in theatre and written scripts and directed and taught acting for years and years so I say this not just as a fangirl: you all deserve a lot of praise for the work you’ve done with this series, your acting has been superb.  Please re-sign to the series.  Please push for more seasons.  Please stick with it and with us and with Rae.  I know you have careers to think about, but please incorporate more mmfd into your career plans.    

Sorry for such a long novel – can’t seem to shut myself up.  I feel quite strongly about this tv series.  And I really do hope to see it on my computer screen next year (I’m in Australia, you should see about actually airing it here – try SBS or ABC).

Love, hugs, adoration from a fan

Emma / fanningon / blue–green

is it sad that i am seriously worried about Fringe’s ratings? I mean, WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE? Fringe is such a flawless show with flawless characters, and flawless writing AND EVERYTHING IS FLAWLESS. I have no idea why anyone wouldn’t watch it. I’m really hoping for a season 5; I swear that if I don’t get one, I will refuse to eat, sleep or even get out of my room for eternity. I’ll just weep forever. ANYWAY, IF YOU AREN’T WATCHING FRINGE RIGHT NOW, YOU’D BETTER GET ONTO IT. I’m really hoping that the ratings will go up again and that the writers and shiz actually get cracking. DO THEY EVEN CARE THAT THEIR SHOW MAY DIE ANYTIME NOW?  ):):): I’m just really sad right now and I’m lying on my bed, distraught and all… to find a way to get the whole world to watch it…maybe they’re all jealous of Anna Torv’s beauty.