“Tonight winning this kinda feels full circle like a bit of me has come back to myself, but I can’t possibly accept this award. And I’m very humbled and I’m very grateful and gracious but my artist of my life is Beyoncé and this album for me – the Lemonade album was just so monumental. Beyoncé, it was so monumental and so well thought out. And so beautiful and soul bearing. And we all got to see another side to you that you don’t always let us see and we appreciate that. And all our artists here adore you. You are our light. I love you and I always have and I always will.” – Adele
Show me where the casting call said they were looking for a Latina actress to play Maggie Sawyer. OH, you can’t? I figured. But what DO we know about the casting call/process for Maggie? Oh… only that the minute Chyler saw her she knew she was Maggie Sawyer. THAT IS LITERALLY ALL WE KNOW. We do not know if they were looking for a Latina…and nothing else… zilch…nada. (also how is it white washing when comic Maggie Sawyer is literally a damn white woman with blonde hair?)
ALL we have to go on is Kreisberg’s ass saying Maggie would be Latina. But that was ONE time, after Maggie was already casted. And they quickly changed it when they probably figured out she is not latina. Chances are high that He just assumed Flo was Latina. (just LIKE EVERYONE ELSE). But that does NOT mean she specifically went out to get cast knowing they were looking for a Latina. The same goes for her previous rolls that people are saying she “stole”. We have absolutely NO PROOF that she knows shows look for Latina actors and that she goes out to fake being latina and take the rolls. Stop vilifying someone when you don’t know the full story.
This fandom is so, so, so VERY ugly. I cannot stand it. Saying things like, “Floriana should choke and die” is not right at all and you should be ashamed for saying something like that. If you still don’t care how Flo feels, how would Chyler like you saying something like that? Because I know you all worship the ground she walks on. You all do not deserve Chyler or Flo. And one day, they are not going to be active in this fandom (Jeremy is already taking a break) because all you people do is bitch, cry, talk shit and complain about literally everything when you don’t even have all of the facts, just jump straight to conclusions.
Be adults. Take a step back. Relax. Enjoy Sanvers. Enjoy how well the actresses treat us and how involved they are. You may not agree with someones personal life, but that’s just it. It isTHEIR personal life. People are always going to do things you disagree with. Family, friends, what have you. Learn to accept it and move on
is it too early to ask if you have any headcanons on how yousef and mikael met/fell in love/first kisses etc? because i swear we've only had two photos and i'm so gone for these boys already!!!
Please keep in my mind I only woke up a bit ago and it’s a Saturday morning and it’s currently raining outside and I’m tucked up warm in my bed so things will be all hazy and fluffy and warm and cosy AND HERE WE GO:
So, the first time Mikael and Yousef properly, properly, interact with one another is when they get paired up by a teacher at random to do a project together. Even was super upset because “Mikael’s my best friend come on EVERYONE knows this we work so well together?!” but Mikael convinces him that it’s alright, and as soon as this is all over, they can make up for lost time.
So, they’re paired up, and … well, they both don’t really … know each other, that well? Yes they’re in the same class but Mikael’s always been best friends with Even, and it’s always been Even and Mikael together only, no one else. Even if they both, Mikael and Yousef, are Muslims, that doesn’t automatically mean they’ll hang together, kinda thing. Mikael’s the kinda guy who only keeps a few close friends, but is very VERY good friends with them.
And besides, Yousef is loud whereas Mikael is quite. Yousef has a whole squad, whereas Mikael just has Even. Yousef loves sports whereas Mikael loves books. They’re very … different people, with different interests.
But they get paired up, and well, even though they /know/ each other’s names, Mikael still says “Hey, I’m Mikael”.
Yousef doesn’t reply, not at first anyway. He just takes Mikael in with a neutral expression on his face. Mikael, who’s stood in front of him, who’s smiling at him, nervously.
I moved here from Bergen in the 7th grade. No one wanted to hang out with me because I talk so weird. You were the only one who took care of me. I couldn’t believe the most popular girls in our class wanted to be friends with me. I always really looked up to you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. Just the thought of me destroying that makes me feel sick. More than sick. It made me stop liking myself as a person. But I can’t continue having regrets for the rest of my life. It wasn’t going well between you and Jonas. You talked about breaking up with him every day. I know that’s not an excuse, but… I loved him. I wish I could do it all over again, completely different. But I can’t. I’m just going to have to accept it and move on. I’m saying this for the last time. Okay?
dude pls talk about some jason angst if you're up for it... my corps are dying...
Jason Todd is lonely. He has made amends with his family, and he has the Outlaws, sure, but at the end of the night…he’s a lost child stuck in the body of a man. He’s still the homeless kid who slept in boxes and hid in corners, and he doesn’t think he can ever accept companionship. Not because he doesn’t want it, but because he genuinely thinks he’s not worthy of it. “Everyone leaves.”
His time in Arkham really fucked him up. To put someone suffering from PTSD into forced contact with the source of his trauma?? Jason spent night after night choking on his own sobs while listening to the clown laugh. He was the kid again, the toy soldier that belonged to Batman, and he hated it. Batman wasn’t coming for him; nobody was.
It hurts Jason to care about people; its absolutely toxic, he thinks, loving someone. Loving his family, his friends…it’s an all consuming burn that he can’t fight. Everyone and everything he touches is sure to die. Being alone meant everyone (but him) was better off.
Jason has the worst reactions to fear gas…like it’s literally brutal. But letting people know is exposing a weakness so he drags his shaking body back to his apartment, locking himself in the soundproof room. Bruce and the others once find him there after he’s MIA for a few days; he’s hydrated, unresponsive, and there’s bloodied scratches everywhere. Bruce is shaken, but Jason refuses to talk about it. How was he supposed to tell the man that the fear gas showed him that fatal moment when Batman slit his throat?
Speaking of which…Jason doesn’t think there’s anything left in him to break. But everytime he thinks about how Bruce (his father figure, his mentor), picked the Joker over him, an unbearable silence settles over him and he has to close his eyes for a moment. It’s too much. It’s the saddest moment of his life.
Jason Todd can laugh, live, and fight. He’s as functional as any of the others, but there’s always going to be one factor that separate him from everyone else. He doesn’t think he deserves this second life. He thinks its was a mistake, something everyone kindly ignores.
He thinks he’s a walking grave; he thinks Bruce looks at him, and sees the glass case down in the Batcave
He’s a ghost, and he knows there’s nothing he can do to change that
why bobs burgers is possibly the purest show in the universe
- a good, loving family that does not despise each other, that sticks together, that bands together in the face of adversity
- in cliche tv shows families only tell each other they love each other in the face of danger/at the climax. not here. they regularly tell each other that they care even if it’s not an outright “i love you” it’s just acts of compassion and love and its not made a huge deal. It’s a regular occurrence for them.
- however when they do show their love in climactic moving parts its so great its so so great
- honestly? no matter how much they act dont like it they’d drop everything for another family member. all of the belchers are ride or die. not just linda. all of them.
- sometimes, things don’t work out how you want it to. Bob doesn’t get a good review, Gene doesn’t win the contest, Tina doesn’t get on the team, but it’s all okay. Bad things happen but there are good people around you and you’ll get through this it’s ok
- no matter what, they try their best. They’ll keep trying until the end even if the outcome isn’t what the want. And they accept their fate, but that’s not the same thing as giving up.
- I think im crying? this family is so good and pure and they deserve everything? i cant
- im going to quit life and become a bobs burgers account
- anyway im not in a great place in life rn and this show has saved me a lot i think and i just want to give them the world
I was in my bedroom sitting in front of my desk doing my home work when my phone buzzed.
[ iMessage from Baby J • 10:03pm ]
: Im going out with guys tonight. Party @ Bryce. Wanna come babe?
[ iMessage to Baby J • 10:02pm ]
: Can’t. Got some work to do.
: enjoy yourselves okay? Take care and I love you xx
[ iMessage from Baby J • 10:04pm ]
: Alright. Don’t stay up too late okay? I love you too xx
[ iMessage to Baby J • 10:05pm ]
: okay. :)
Putting my phone down on the table and continued doing my homework and writing papers for a paper that is due tomorrow.
Maybe taking AP classes is not a good a idea after all, but then again being an A+ student has its down sides. Going back to the task at hand I noticed it’s already 12:42 midnight and quietly scolding my for staying up late. Again.
I went to the bathroom and changed into your pj’s and went to bed but before darkness enveloped you your phone buzzed.
[ iMessage from Clay Jensen 12:54am ]
: you up??
: reply. now.
[ iMessage to Clay Jensen 12:58am ]
: whaaat? Its midnight already the fuck.
: this better be important.
[ iMessage from Clay Jensen 1:01am ]
: where’s Justin?
: where r U?
[ iMessage to Clay Jensen 1:03am ]
: party at Bryce. Why?
: I’m at home
[ iMessage from Clay Jensen 1:03am]
: *sends a picture*
[ iMessage from Clay Jensen 1:04am ]
: you okay?
[ iMessage from Clay Jensen 1:05am ]
: I’m sorry.
[ iMessage to Clay Jensen 1:06am ]
: its fine. Gotta go. Night clay and thnx.
I shut my phone off and threw it across the room, probably cracking the fucking screen but I don’t care anymore.
I cried the whole night. Crying myself to sleep with one thought in my mind.
The picture of Justin making out with Jessica.
•••••• Next Day ••••••
I went to school in my usual cheerleader uniform and cheerleader jacket since It’s Monday and cheerleaders are supposed to wear their uniforms on Monday Wednesday and Fridays due to practices in between classes and after.
I walked to my locker in my sluggish pace not bothering saying hi to those who are trying ti struck a conversation with me. I completely ignored them.
I opened my locker and looked at the small mirror inside. My eyes were slightly puffy from crying and my nose was red. I looked…dead.
Ironically thats how I feel.
The calm walls of the halls of Liberty High was suddenly echoing with the noise of the jocks. I looked behind me and saw them making their signature entrance, laughing and pushing each other. I caught his eyes.
Those magnificent blue eyes that can break down my walls and knew me so well.
That smile that made my heart melt every time it pops up.
He patted on Zach Dempsey’s chest and walked towards me enveloping me in his arms. The arms that always made me feel safe.
I heard a series of ‘awe’ and ‘couple goals’ from the bystanders who…idolized our so called “relationship goals” . What a bunch of bullshits.
“Hey baby.” He went in to try and kiss me but I turned my head and instead kissed my jaw. He noticed my cold demeanor and frowned.
“Babe, y/n, hey what wrong?” He asked coolly but I sensed the tension and alarm in his voice.
“You tell me Justin.” I spoke coldly and noticed he visibly recoiled on my tone. He knows I’m mad because you called him by his first name. He immediately masked this with his calm facade but I know better.
“Okay okay, calm down. I’m in the dark here. C'mon baby, what’s wrong?” He asked again this time his voice cracking slightly. The bell rang and the students slowly dispersed to their respectful classrooms. Leaving me and him alone.
“How about this? We. Are. Done. Go back on sucking Jessica’s face you dickhead. Because from this day on, you and I? We are through.” I pushed him, slammed my locker shut and walked away.
“Babe.” He tried grabbing my arm but I dodged it and stepped away further.
“Baby please let me explain. Please I’m sorry. It was a mistake” He pleaded. Tears forming in his eyes.
“No. Stay away from me” I seethed. Blinking back the tears. I will not let him see me get hurt, he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve my tears.
“Tell me, tell me please. I’ll do anything please. Just don’t leave me. Please I’m sorry. I was an asshole and was high that night please baby.” He did the most unexpected thing, he kneeled in front of me and hugged my legs.
“Babe, please I fucking need you. Please y/n don’t fucking leave me please.” Tightening his hold on me, I looked down and saw him crying his eyes out and the sight made my heart break again.
I took a deep breath and felt the tears falling from my eyes.
“I can’t with this.” I forcibly removed his hands, surprised on how easy it was and stepped away.
“I already left you the moment you decided to kiss Jessica.” I said, more coldly this time. “Stay the fuck away from me Justin.” With that I walked away. Leaving him crying on the floor.
Leaving my heart with him.
Leaving our memories.
Leaving the 1 and a half years filled with love and happiness
'Please Justin. Come after me, please’ but he didn’t and that was it.
I walked away while hot tears was streaming down my face. It was just me. Me and my broken heart.
Soo? HOW WAS IT? I was literally crying my eyes out!
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Yes, IM ACCEPTING REQUESTS
I’m back from hell a week of exams, so I finally finished those ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و There are some more in my inbox but they’re pretty much [character] + one expression over and over, so this will probably be the last batch for now (though I want to finish the rest of them when I’m bored or have some free time) oh and one more thing
THE REQUESTS HAVE BEEN CLOSED FOR A FEW WEEKS NOW
I thought that fact was pretty clear after I made that one post, but I’m STILL getting requests, so I’m just reminding you I haven’t been accepting them for some time now
Charles Soule, the writer for the Poe Dameron comics, was working on this issue 27 December 2016. He tweeted “There’s a funeral in Poe Dameron #14, and Leia’s present - writing that scene today. Wasn’t originally about her, but now it will be.”