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I really cannot fucking stand some of you fucking comic fans.

Y'all find an in issue in EVERYTHING, especially when it comes to characters of colo. YALL MAKE ME FUCKING SICK. NO ONE had a fucking issue when FOX literally white washed, Jessica Alba in the Fantastic Four franchise, or when the Thing looked like a big ass Chetto puff. OH, but the moment a character is black all of a sudden, “ oh this inaccurate.” “ Domino is pale.” “ Johnny’s white, not black.” YALL only have a fucking issue when yalls favorite character is black in the movies. I didn’t hear a fucking peep, when they sent, Logan back to the past when it was actually Bishop who went. just say your racist and go.


One of those ‘I met you at a party that neither of us want to be at anymore so let’s ditch and go back to my place’ prompts. Excuse the typos, I proofread the best I could. It is a two parter, I’ll update in a couple of days. The next installment might be NSFW???? Who knows, stick around and find out.

Edit: You can find all three parts under my ‘unabashed jaspidot fanfiction’ tag!!!

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Jessica Alba – ‘The Mechanic-Resurrection’ Promo Stills 2016

After the demise of his partner-turned-enemy Steve McKenna (Ben Foster), Arthur Bishop (Statham), who narrowly escaped from Steve’s murder attempt on him, retires as a contract killer. But when his most formidable foe kidnaps the love of his life (Jessica Alba), he is forced to travel the globe to complete three impossible assassinations, and do what he does best: make them look like accidents.

Just me or....?


looks like Garth


looks like Nia Vardalos 


looks like The Rock


looks like Barbra Streisand


Looks like John Travolta 



looks like Si Robertson


looks like Snooki


looks like Pink


looks like Matthew Lillard


looks like Jessica Alba
Lea Michele Likes UnREAL More Than The Bachelorette: "It's Switched Me"

“My new obsession? Are you watching UnREAL?” the Scream Queens star, 28, asked Us at a campaign event for #ActuallySheCan in West Hollywood. “I texted Shiri Appleby last night and I’m like, ‘Ummm, so you need to win like an Academy Award.’ She is so good!”

In fact, Michele actually prefers the imitation to the original. “It’s switched me,” she told Us. “I’m less obsessed with The Bachelorette and I’m more obsessed with UnREAL. Emma [Roberts] told me about it. She was like, 'You have to watch it!’”

Michele also updated Us on her other guilty pleasures. “Right now, I love Naked and Afraid,” she dished. “I’m embarrassed. It’s so good.”

The Glee alum is a fan of Showtime’s Ray Donovan, too. “I’m so deep into Ray Donovan right now, it’s crazy,” she shared.

Like Us, Michele is also a fan of Bravo. “Obviously, my Housewives,” she noted. “Right now, I’m watching New York and OC. Love my girl Carole! Carole Radziwill! – she’s my girl, so I’ve got to watch her and support her! That’s my excuse. Ugh, it’s like amazing.”

Not one to leave out cooking shows, Michele joked that she would be reduced to tears if she ever met TV personality Guy Fieri. “Oh, and Food Network. Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives,” she told Us. “I think I would cry if I met Guy Fieri. Not Meryl Streep… Guy Fieri would be like, I would die I would be so happy.”

Michele’s other heroes include some of her fellow fierce ladies. “A lot inspires me! I’m always inspired by people that I look up into this industry,” she told Us. “I look at, like, Jessica Alba and Kate Hudson, who are great actresses and such beautiful women and great mothers, and yet they created these great brands that are really healthy and empowering – Kate with Fabletics and Jessica with Honest Co. That’s really inspiring to me.”

Her Scream Queens costars have been equally uplifting. “Right now, I’m on this awesome TV show with an incredible group of actresses, and they’re constantly inspiring me,” she told Us. “My mom inspires me a lot, she helps me keep going if I’m tired or whatever. So I have a lot of inspiration around me constantly, and that’s really what keeps the fire lit in this industry.”

On Renée Zellweger, Sarah Jessica Parker, And The Catch-22 Of Being A Woman

I remember watching a movie once with Marc, and commenting offhandedly about how “dowdy” the leading lady looked. It was a French rom-com and, unlike the photoshopped-even-in-real-life look that our female movie stars are expected to have, the starlet in the film looked… well, like a normal woman. She was on the prettier side, sure, but didn’t strike me as someone who “should be starring in movies,” at least in the way I had come to know them.

Marc looked at me with a real amount of disgust, perhaps even pity, and told me that the woman was perfectly beautiful. I remember feeling ashamed that I had judged her, ashamed that I had such high expectations for a wonderful actress who was just as good-looking as her normal male lead, and ashamed that I had grown up in a culture that expects all women to look like perpetually-28-year-old Jessica Alba.

A while ago, I believe during her Sex and the City heyday, Sarah Jessica Parker called the Opie & Anthony show and confronted the shock-jocks over their years-long berating of her looks. Even by morning radio standards, their constant barbs, horse sound effects, and grotesque comparisons were pretty stomach-turning. I remember listening to it as it aired and feeling so devastated by her saddened-but-not broken voice, asking them why they thought it okay to say such horrifying things, and reminding them that she was a human being with feelings. 

She has never been my favorite actress, but in a show (and a media landscape) with plenty of average-looking dudes, the ridicule that she received for looking imperfect always struck me as grossly disproportional to any issue one could take with her acting. Criticize her craft, sure, but leave her nose alone.

And miraculously, she has left her nose alone. For the years that she has been in the public eye – no matter how intense the mockery became – she did not transform herself with drastic plastic surgery, or substantially alter the facial features that people were so quick to point out every time they attacked her. For this, I feel, she should be praised and respected. She has managed to weather one of the more brutal body-shaming storms, and accept the fact that she is never going to be a Great Beauty, nor be treated like one. 

Renée Zellweger, as we saw yesterday, did not go this route. Though the mockery over her features was decidedly less intense, she has slowly changed her face over the years in a way that has produced the opposite of what was likely her desired effect. People only meet her changes with more scorn, and she is destined to be one of those women in Hollywood known more for “what they did to their faces” than “what they did in their films.” In an attempt to stage off aging – and perhaps adjust some of the features we seemed not to like about her – she has damaged her public perception irreparably. 

I feel incredibly saddened by both of these women’s predicaments, but incredibly guilty, as well. I have casually mocked female celebrities’ appearances in a way I never have with their male counterparts, and have considered judgment a language as natural to me as English. We are raised – particularly in America, I would argue – to expect a degree of perfection and perpetual youth from our women that permeates even the most feminist amongst us, that poisons us with its all-consuming need to be aesthetically appealing. 

The fact that other countries have female celebrities who are much more average looking, or frequently perform and appear with little or no makeup, or who are allowed to age with relative normalcy, doesn’t make us viscerally jealous, but it should. When I’m with Marc’s mother – comfortable in her age, body, and style, certain that she possesses a natural beauty without having to make it the focus of her every waking moment – I feel embarrassed for the fact that I cannot yet be her. Being in the presence of women like her has helped me learn that it is possible, but it will take years to shed off the cultural ideas I have been imbued with since birth.

Ultimately, as women in this culture, we are destined to be caught in a catch-22 of beauty and aging. We either give into the impulse to fix ourselves constantly, only to be judged for our vanity and “fakeness,” or we let ourselves be imperfect and suffer enormous ridicule for daring not to be perfectly desirable. And we go through our lives constantly wondering how we are perceived, deciding our standards of beauty and style through the prism of someone else’s view. It’s exhausting.

And while going without makeup one day, or accepting the fact that your nose might always look a little different from one side or the other, are not revolutionary acts in themselves, they are small steps towards a much better reality. Because one day I would love to turn on some generic American rom-com and see a woman who looks like that perfectly average, perfectly talented French woman getting to be the leading lady. I would love to not immediately flinch with judgment over what she looks like. And I would love to live in a world where I could stop flinching with judgment every time I look in the mirror.