i grew up watching this movie over and over again

I watched Boruto the other day and at the end of the movie I started to cry, not from joy but from sadness. Sadness over what Naruto has become, he is my favorite character, always has been and I don’t even recognize him anymore.

My heart hurts for the nothing he has become. They’ve brainwashed him, thrown him into the he dirt, made him pop some pills and fake that smile all over again. Yet, he is proclaimed to be happy. Naruto from Shippuden is not the naruto I see now. “Oh he just grew up” NO, growing up doesn’t change someone so energetic, spunky and outgoing as Naruto was into this dead beat he is today. If that happens to someone, there is something in their life that happened that made them change.

Naruto needs to be free, not bound down by a family and a job. He was so happy… What happened to his energy? He inspired me growing up, now he’s dead.

I don’t know if it was just me trying to be rebellious against my parents - because both my parents were in television - but I don’t think that I ever expected this. I grew up never watching television, mostly because what you chose to watch was kind of a political act in my family. If it’s not dad or mom’s show, it says a lot, you know? So I just didn’t want to watch TV. I became obsessed with film and theater, because I could watch these films over and over again. It seemed, to me, like such a different type of creation where you were creating this one thing that was going to stand the test of time, or not. I loved movies and plays because they were constantly regenerating or having a new opinion of something — a new version. You could do Shakespeare 10,000 different ways. I could watch The Godfather 10,000 times and still find something new in it. And because I was drawn more to film and theater, I never imagined myself being in television, especially not in the same role for seven years. It’s bizarre now, looking back on those seven years — entering the final season and being like, ‘Oh my god, it seemed so long and yet it went by so quickly!’

An INTJ’s life - What I do on the days I do nothing

I’ve always been curious to know what people do when they have no official schedule to attend, I think it really gives the idea of what kind of people they are. So here’s the list of what I usually do on those “lazy” (more or less) days on which I don’t even want to meet with my friends. 

  • Sleeping. That’s right. On busy days I keep a rigid sleeping schedule (I try to never lack sleep because that makes me work less efficiently) so whenever I have a free day I make sure I take an our for myself to sleep a bit or just lay on the bed, if I prefer. But I don’t oversleep, not even on vacation, because I hate the headache and feeling drowsy. 
  • Excercising. I’ve decided that I want to be a more active person so recently I’ve been exercising every day. 
  • Getting new ideas, which for me it means reading articles and magazines. I’m into fashion, so I might read articles on Elle (sometimes they make me discover new inspiring people) and look at the clothes. Super relaxing. I’d like to start reading some scientific magazine too, so if you have any suggestion let me know.
  • Drawing. I love art, so that’s what I do when I’m free. If I really want to relax, I’ll copy from a reference or from reality (which, of the two, is actually what I like to do most).
  • Answering asks on Tumblr or writing long posts. While I take notes of the ideas for the short posts as soon as they come during the day, I need more time to answer asks, so I wait until I have free time. That’s why it always takes long, sorry! But I really like writing so it’s a pleasure for me - that’s why it is a perfect activity for a low key day. 
  • Reading, but not as much as you might think. I like reading, and I’ve have periods of my life when that was the main thing I did but as I grew up I started liking many more things and my time shrank. I generally read novels when I’m bored of real life, articles on the internet about my current obsession almost every day (but for a longer time when I have nothing to do). 
  • Catching up on TV shows. Yes, I’m human too.
  • Watching my favorite movies again or re-reading my favorite books, among of which there’s “The Great Gatsby” and “The Odyssey”. I read somewhere that watching our favorite movies over and over again, because of of the story’s predictability, relaxes us and makes us feel safe for a while in a world unpredictable and ever-changing. That’s true.
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Goofy Movie Characters.


The other day I had “1 2 1” stuck in my head for some reason and then I was compelled to draw this.

Like The Lion King, The Goofy Movie was one of those movies you grew up with and watched over and over again on VHS.

It would be cool to do Aristocats and Oliver and Company too and maybe Robin Hood..Who knows. Anyway, Enjoy!

Tutor [JiKook]

Originally posted by lethargicmin

Summary: In which Jimin is Jungkook’s American History tutor, and Jungkook can’t help but fall for his tutor.

Word count: 2 056

Type: Angst / Fluff

Pairing: Jikook

A/N: This scenario is the first scenario posted according to our OTP Month. yay! I sincerely hope yiu baby stars do enjoy this scenario, and many others that will be coming up soon! Just a warning, I was reading The Perks Of Being A Wallflower while I was in the middle of writing this, so this scenario will be kind of triggering? depressing? I’m sorry if it is! There will be happy and fluffy scenarios posted soon, I promise! x

Happy reading! x


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“Jungkook?”


“Yes?”


“Are you even listening to me?”


Jungkook was pulled out of his deep stare which was purely concentrated on the magical crafting of Jimin’s hands that delicately pushed away the sight of his phone that displayed a text from someone Jungkook saw didn’t have a name in Jimin’s phone but a red heart emoji. Jungkook frowned when he saw that. Of course, Jimin just had to be taken, he was too beautiful not to be.


“Honestly, no.” Jungkook answered Jimin - his American History tutor - with a simple and closed mouth smile.


Jimin chuckled lightly at the younger boy’s honesty, glancing over at his phone that lit up once again, this time showing that Jimin was getting a call from this ‘heart emoji’ person. Jungkook rolled his eyes at the sight. Jimin sheepishly apologized, taking his phone as he stood up from his chair and walked away to talk to the “heart emoji person” in private. But Jungkook was the nosy type, especially when it came to Jimin, and hid behind a white painted wall and quietly listened to Jimin’s conversation.


“I’m at Jungkook’s house.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just tutoring the boy.”

“I’m really tutoring him!”

“Don’t you trust me?”

Jimin was quiet for a while and Jungkook debated whether the heart emoji person had hung up on him or just had a lot to say. Just then, he heard Jimin sniff and right at that moment, he knew Jimin had started crying.


“…Okay.”

“I love you.”


The sad thing is, the heart emoji person never said he loved Jimin back and just hung up the phone, leaving him standing there all alone in that chilly hallway with a heart that had a hole which grew bigger and bigger the longer he stayed in his current relationship. Jungkook nibbled on his bottom lip, shaking his head in disapproval as he thought of why would Jimin get into a relationship with someone who always made him cry, or always made him feel bad about himself. He really couldn’t understand why.


Jungkook quietly walked back to the room that they were both studying in, heating Jimin walk in moments afterwards, his eyes puffy and a pale red colour. Jimin plastered a smile to his face, the fake smile pulling Jungkook’s heart into two opposite directions as he heard Jimin say, “Umm, that’s all for today. I’ve got really important stuff to do right now. I’m sorry, and I hope you understand.”


Jungkook didn’t understand, but as always, whenever Jimin said this, he let him go and stayed up late that night, staring up at the dark ceiling and just thinking of why did he let Jimin go.



The next day at school, he saw Jimin with bruises that littered his precious face - a pale purple bruise around his right eye, a cut lip and bruised nose. Jungkook heavily sighed when he saw this, regretting that he let Jimin go but even if he tried to convince Jimin to stay, Jimin was loyal to his heart emoji significant other and would leave Jungkook, who actually loved him.


Jungkook stood by his rusting locker, placing his books into his locker without a thought as he stared at Jimin, who wasn’t that far away from where he stood. Jimin was frantically searching through his locker, almost looking petrified as he looked for something he had presumably lost.


Suddenly, a boy, not even remotely attractive in Jungkook’s opinion creeped up on Jimin. Jimin froze when he realized someone was behind him, his chest not moving for a long moment before he slowly turned around and smiled nervously at the boy.


Jungkook arched his eyebrow, questioning what was going on before he witnessed Jimin lean in and just about to kiss the boy on the lips, but the boy brought his book to his face which resulted in Jimin kissing the surface of the book.


Jungkook watched on in surprise as Jimin flushed a pastel pink that showed how embarrassed he sincerely was, his boyfriend talking to Jimin, the boy nodding so quickly that Jungkook thought his head might fall off before Jimm shut his locker, running after his boyfriend, bumping into Jungkook in the process.


“Sorry.” Jimin instantly apologized as he collided with Jungkook, in too much of a rush to see that it was Jungkook he bumped into and quickly ran after his abusive boyfriend, Jungkook watching the whole scene with a deep frown spread across his face.


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“What was the period in American History where the Stock Market crashed and banks ran out of money, resulting in many people losing their jobs and having little money?” Jimin questioned Jungkook, who sat with his hands in lap while Jimin walked behind him, not wanting him to see the bruises on his face (even though Jungkook did see them).


“The Great Depression?” Jungkook spoke unsurely, the uncertainty in his voice bringing a smile to Jimin’s face that always made an appearance whenever he was around Jungkook.


  “Correct. You’re improving, Jungkook,” Jimin praised young Jungkook, reaching his hand out and lovingly ruffling Jungkook’s hair, the younger boy smiling a lovesick smile while he could physically feel his heart grow more and more fond of his tutor. “Okay, onto the next question. What was the 1920’s time period called? And what did people in the city do for entertainment?”


“The Roaring 20’s,” Jungkook answered diligently, nodding his head as if he was confirming to himself that he was indeed right, “And the people in the cities went to the movies for entertainment.”


“What kind of movies did they watch and why were they so popular?” Jimin further questioned, clutching the American History text book to his chest as he stared directly Jungkook, his eyes never growing tired of taking in the younger boy’s features - from his dark brown hair that gradually grew curly as time passed by to the pinkness of his small lips. Jungkook was a perfect painting of perfection, and was nice enough to Jimin that it made his heart swell with delight, knowing that there was actually someone out there who cared about him.


“They watched silent movies,” Jungkook answered, “But…I’m not sure about the other question.”


“You can try. I believe in you.” Jimin encouraged the boy, the boy turning his head and looking up at Jimin, the lighting in the room making him appear as some heavenly angel as his eyes sparkled and his white clothing just whispered heavenly over and over again. “Because there was a lot of immigrants that went to America that didn’t speak English, but could still enjoy the movie.” Jungkook answered proudly, showcasing his precious bunny smile that caused Jimin to smile as well, his eyes beginning to smile themselves.


“Correct!” Jimin cheered, the boys giving one another a high-five before Jimin said, “I told you you could do it.”


The boys just stared at each other for a long moment, taking in each other’s features and thinking how God damn beautiful and angelic the other one was and desperately wishing that somehow, someway they could be together. Even if it was for just one day. Just one day.



“Jimin? Where the fuck are you?!”


Jimin’s eyes widened, fear quickly pumping through his veins as he remained paralyzed for a split second before his hands began to shake. Jungkook raised his eyebrow, wondering who could of walked straight into his house without his permission, but didn’t have to wonder long as Jimin’s boyfriend walked into the room.


“Jimin? What the fuck? We were suppose to meet up thirty minutes ago!” Jimin’s boyfriend raised his voice, Jimin shaking at the sound of his loud voice as he looked down at the ground.


Jimin slowly turned around, holding the textbook close to his chest and hoping to God or whatever higher power that this wouldn’t always end up like it always did. He didn’t want anyone to know, especially Jungkook. He was too pure to know of such ugly things that happen to some people.


“I’m sorry,” Jimin apologized sincerely, hating that he found himself saying exactly this phrase repeatedly around his boyfriend. “I lost track of time.”


“You always lose track of time,” Jimin’s boyfriend complained with an angered expression growing on his face, “Once in a while, put me first, kay?”


“I’m so-” Jimin was just about to apologize yet again, but Jungkook interrupted him. “You’re such a dick.”


Jimin’s eyes suddenly enlarged, looking over at Jungkook and giving him a warning look that screamed don’t get involved but after seeing how mistreated Jimin was by the one person that was suppose to treat him best and how many scars and bruises his boyfriend caused, Jungkook couldn’t help but ignore Jimin’s warning gaze and finally do what he should of done a long time ago.


“What did you say?” Jimin’s boyfriend quizzed, pretending as if he didn’t hear Jungkook to make the younger boy rethink his words.


Jungkoook stood up, Jimin not taking this as a sign that something bad was to come and just watched as Jungkook stood before his boyfriend and said, “Did I stutter?”


Jimin’s boyfriend let out a snicker of amusement, looking past Jungkook, who stood before him with an intimidating look and said to Jimin, “You’ve got to be kidding me. This must be some kind of lame joke.”


“I’m afraid there’s no joke here, except you, of course.” Jungkook retorted with a teasing raised eyebrow, standing tall before a guy who was a few years older than him.


Out of nowhere, Jimin’s boyfriend had grabbed the front of Jungkook’s shirt with a tight grip, Jungkook not even shocked or surprised by the action while Jimin cried out, “Don’t hurt him! Please!”


“You’re a little punk, aren’t you?” Jimin’s boyfriend whispered, his words oozing with poison venom. “Stay out of this. It’s none of your fucking business.”


“It is my business when the person I love is being abused by someone who isn’t even remotely attractive.” Jungkook answered truthfully, Jimin looking up from his gaze on the ground and batting his eyelashes, stunned that Jungkook would make such a revelation, especially at this moment in time.


That’s it.” Jimin’s boyfriend stated, all before all hell broke lose, the sound of pained groans and bodies hitting the ground echoing throughout the cold house.


Jimin rushed over as soon as he saw Jungkook dodge a punch from his boyfriend, but receive one from Jungkook. He tried to pull them away from one another, risking getting injured but he didn’t care - he just wanted everything to just stop. Eventually, the fight did come to an end, Jimin’s boyfriend standing up from the wooden floor, spitting out a mouthful of blood before he loudly said, “We’re done, Jimin.” and then left.


Jimin stared out the open door for a long moment, realizing that he was now a free man and didn’t have to attend to his needs anymore because they were no longer dating. He hadn’t felt this alive and this happy in a long time. He turned to Jungkook, a soft smile of happiness spread across his face as he held out his hand, Jungkook giving the boy that bunny smile that Jimin loved endlessly before Jimin helped him up.


“Thanks,” Jungkook thanked the boy with a bashful smile and blush tinted cheeks, “I’m just gonna go and take care of these bruises.”


Jimin only nodded, Jungkook letting out a small sigh before he turned to walk towards the bathroom, his footsteps coming to a halt when he heard Jimin ask, “Did you really mean what you said back there?”


Jungkook stared down at the ground, a fond smile gradually developing on his face as he reminisced about all the times he had spent with Jimin and realized that, oh god he was in love with him. “Yes, I did.”


Jungkook heard the sounds of Jimin’s bare feet softly scrape against the smooth wooden floor, the footsteps drawing even closer and closer before Jimin’s vanilla scent filled his nostrils as he felt Jimin wrap his arms around him from the back. They remained in this position for had seemed like eternity, but was really only a long minute. Jimin smiled, breathing in Jungkook’s scent of cheap cologne and sunshine and responded with, “I love you, too.”


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~ Masterlist

The culture I grew up in religiously blanket bans the watching of rated R movies. Like, no matter how old you are, you are told over and over again that it is morally wrong for anyone to watch a rated R movie.

There was a company called CleanFlicks that sprung up in this heavily moralized atmosphere to ‘edit’ rated R movies to remove problematic content. The edited movies were then circulated as ‘acceptable’ to watch. It was shit. (That company was subsequently sued the Bajeebus out of and closed down. Thank god.)

So what was the result of this kind of blanket censorship? No one could individually question the judgment, or decide for themselves on an individual basis, since it was (and remains) a religiously mandated one. So no adults ever watched rated R movies. Adults couldn’t experience adult content.

So there was no way to be exposed to any kind of problematic content growing up. I didn’t know anything about the wider world. It was like growing up in a small fish bowl, and feeling evil for wanting to experience more.

The one bright light was books and the internet. Since they aren’t rated, it’s harder to restrict them. I could decide for myself what I wanted to read.

so yeah, I get really riled up about censorship. Get out of my face with that shit.

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It’s a little late, but we had a lot of demand for Evan’s bio!

Name: Evan Vihlen

Position
: Actor (Sirius Black)

Tumblr: http://evanrv.tumblr.com (Forgive me, I know, it’s awful. Or does everyone say that about their blogs?)

Qualifications
: Junior Acting Major at Emerson College. Taken multiple acting classes ranging from improv to scene study. In addition to classes, I have been a part of 20 productions throughout the past 7 years, 9 of which have been through Emerson College, 1 written and directed by me, and the rest either through my high school or community theatre.

What you’re most looking forward to in the film: The opportunity to play a part in my favorite childhood (and adult) series. I grew up reading and watching the series over and over again, and I am excited to become a part of this magical world. I am excited to see what the cast and crew bring to the table, and to see this world come alive once more.

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor forever and always

Fandoms (if applicable): Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, Attack on Titan, Teen Wolf, Anything Disney, Avatar: The Last Airbender (Not the movie), LoTR (not the Hobbit series), True Blood, Girls, American Horror Story, Hunger Games, Once Upon a Time, Orange is the New Black… It’s always a growing list and I am sure I have forgotten some stuff.

Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Knitting, Dancing, Going to the Theatre, Going to the movies, Netflix marathons, Pints of Ben and Jerry’s, Long walks, Swimming, the HGTV channel (or is that a fandom?), and a lot of other stuff I can’t think of right now.

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jayylindo

R.I.P. Mr. Williams, such an awesome,brilliant,stunning Actor. I grew up watching his movies (Jumanji, Jack, and Hook) would be played over and over again in my house, also Aladdin and flubber, anddddd because they were Disney… the Vhs tapes no longer work because i watched them too many times lol. He is one actor that has a place in my heart and i think it’s through using comedy….that’s how i let people see my light… in a way… making another person smile is a little reassuring your doing something right…. ROBIN WILLIAMS IS A LEGEND AND WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN ! # BANGARANG

Disney, Representation and My Work

So for my first post, I figured maybe I’d do something that I could use across blogs. That left

one option: Disney and Representation, something that influenced what I write about, how I write it and of course everything I had to do to change it. We all know what the Disney Princess lineup looked like prior to 2009:

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(Took a while to find one with Mulan and Pocahontas. Not surprised.)

So as a little girl who grew up watching all of these movies over and over again and spent all of her free time with a notebook writing stories about princesses, mermaids, dragons and fairies, this definitely started to have an impact. We often hear about how children “don’t see race,” and time and time again this has been proven wrong, something I can confirm, because this is a problem that followed me long after childhood, into high school and through college as well. We know the effects of not seeing yourself represented in media by now and this manifested itself in my work almost violently: my main characters were essentially Disney Princesses transplanted into different worlds–white, willowy, blonde and blue eyed and brown haired and conventionally pretty/beautiful, or “average” the way Bella Swan was “average”. Lost princesses and goddesses of vaguely-European kingdoms and worlds. My brown characters, often self inserts, were pushed off to the side: supporting characters, there to back up the main character. As I got older, I’d push in a few more, as main characters, protagonists and antagonists and characters that I clung to, in a sea of white characters of my own creation.

Binge watching Disney princess movies the way I did (Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, The Little Mermaid, Cinderella and most of the others), I wouldn’t have known I existed. The rest of the media I consumed had me convinced either brushed me off the way Disney did, or pushed me off to the side the way I did the rest of my black and brown characters. I never got through Addy’s American Girl books, because even as a seven year old, everything I learned about my race and culture that wasn’t from my parents went back to slavery, a narrative I knew was important but that I was already tired of seeing everywhere. I never got to be a princess, or a fairy or a mermaid that showed up for more than a few scenes or episodes. I remember agonizing over my hair in middle school–how it would never be blonde, or brown, or flowing down to my waist like the princesses in my favorite movies and stories, something it took me ages to unlearn.

So, like many others, I clung to the other brown princesses. A Pocahontas bedroom set, and a love for Jasmine I couldn’t quite explain. I was too dark for either of them, but they were all I had. I watched Tiger Lily’s portion of Peter Pan over and over again and could pretend to myself I was here instead of any of the others. I used to wish I was any race other than what I was, so that I could be special for a little while, too, not yet realizing these depictions were a complete bastardization of other people’s cultures and lives, and only starting to realize why people cared so much even later than I realized that. But it continued–I got older and found myself getting interested in almost any culture that wasn’t my own. I’d had so much antiblackness ingrained in me I didn’t even want to start to unlearn it. I learned about the Japanese and the Chinese, Korea, any number of European countries, Mexico, Native Americans, Rromani and many, many others.

And my characters began to reflect this. Outside of my self inserts, sometimes main characters, sometimes side characters, my stories became a mass of faces that in no way resembled my own. Mostly white, with a few other characters thrown in. A male, German/Italian journalist in 1920s NY and his Irish girlfriend, a French/Danish ice witch and her twin, Greek demons, German film directors. It wasn’t until later that I started to wonder. When I first started to see conversations about representation, often when it came to Disney, I started thinking, and I thought for a long time. Why were most of my characters white? Why couldn’t they be black, or anything else for that matter? Why was I so afraid to dive into something I’d lived my entire life? Was I obligated to change all of my characters? Some of them? What would it change if I did?

I went back and forth for a long time. Would my story not be as mainstream if I changed these characters? Would it isolate people? Would people not consider these characters appealing? I was actually scared. I was attached to these designs, not yet realizing I could keep quite a few of them. I was scared of using the description “black” in my writing–not to mention others. But I decided that in a way, I owed it to myself. Why couldn’t some of my princesses and witches look like me and other members of my family? Who cared what others thought? I deserved to see myself, too, and so did anyone else who might eventually read my stories. Why couldn’t my journalist and her girlfriend be black in a mythical 1920s NY? Why couldn’t my German director be in an interracial relationship? Why couldn’t my Asian mermaid have an Asian girlfriend? I started making changes, and slowly but surely, I realized how happy they made me, how little anything had to change and how amazing it felt to have myself right where I’ve wanted to be–in fantastic stories and fairy tales–for years. This was something I had to make for myself; the media surrounding us refused to do it for me. 

In 2009, The Princess and the Frog came to theaters. It was quite a bit before my revelation, but it helped me, and I like to think it’ll help other little girls who won’t have to go through not seeing themselves in one of their favorite franchises at all. To not having to worry about whether or not they can be princesses, too. Tiana might have saved me a little bit of heartache, and even though Disney has miles to go for children of color, with the dialogue happening now, I like to think that even if major corporations like Disney aren’t listening quite yet, the rest of us will be doing enough to make some difference.

I started a new Evangelion marathon today, but I decided to do things a little bit different this time around.

I decided that I was going to watch all of Evangelion in the order of when it originally aired in Japan. So, being that today is October 4, 2014, I decided to watch episode one, Angel Attack, which originally aired on October 4, 1995. Next Saturday I’ll watch episode two, then the following Saturday I’ll watch episode three, and so on. That way, I’ll be done sometime in March 2015.

Why did I decide to do it this way? I’m doing it like this because I want to celebrate Evangelion’s 20th year anniversary. I was about four years old when it originally aired, and I didn’t discover the show until I was about 9 years old. Call me a huge nerd, but I just find it hard to believe that Evangelion came out almost 20 years ago. The show really means a lot to me, and I never thought that something like a Japanese anime would affect me in so many ways.

I literally grew up with these characters, and I’ve seen them go through many phases in their “lives.” Because of that, some of them seem almost real to me. That’s what I love about Evangelion so much; The characters and their stories are what got me hooked onto the show and it’s the main reason why I continue watching it over and over again after all these years.

I’m looking forward to experiencing Evangelion this way, and I look forward to seeing how the characters and their stories come to a conclusion when the last Rebuild of Evangelion movie comes out sometime in the near future.