can we get some notes

This was a sad Eurovision for Spain not because we lost, but because we wanted zero points SO BAD we got frustrated when someone gave us five.

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Musing about being a POC and queer individual in the TMNT fandom:

I think the hardest part of being in the TMNT fandom for me is the fact that I am not white, am not straight, am not cis, or even neurotypical, and… I identify fairly hard with the turtles because of those things. 

But then… they’re drawn or written as all of those things probably 90% of the time when people are humanizing them, and its just. so hard. to let that go, even though those people have no idea they’re affecting some random person across the internet. Compared to the hundreds of others who don’t feel this way, my personal opinion doesn’t really matter.

I don’t hold it against anyone for their headcanons, and I have never a day in my life sent hate to a person for having those headcanons, since I know those depend almost entirely on the personal life and experiences of those individuals.

They still bother me though, since I feel like it erases a large part of what the turtles’ identities are, which is being a minority among minorities.

They’re the only four of their kind, and pretty much utterly isolated from the rest of the world. They’ve never fit in, and never will, because they are inherently different from the rest of society. They are, in a phrase, freaks of nature.

My circumstances aren’t as extreme, not even close, but I know that feeling on a personal level regardless. Having them portrayed as the socially acceptable norm, it erases a large part of what makes them so interesting; which would be their sheer alien-ness from the rest of us. By making them ordinary cis white straight etc etc in humanized headcanons, I feel it takes away from their original characterization as a minority.

And it just really bothers me, as a single individual in the fandom, to have characters I identify with so strongly become pretty much the complete opposite of who and what I am, and thusly become no longer relatable. It’s just a difficult thing to deal with sometimes, especially since I have no power to change it other than ignoring the content I don’t like.

I hope no one takes this as an insult to their personal headcanons about the series; its just the words from someone who’s never fit correctly to any box, and found a strong connection to four characters who I felt were similar to me in that sense.

One eye open like CBS
Turn on CNN
And what I see? BS
He got shot
She got shot
Who did it
The one who is supposed to protect them
Look out for them
Society, dont give a damn about you
But couldnt make a dime with out you
Life of a young black person in America
Don’t be color blind
Be aware, keep in mind
That they don’t care
Who you are, where you are
The have a gun, you’re black.
Just like that, it’s over. Say your prayers

Ya girl got mono (again) and I have no idea how 🙃

Roller Coaster

I’m like a roller coaster in the night
Approach with caution
You never know what you’ll get next
When you’re on it in nothing but moonlight

I’m like a roller coaster in the night
The loudness when everything is dead silent
The sound that can blend in but still catch your attention
It’s true, fast, rough and loud

I’m like a roller coaster in the night
Not knowing isn’t always best
You’re excited to get to know more
But then you kinda wish you knew less, the highs and lows,

I’m like a roller coaster in the night
People are excited to get know
But only few could handle it
Always left having scared people off

I’m like a roller coaster in the night
The thrill is always there
The scariness of not knowing is always there
That’s just me, a roller coaster in the night


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Bad Boy Taehyung (Part 9)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,Part 8

Jimin picked you up, and led you back to class. He glared at whoever dared steal a glance at you, his stocky body blocking you from the view. He decided to sit with you, and hold your hand under the desk. Luckily for you, Taehyung never went back to class.

Your teacher walked in, and greeted the class, giving your and Jimin’s intertwined hands a stern look, but noticing the boy’s fury blazing in his eyes, she dared not say a word. You could feel Jimin’s palm begin to sweat at one point, your smaller hand transferring all your warmth onto his skin, but you refused to let go. You needed it. You needed his support. You needed someone to understand.

You couldn’t focus in class, you couldn’t read, you couldn’t even look up without letting everyone see the struggle you were facing, holding your tears back. Jimin saw that, and it pained him to see you suffer and not be able to do anything about it. A part of him briefly wondered if the pain he was feeling now was due to jealousy, due to some disguised romantic affection towards you, but he knew, deep down, that there was no such thing for him at the moment. He did love you, he had grown to love you that just one night, but not as a girlfriend, not as a woman, but as a friend, as a sister, as someone who had been through pain like he had, and as someone he wanted to protect.

He hoped Taehyung had been more patient, he hoped Taehyung had been less of an asshole, and more tactful, and perhaps he could be the one holding your hand right now, the one making you happy, but he had to go and fuck it all up.

Jimin understood him, he resented him, but he understood him, he hadn’t had it easy himself either, but it was no excuse to hurt you like that.

“Hey let’s get out of here.” Jimin whispered as soon as the teacher left the room.

“We still have 3 hours to go.” You whispered back, doodling on an empty page. Jimin’s hand found yours and stole the pen away.

“I don’t care. You’re not focusing. We can get the notes off someone else. You need to get some fresh air. Let’s just go.” He told you sternly, before licking his teeth as his lips spread into his glorious flirty smile. You grinned at him, knowing you trusted him with your life by now.

He took your stuff and shoved it into your backpack, before dragging you down the corridors. No one said a word. They just watched you both leave, and you knew, they probably were thinking a million dirty options, you knew they most likely thought you were off to have sex with Jimin, somewhere dodgy, but you also knew the truth, so you honestly didn’t give a shit about other people’s cheap opinions.

Jimin began to run, as he pulled onto your hand, dragging you far away from that school, and although part of you desperately wanted to find Taehyung and explain yourself to him, you also just wanted to let go, for once, you wanted to do something crazy, something fun, for yourself.

You laughed, as he ran faster and faster, your shorter legs were barely able to keep up with his, and although your lungs burned, desperately in need of air, you felt a bubble of happiness begin to expand in your chest, almost painfully. You felt the wind in your hair, and your blood pulsating in your ears, as your laughter came out rough and messy, but you didn’t care.

“That was fun! You run quite fast!” Jimin laughed, as he bent over to place his palms on his knees as he gasped for air.

“That’s because you were pulling me! Now my hair is a mess!” You whined, as you tried to fix it desperately, without a mirror.

“I think it looks perfect like that. You look much better. Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes sparkle, and your smile is so big it reflects the sunlight. You should always look like this.” He told you, pointing at you with his index finger like a parent scolding his child.

Why was Jimin so perfect? And why were you so desperately in love with Taehyung?

Jimin looked at his phone, and frowned, before typing something quickly, and sliding the electronic device back into his pocket.

“It seems like they need me at the flat. Do you mind coming over? We can chill in my room, it won’t be long.” He told you, a little too tensely. You were a little confused, and suspicious, but you went along with it, because you were certain Jimin would never hurt you. You nodded, and followed him in a walk back to his flat. You had to admit you were curious about how it looked.

“The flat might be a bit messy, bear in mind there is 6 of us living there, and the only ones that do any housework are Jin and Hoseok, and Hoseok mainly helps whenever his girlfriend is coming over. So don’t be scared.” Jimin warned you, almost reading your thoughts, as he opened the front door to his flat with a small, silver key. You could see the panic in his eyes, like a puppy, hoping you did not judge him harshly upon this, begging you not to.

You took a look inside as you took your shoes off, and stepped in. It sure did look a bit messy, you could see plates and glasses had been left on the table, still dirty, and you could see the sofa was a bit worn down, and the walls were quite bare, but there was a clutter in the living room floor. You smiled, as your eyes travelled through the entire room, and then posed themselves back onto Taehyung.

“So?” He asked you, taking his own shoes off, and placing them next to yours. His voice was soft, trying not to show how nervous he suddenly felt.

“It looks… lived in. It’s quite charming.” You told him with a smile. He raised an eyebrow at your vague response, and laughed.

“You mean it’s a mess. It’s a dump compared to your place.” He replied with a chuckle.

“There’s only me back home. This place has life to it, it’s warm, it might be old and messy, but it genuinely looks cosy. You can breathe the life from the walls. This feels like a home, you know?” You smiled at him, as your fingers softly danced along the arm of the sofa. Jimin smiled, he felt so happy to have met someone like you, someone who he felt he could connect with. And the fact that you had just called his flat home, made him happy. Which is why everything had to work out.

“So Y/N, I need to go look for Jin, but you can go to my room and wait there, I promise it won’t be long. It’s the third door on the right.” He pointed you towards a narrow corridor behind a door that joined the living room and where you assumed the bedrooms were.

You nodded, and took off, walking towards his room. The third door on the right. You opened the door gingerly, and walked in, almost too ashamed to look inside his room, feeling like you were invading his privacy. You sat down on the bed, and placed your hands on your knees looking down.

One, two, three… Five minutes passed, and Jimin still hadn’t arrived. You were considering getting up to find him, but you rejected the idea, he was probably still busy with Jin.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” You heard a low, raspy voice ask from the doorframe.

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I adore this blog, you create such high quality images of our favourite ladies. As for requests, Nyotengu is my queen and I can't get enough of her. On that note, could we maybe see some pics of her in her Halloween 2014 costume, (with her full original hairstyle) in future? Keep up the excellent work!

Winter’s Witch Part 6

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Swearing
Summary: Bucky Barnes had just escaped his captors, Hydra. He didn’t know where to go, or what to do. Somehow, he manages to stumble into a girl’s apartment who he’s met before. The twist is- she’s not your average girl.
A/N: This is really short chapter but it’s a lead up to the next chapter *dun dun dunnn* I hope you enjoy regardless!
Word Count: 1.6K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

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OUAT 4x03 Recap: Rocky Road

A glance back at episode three of the new season. Spoilers! (duh)

Roland Hood: Adorable genius mastermind. Kids everywhere, take note.

“Please Mom can we get some ice-cream? Regina let me”.

Played like a boss Roland, well done. 

How pissed is she gonna be when she realises that dagger is no more magical than a toilet brush.

The rare and exotic sighting of a non-white castmember.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and Thor? Regina has good taste in comics. 

Also, if operation Mongoose doesn’t involve furry little costumes, or at least printed novelty t-shirts, I’m gonna be devastated.

Regina’s right (for once), that painting coupled with the wallpaper offends the eyes.

“The kiss… it didn’t work because of… the um, the barrier.” Awkward.

“I don’t have time to argue about this, can you just once do what I say?”

The look every man knows only too well.

Once Upon a Budget Restriction

Wow, wouldja look at the size of that army. One WHOLE tent and some torches in the background, thanks ABC. *Casts a jealous eye at Game of Thrones*

Although the hair and makeup department really came through with those mutton chops. Hans’ determination to conquer Arendelle is adorably optimistic, especially after what happened last time.

“Last time, why last time, I didn’t have THIS!”

… Hans, dude, that’s a crudely drawn picture of an urn. No really, I think props department got the teenage intern to draw that ten minutes before shooting. You ain’t gonna be taking over nowhere with that. 

“Hi everyone, my name’s Will Scarlett and I have a real English accent”.

*side-eyes to Captain Hook".

Most buddy-cops bust cocaine rings and smuggling rackets, these guys find themselves starring in “Swan & Charming and the case of the ice cream shop that was suspiciously cold”. 

“I press the Emma button and she answers, usually." 

Just wait until he discovers the pizza button. 

Was this supposed to be a reference to TLC's Waterfall? Because that’s all I got from it. 

So that's why the Snow Queen has been in Storybrooke these past four seasons and we haven’t hear from her. She was busy with her 90’s girlband tribute act.

Also, yes costume department. Yes.

Why do these two end up on the floor at least once per episode? 

At first glance frozen Marian was mistaken for rasta Marian.

*Try not to look too happy he’s just declared his love for you over the body of his dying wife. Dammit Regina, stop smiling, godammit I’m a terrible person*.

Probably one of the loveliest scenes ever, but let’s not pretend the middle of the road is a good place for a makeout session. Let’s see how good at surviving you are Hook when Little Bo Peep rolls along in her jeep. 

"It’s getting quite frosty”

Ha, Rumple, we see what you did there. Never change. 

Once Upon a Time Sunday’s 8/7c on ABC.


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LA Times Q&A

Benedict Cumberbatch is chasing the sun. Fresh off an island vacation with fiancée Sophie Hunter and just out of a steam at the Parker Palm Spring’s sauna, Cumberbatch is moving his patio chair clockwise around a firepit on a chilly January afternoon. “There’s no shame today,” says Cumberbatch, clad in gray sweatpants and a vintage Pink Floyd T-shirt. “I’m going back to England, where it’s like the Arctic Circle. I need to store up the sun now, otherwise I’ll get rickets by the time I step off the plane.”

Cumberbatch has landed in Palm Springs along with the rest of the cast of “The Imitation Game” to accept an ensemble award at the Palm Springs International Film Festival. The movie, a look at the life of Alan Turing, the Cambridge genius who led the team that cracked the Enigma code that Nazi Germany used to encrypt its radio transmissions during World War II, premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival in September and recently won eight Oscar nominations, including nods for best picture and for Cumberbatch’s lead turn.

We moved right alongwith the 38-year-old actor as he shifted his chair to account for the dying light and spoke about his eventful journey between Toronto and Palm Springs.

You look a lot more relaxed than when I saw you last in Toronto.

It was a really steep incline toward Christmas, just crazy, finishing “Richard III” [which will be featured in the BBC’s “The Hollow Crown” series], getting ready for the holidays, moving around seeing different families. That was a big induction this Christmas. A whole new world opens up. And then we were able to just breathe, be in the present tense, be in one place, just relaxing and … [Cumberbatch leans forward and drops his voice to an excited whisper]. That’s Robert Duvall! Wow! [Duvall, also in Palm Springs for the festival, walks by on a path about 20 yards away.]

I’ve never met an actor who doesn’t idolize him. Have you ever met him?

He’s one of the masters. I haven’t met him. I’d love to.

Maybe tonight at the gala?

As a fanboy, yeah, to just touch the hem of the garment. But at the same time, to get a meaningful moment, you need to be away from the circus. That’s why I’ve enjoyed the acting roundtables I’ve done in this roar. You get to have a free-flowing conversation about acting stuff.

Have you learned anything from those conversations?

Well, you have that moment where you meet your heroes and, initially, they’re just something “other.” And then the common ground of what we do for a living erases that. The best thing about the job is that it breaks down class and age and sex and race and transcends those things. You’re never one person. You’re always part of a team.
That’s why I love this award we’re getting tonight. It’s a great excuse for us to get together and have a giggle. [Looking around the expansive grounds.]Put us in a place with a cricket pitch over there and a fire pit right here. Later tonight, we can get a bit feral. Maybe burn some notes like we did at the end of “The Imitation Game.”

Invite Robert Duvall to join you …

Absolutely. He will be right here, presiding over the proceedings, calmly steering things.

Just going by the way you photobombed U2 with that impressive leap at last year’s Oscars, you seem to enjoy these events.

The Oscars were really good fun. And, yes, I leapt and bound all over the place.

Which you blame on Ellen DeGeneres, right?

And vodka.

That seems to be a running thing with you when you do something silly …

I’m drunk. That’s not actually true. I wish I could blame the evils of alcohol and say, “Kids: Don’t go there.” But that … happens when I’m sober. It would have happened. And I say “drunk,” but I had a little slurp of a tiny miniature. It was just the high of the whole thing. A friend of mine did literally say, “Get a photo of U2 if you can.” Not with them. Just of them. And I thought, “I don’t have my camera phone and I’m not going to ask for a selfie with U2.”

You showed some impressive height on that leap.

White boy can jump.

U2 attended this event last year. Everyone ignored the movie stars and went straight for Bono.

Does rock star trump movie star? Well, unless they’re selling tickets for Hamlet faster than a Beyonce and Jay Z tour. [Cumberbatch’s upcoming, summer 12-week “Hamlet” run in London sold out instantly.] But, by and large, yes.
But I’m still thinking about what I learned in those roundtable conversations. The fundamental thing I learned was how many actors said there’s not a singular way of approaching the job, which is a relief to me. The first person who told me that was Meryl Streep. We were making “August: Osage County” and I said, “I hate to do this but it’s an opportunity to talk about your process. How do you start? You’ve got the depression, the alcoholism, the cancer, the grief, so many states. It’s so richly comic and deeply upsetting at the same time.” And she went [Cumberbatch does a dead-on Streep impersonation], “I don’t really have a singular approach. I wouldn’t be able to do half the things I’ve done if I had one way of working. Sometimes it’s outside in, sometimes it’s inside out.” And I thought, “Oh god. I adore her!”

What about practical advice for negotiating Hollywood? What’s the best you’ve heard?

“Always take Fountain.” Wasn’t it Bette Davis who said that? That’s come in handy many times. Because the traffic on Sunset … forget it.

That’s it?

I’ve been chugging away in my career 10 years. That helps you prepare for the exposure. And there are things now which make it easier to escape the obsession with self. If you have someone you love and you’re devoted to them and it’s a proper devotional love — as I do in my life — there’s nothing better than that tonic. First of all, you have your world between you and that person. But also, being devoted to that person takes you away from yourself. There’s someone more important. Not that that’s a reason to be in a relationship, but it’s a very healthy byproduct of it when you’re doing such an obsessional job as acting can be.

Paul Thomas Anderson recently said that having kids helps too. With them, you realize you’ve already done your best work, so it frees you to be a little looser with your day job.

I salute that principle 100 … no not more than 100%. I’m not Simon Cowell. [Cumberbatch breaks into a Cowell impersonation] “One hundred and fifty percent!” There’s no such thing. I get very nerdy every time he does that on “The X Factor.” He’s brilliant and I completely endorse every thing he does … except for the math part.

You once said your greatest regret was not being a dad by the age of 32. Why 32?

When I was growing up, I had a weird obsession with 32 being the mark of adulthood and that was part of what I thought that might mean, naively. It was just a hunch about a number. I was always a bit of an old soul. I wasn’t really interested in being young. I mean, I wasn’t eccentric.
But I’m glad it didn’t happen. Things happen for a reason. And I’m definitely with the right person for that. So no regrets … [Actor David Oyelowo, who plays Martin Luther King Jr. in “Selma,” approaches.] David! How are you? The back of your head is everywhere. As I was driving in last night, I kept seeing it all over the place.

Oyelowo: I’ve got one of the most famous backs of heads in history. But you … Richard III, Hamlet, Sherlock … are there three of you? You’re setting the bar too high. It’s hard keeping up with you.

Cumberbatch: What I fear, if the work gets diluted, people will go, “Well, he just took on too much.” But, to be honest, I just can’t turn down those opportunities.

Oyelowo: Somehow, I don’t think people are going to be saying, “He spread himself too thin.” [The two talk a bit more before Oyelowo takes his leave. I tell Cumberbatch, who hasn’t yet seen “Selma,” that some have said the movie isn’t fair to President Lyndon Johnson. “The Imitation Game” has also caught flak, with a few critics saying the movie should have shown Turing’s sexuality on screen.]

How do you balance legacy and storytelling in fact-based movies like yours and “Selma”?

You can’t do one without the other. The argument with ours, that you don’t see him being sexually active, upset me because we weren’t shy of it. I’m not interested in the vanity of a character or my own vanity as an actor. The idea that for a second I would want to do that or the film would do that is perverse.
The whole structure of the film is about showing a man who had a life that wasn’t allowed. So, what, you need to prove that he was gay by seeing him be with a man? Whether it was something we needed to see because it was very much a part of his life is another argument, but I would argue that in our paradigm, it just would have looked really stuck in for good measure; it would have looked distasteful.

There could be another movie made about that aspect of his life.

There are so many movies to be made of this story. We have only two hours. It packs quite a punch, our film. At one moment, it’s war-espionage thriller, the next moment a tragic story of a man wronged by an intolerant society, the next moment a celebration of someone who’s different.
Everyone has a version of the story they want to see and I completely respect that. And, obviously, they are going to have to respect me being defensive about it because I’m in the thick of it, trying to be fair and uncompromising in my portrayal of this great man.

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