i can't tell if i really like this or not but here

here’s the thing: I liked la la land. It was a cute movie. the dancing was fun. cinematography wise? breathtaking

but you know what really, really bothered me while I was watching it?

all of the diversity in the background

they’re in LA. there’s men and women of every color dancing and singing in the opening number. it really reflects how diverse and wonderful LA really is!

and then the story begins and we zoom in on… two white people falling in love

one of whom is obsessed with preserving Jazz as a musical genre

look me in the eyes and TELL ME WHY a white actor had to play that role

Jazz has DISTINCTLY black roots

we could have had an interracial couple

HELL, we could have had a struggling black musician and a struggling black actress trying to get her big break

and it sucks because while I DO love Gosling and Stone and they did a great job

all I can do is look at the movie and feel the POTENTIAL that it had, had they casted their leads differently

so yeah it bothers me when they act like la la land was “such a feat” and they were “worried it wouldn’t have an audience” when like… come on. two well known white leads falling in love. gimme a break.

Here is the transparent for anyone else who wants it :) 

I think for this one if you use it for edits PLEASE TELL ME! SO I CAN GUSH OVER WHATEVER YOU MAKE! Like please, seriously @me or tag tandk/tottyandkara and let me see!! ‘Cause I’ll for sure want to see :D

I’m really excited for the episode this Monday all the way through the crossover. I think Mon-el’s secret will be a big deal, but it won’t break them up they are too strong for that. Instead I think they will be arguing right before or up until Kara gets put into a coma. There will be lots of angst and worry and hopefully some tearful scenes (I live for the on half of a relationship being gravely hurt trope). I think towards the end of the crossover Kara and Mon-el will hash things out and become stronger than ever. Realizing that they mean too much to each other to let the secret pull them apart. Barry will hopefully be a big part of this explaining that he had done something almost the same, and I want him to tell Kara and Mon-el it’s not worth being upset because you might be faced with the prospect of losing your loved one (like Barry is right now with Iris). I am here, ready and excited for all of this.

I remain very bitter that there’s never an option to like…. defend Scourge.

Master Kaiden pulls a lightsaber on Scourge when you take him to meet the Jedi Council, where’s my option to yell at him to PUT THAT THING AWAY he’s here to help????

Satele tells him “Well you only helped for selfish reasons (wanting?? to LIVE??? is selfish apparently???) but I guess even you deserve this mandatory End of Star Wars Movie medal…” 

and all I can say is “No, he doesn’t :/”, ask some completely off the cuff question that has no place here???, and then derisively laugh that he’ll be a Jedi before we know it

when I just want to tell her “Oh my god, shut up, we literally never would have gotten any of this accomplished without him.”

Idk, just, there are so few dialogue options that let you be respectful toward him it really bothers me.

Everything you can say to/about him is either pedantic and condescending af or “muahaha darkside”, why can’t there just be an actually… accepting?? option??

like, Scourge tells you he’ll teach your kids in “the proper ways of the force” bcs u surprised him and all you can do is clutch your pearls in terror, tell him to ensure they dominate the galaxy or go “ew.” 

Where’s my “….. I’m learning to translate from the Sith Speech Impediment you suffer from and get that you mean you’ll always be there for me and mine and I appreciate that, thanks.”

There’s some really good dialogue between Scourge and the Knight but god so much of it really is just bogged down in preachy LS drabble or cliche DS nattering :////////

Alright guys I'ma try to take a break from drawing and tumblr today because my Idiotic self stayed up to PROBABLY 3am passing out in a discord vc COMPLETELY disregarding that I get sick if I stay up to certain amounts SO YEA I MIGHT BE AROUND LIKING THINGS HERE AND THERE BUT MAIN PURPOSE IS JUST TO RELAX XD


see you around, drummer girl.

you can see the exact moment i gave up on this doodle but i kinda like her expression and hair so thought i’d share.

anonymous asked:

Should I feel bad for sorta not feeling angry for netflix's death note? Like the story of death note can be done anywhere so it doesn't really feel like whitewashing more like a retelling? Like I could understand if it took place in Japan but it obviously doesn't? Idk I feel Im wrong about this.

Tbh I am not here to tell you what you should feel about it but do consider if you only feel so removed from it because you’re not affected by the whitewashing of the story. Asian folks, especially Asian American people, STRUGGLE to be cast in general and in THEIR OWN STORIES because people want their pop culture, media, and cultural contributions but not them. They literally could’ve had it still take place here but cast Japanese Americans but they were lazy and made it about a white boy named Light *Turner*.

Consider if your indifference is caused by distance from the issue at hand.

Two weeks ago my therapist tried to ask me what it might feel like to live in one room versus living in a whole house. I didn’t understand what she meant, even though the analogy is apt enough for what she wanted. I told her that I have always lived in all the rooms, that I’ve never been good at filling one and living within the boundaries of it. My mind paces. It never stops. I’m not sure I’d want it to. 

What she really wanted to know, though, as we figured out, was the difference for me between being and inhabiting. That’s a stickier wicket and a harder question to answer. I’ve been trying to answer it myself for at least the last five years, but it’s something I was kicking around long before that. Long before I wrote the words: 

You miss the way every little thing
used to speak up and tell you
that you were still here.

Am I still here? And if not, where am I? Does it even matter?

Friday I got home from work and couldn’t stand to be with myself, so I changed my shoes and went back out for a walk. I shoved my hands in the pockets of my jacket and thought about what I was feeling, trying to pinpoint its brother feeling to see if I could find my way back to feeling like me. I think it was homesickness. Or something akin to homesickness. 

Not necessarily for a place, though I think more and more about moving back to Florida and what it would mean for my future. If I would return as a failure who gave up or as someone who has learned about herself and is ready to move on. What would I move on to? What else is there?

I don’t know. I can’t figure it out. And I’m going to have to go back to my therapist tomorrow empty handed, with nothing but a couple of old poems and some snippets of the cyberpunk to show for this hollow personhood. Not that I haven’t been working on it. I have. I’ve written something every day. Some of the ruminations are long, many of them are unweildy. The shortest and most succinct of them reads: 

Being is feeling your heart where it’s buried in your chest. 

Inhabiting is thinking that the echo is coming from the floorboards.

And on some levels, forget who I am, I’m still stuck on why I am. Why are any of us? Why are some people love and some people fear and some people hope and some people violence? Why are some people messy and splattered in all of it? Is it better to be simple or complicated? Is it a virtue to know? 

I don’t know. I can’t figure it out. This knowledge alludes me and taunts me. So I sit down with my paper and pen and try again. 

Being is accepting the future as a promise, a dimension through which we all pass with no fault or hurry. To allow yourself to feel the weight of it. It is coming and it is welcome. 

Inhabiting is pretending, like every new day is a happy surprise, like your time resets when you wake, living twenty-four hours at a time and defying the people who would love you to save them the trouble, to save yourself.


Screenshots from episodes 4 and 5. Things that are important here: the use of the words team and family.

Keith doesn’t want Pidge to leave the team, but he doesn’t specifically mention the team. He mentions people’s families, which is what Pidge was worried about. No doubt he was attempting to make her reconsider by using a word she was inherently interested in and was sensitive to. Others have mentioned before how ironic/nice is is of Keith to say that specifically, considering he’s an orphan and how the reason he wants Pidge to stay is because she, along with the others, are his family now.

It’s actually Shiro who uses the word team. He tells Keith that people can’t be forced into the team, they must want to stay. He’s not talking about family (specifically), but about the team of paladins they have formed.

Then cut to episode 5 and after they’ve dealt with Sendak, it’s Shiro who starts saying he can’t help but feel like Pidge was meant to be part of the team, but won’t stop her if she wants to leave. That’s when Pidge recalls her father’s words that his team was like family. Pidge is the first person to associate the two words, and Keith immediately says “welcome back to the team”, a clear call back to Shiro’s words back in episode 4 about how a team/family can’t be forced.

Keith is welcoming her back to his family.

saltedfrosting  asked:

OOC: Hello again! Sorry for the random message, but I was having a really rough day the other day and your Post with Vani being nude and Ven getting all blushy gave me a much needed laugh. :) I'd like to give you a present as thanks but I can't draw! XD I can however write a good story! Are there any Ships you really like? :)

ah, you don’t have to make any present—it’s really okay! I’m glad you liked my recent photoset, I guess it’s really funny (lmao i laughed my ass off) all what I wanted was to bring joy to this place and I’m happy to see that’s happening right now.

buut if you insists, I can actually tell you my ships.

my moment to talk about ships has come!! jkjkjk.


ah well…it’s really tough to choose which ship I love the most….mmh

I don’t know…………

i mean, it’s not like they like each other or something….

i am crying this is too hard

ok i think i love vanven, yes, i love them.

anonymous asked:

I lol every time a lucy fan is bitching about erza's screentime, when her fav character is just as bad as erza, and nalu is a toxic cringe.

I didn’t write a big giant post about Mashima sucking Natsu’s and Erza’s dicks so you could dismiss someone who didn’t mention NaLu in their ask even once as a blind ship-happy whiner.

I will sit here and stubornly defend the idea that Lucy isn’t even half as bad as Erza, don’t test me.

Whatever you do, don’t think of little Velora Vessar hearing about Vox Machina’s fantastic adventures while in Emon and getting turned down when she tries to get the other elven children of Syngorn to play Vox Machina with her during playtime.

Don’t think of Velora Vessar returning to Syngorn with fantastic stories of her older siblings to tell all her friends only to be told by their parents and her teachers and eventually even her friends that Vex and Vax are gross and dirty half breeds.

Don’t think of Velora Vessar getting into fights over her siblings and the fantastic battles they’ve had (“My brother and sister killed a dragon!”) and coming home with scraped knuckles and bruised arms.

Absolutely do not think of Velora Vessar yelling at her father across he dinner table because he’s told her they’re not really her siblings (“Yes they are! They love me and I love them! I wish they were here!”) and getting sent to her room where she hugs an owlbear plushie and looks out the window, dreaming of the day she can be just like her heroes, her siblings, her Vex and Vax.

anonymous asked:

i didnt think tae was weird at all until i noticed your anons, do you think he has changed?

yeah, i really do. i think he’s changed quite a bit in the last year and some. it’s gotten to the point where i have to wonder how people don’t notice it. especially when he’s in a group/with the other members. he really has withdrawn/receded and mellowed recently.

taehyung really truly seems like he has a bit of his guard up recently, more than usual. he’s always had barriers here and there, even when he was more wild and goofy when he was a teenager. but now, it’s gotten a bit more clear that he’s matured at the very least.

Marichat Week (Day 1)

“Hey, Kitty. Sometimes I seriously wonder who it is you come over to see. Is it me, or my family you’re dating?”

aka can it still count as secret dating if your parents know about it?

“Bonjour, princesse. Fancy meeting you here.”

Marinette rolled her eyes at the masked boy that leapt onto her terrace. The sun shined down on his black-leather suit, but somehow the smile one his face shined brighter.

 “Totally, how wouldn’t you expect to see me on my own terrace?” Chat Noir grinned as he stood closer to her. He mimicked her relaxing stance, leaning his arms against the railing.

“What can I say? My lady, dragged me back in.” He teased with a cheeky grin, taking her hand in his and pressing a tender kiss to it. 

Marinette laughed as she pulled her hand away and poked his nose “I think the cat dragged himself in this time. What are you doing here? I was expecting someone … else.” 

Chat turned a little somber, resting his arms on the railings just as Marinette had been, “someone else had a little trouble convincing is father of letting him out of the house by himself. Even though said father wasn’t planning on spending any time with his son inside the house anyways.”

Marinette let out a huff as she leaned next to him, her back against her railing. “Why am I not surprised? I’m sorry, Adrien.” she gave him a sympathetic look, her fingers pressing lightly on his arm.

He gave her a sad smile before turning his gaze back towards the view. Marinette’s roof was small, but it had the loveliest view. As well as the most beautiful hostess. 

 Adrien shot a cheeky, Chat grin at Marinette, “I don’t suppose you’re feline up to entertaining your favorite superhero, are you?”

Marinette rolled her eyes momentarily, and Adrien was suddenly expecting her to push him away for ruining the moment so soon. But her face suddenly became flirtatious, her face leaning closer to his own, fingers resting tighter on his arm, “Chat Noir, you’re a real pain in the ass. But your ass is mine.”

Adrien let out what could only be described as a squeak just as a knock was heard.

“Marinette, is someone in there with you?” a voice sounded from the inside of Marinette’s home. Chat’s ears shifted, but he relaxed and he let out a pleased smile as they picked up who it was.

“No, mom! Just the stray cat that likes to stop by!” Marinette stifled a laugh as Chat Noir pouted at her with faux-watery eyes.

Chat could sense Sabine Cheng had popped her head through Marinette’s trap door, as her shout became louder, “Well, tell the cat to come down! We’ve got some sweets for him!” Chat’s eyes widened in delight and he made a pleading gesture with his hands to Marinette. She shook her head at his antics, but gestured him permission to step into her room.

Marinette opened the latch and shook her head as Chat bounced into the room, off of her bed, and right in front of her mom. She held an assortment of chocolate chips cookies in her hand, a gentle smile on her lips. “Hello dear, would you like to step in and have some milk as well, or do you need to leave right away?”

Chat had been looking greedily at the cookies, but gave a bow of respect to Sabine. “I could never just dash and dine with you, Madame! Especially with such a generous offer.”

“Oh, you sweet boy! See Marinette, I told you he was a keeper!” Sabine commented as she began to descend down the hatch as Chat followed behind her. He turned to give Marinette a cheeky grin as they descended down the stairs, to which she stuck her tongue out at in response.

“Be careful there, sweetie. We’ve got a cat here that can get that tongue!” standing in the living room was Marinette’s father, Tom Dupain, pulling out freshly baked quiches from their oven.

“TOM!” Chat exclaimed, almost jumping with excitement at the sight of the older man.

“How are you, son?” Tom placed the quiches on the counter before shaking Chat’s hand. Being so large, Chat shook around a little bit but he laughed all the same. 

“Excellent, now that I’m here!”

“Good, good. No akumas beat you up too badly?”

“Nothing I can’t scrape out of. Although, I’ve got a pretty sweet nurse to look out for me if I ever need it.” Chat innocently placed his hands behind his back, shooting a loving smirk in Marinette’s direction.

“Don’t cats like to lick their own wounds?” Marinette crossed her arms, returning the smirk to the boy next to her father.

Me-owch!” the room lit up in laughter. Adrien couldn’t help the sense of belonging that arose in his heart. No matter what form, he loved coming here. It felt like home.

“So son, are you up for some video games? Maybe together we can beat Marinette’s high score on Ultimate Mecha Strike III.”

“Absolutely! To the controllers, it’s off the hook!” Tom and Chat made the same, ridiculous stance and Sabine and Marinette laughed quietly as they watched them boys.

“We sure picked a couple of keepers, didn’t we?” Sabine commented to her daughter before pulling Tom’s hand from it’s position in the air and led him into the kitchen to finish cooking lunch.

“Absolutely,  Marinette replied to her mother as Chat Noir stepped near to her. She could no longer stop herself from returning the happy grin that had been on his face since he had stepped into her house. “Hey kitty, sometimes I seriously wonder who it is that you come over to see. It is me or my family that you’re dating?”

Chat took hold of Marinette’s hands, swinging them around as he pretended to ponder her question for a moment, “Well, you see, from my point of view… why not have both?” he seemed to question, before grasping her suddenly by the waist and pulling her close into his arms.

Marinette giggled, her arms encircling around his neck, “Am I not good enough for you, handsome boy?” her left hand crept into his hair and she gently scraped his head. Her other hand trailed down to flick the bell around his neck before returning back to the nape of his neck.

Chat had closes his eyes, his mouth letting out a quite purr at the feeling of Marinette so close to him. He pressed his forehead to hers and she suddenly felt short of breath, “Marinette, you will always be more than enough for me.”

Marinette’s heart became to beat wildly. She smiled as she let one of her hands gently touch the skin on his face, enjoying this tender moment with him. “And you will always be more than enough for me.”

A resounding “awww” came from the direction of the kitchen, which only made Adrien smile even more. His hearing went numb as Marinette pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. A purr began emitting from his chest, drowning out any other sound that could distract Marinette from the boy in her arms. 

“Do you think they’ve realized that he’s not Adrien right now?”

Shhh! Don’t ruin the moment, dear.”

@imnobodysson​ || Con’t

Everyone had disappeared to parts unknown; some had work, some needed sleep, some went off together, it was hard to tell really where everyone had flitted off to. But the music was still playing and she was still tipsy, and the moves Octavia and Odessa had been teaching her ate away at the back of her mind, so with the apartment mostly empty, she’d started to dance, free from the kind-but-judging eyes of the girls teaching her.

She’d gotten her shirt off when a voice sounded and she spun towards Murphy with a squeak of surprise and embarrassment, her face flushing. “Murphy! I- sorry, I thought, you were asleep.” She stuttered out the first part, her words evening out as she tucked her hands behind her, her shirt balled between her hands. “I was uhm, practicing. Octavia and Odessa are getting me a job at Trikru…” God this was embarrassing, but Octavia had told her (when she realized Fox had trouble moving without turning red) to use the nerves to push herself, so she shrugged at him, smiling hopefully. “Want to be my first judge?”

The really interesting thing about making a text post on this site is that the formatting of the post is really the most critical thing about it. You could be telling the funniest story in the world but if it’s presented in this hugeass block paragraph, it’s not going to get a single note. And format also lends to the delivery of the post’s message or joke, depending.


  • A post typed like this is usually informative. Typically not the kind of shit you want to go with if you’re telling a joke, because it sounds formal and stiff. Why do we need all of these periods? Who knows. Useful for getting attention for more serious issues, though, considering formatting like this is so rare on here.
  • But, you can tell a joke in this format if you add in a few run-on sentences, skimp on a bit of grammar, and throw in some colloquial language tho, since that way you’re maintaining an informal voice. Good for telling long jokes. 
  • a post like this is ~*casual*~ and fun lmao. good for short jokes. lack of capitalization can start grating on the nerves for long ones. 
  • posts that escalate usually tell an absurd story that the poster stILL CAN’T BELIEVE HAPPENED. typically start with no capitalization because the capitalization will come later, just you wait
  • posts w lots of word shortenings nd purposeful spelling mistaeks r typically employed 2 a) make a callback to Dark Days where we all used this diction unironically or b) make shitposts. see @thebootydiaries 4 exampels
  • posts with a lot of question marks are just?????? funny????????? I dunno, I don’t make the rules

I mean, again, most of these formatting rules are used to aid in the making of dumb jokes, but it’s super interesting how we kinda take this all into account automatically, since we built these syntax rules ourselves. And even more interesting is that we know immediately when someone doesn’t know these rules, which is why companies (except Denny’s which has capitalized on weird, surrealist shitposting) typically fail at connecting to the Youths™. Because we literally speak a different language.

Hamilton bootleg thoughts

It’s hilarious that some anti-bootleg people are saying “I’m not privileged! I’m just saving money to go! And I’ll still have to drive, like, 4 hours!!”
oh no…. how terrible it must be….. four hours….. and here I am, continents away, thinking I was so unfortunate….. oh you have opened my eyes…… 

smh there isn’t even a confirmation that it’s gonna be filmed, just an old article from last year that said it might be filmed: 

“I said we WANT to film the show with this cast before the year is out. That’s all I said. There are no plans for anything yet.”— Lin-Manuel Miranda (@Lin_Manuel) October 5, 2015

come on guys. stop telling us to wait for something that probably isn’t even going to happen. you can guilt-trip me into buying tickets (and I will, with pleasure) when they tour in Armenia. thanks.