lol this is such a good movie

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm seeing a lot of hate for LA LA land. I really haven't seen it so I'm sort of confused? Did something happen in the movie or something? Sorry if this is really random I just have no idea lol.

I haven’t seen La La Land either, and honestly my opinion has become so biased against it that odds are I wouldn’t enjoy it much as many others have seemed to at this point. Heard it was an amazing movie from all who saw it. Some claim it was life changingly good.

The problem is…there’s nothing truly groundbreaking about this movie in any way, from everything I’ve seen about. It’s just another musical. And musicals are awesome, I love them. But it’s pure fluff that’s been winning and being praised/rewarded over movies that are actually significant and relevant to a lot of marginalized people. On top of that, everyone who works on La La Land keeps praising the studios and people who made it for ‘taking such a risk’. Like seriously? A risk? On a musical?? That’s not a risk. That’s not special. Like I get it was all original work, and that’s awesome, but it shouldn’t be winning over movies like Moonlight or Hidden Figures or Fences. It really shouldn’t and the fact that Emma Stone (not blaming her for winning of course) is winning against people like Ruth Negga (who starred in Loving, another culturally and historically important movie) is upsetting and questionable.

anonymous asked:

Your Coughin' Crybaby fic came at just the right time-I've had laryngitis since Wednesday-which makes me think, our dear sweet Nevada would probably be overjoyed if his little Crybaby lost her voice XD

ahahah oh my gosh I am sooo sorry you have Laryngitis and I hope you get feeling so much better so soon!! And I have to agree, I’m sure it’d be a good relief… but Crybaby isn’t one to be ignored even if she’s rendered silent… lol!


Nevada woke up to the sound of wheezing? Gasping? He’d seen a horror movie like this before, it was too early to deal with this shit. In very barely the breath of a whisper, he thought he heard his name. Creepy. Very cautiously, he rolled onto his back, and took a quick peek beside him. 

Crybaby was staring straight back at him, bottom lip trembling as she pointed mutely to her lips. 

“What’sa matter with you?” Was she choking? He sat up quickly, cupped her face up in his hands, craned her neck just to end up accidentally causing a coughing fit. “Speak up, what’re you fussin’ about?” 

Her mouth moved- it was familiar, he expected a sharp whine to come out but instead only a low wheeze rumbled through. Nevada squint, and moved his face closer to hers while his wits came back to him. “Baby, you alright?”

She dramatically shook her head, sending blonde curls flying about her face. While grunting, he leaned back, avoiding the whip of her tresses. “Will you fuckin’ talk to me, you’re always bitchin’, just tell me what you-”

Defiantly, Crybaby lolled out her tongue, and pointed back in her throat. Again, a weak whisper that didn’t turn into much of anything; Nevada curled fingers around her neck and flinched at her hot skin. Still sick, apparently, but now they were stuck playing goddamn charades at seven in the morning? What was in those cough meds that chico at the store sold him? He prepared to berate her again, until the dawning of realization came over him-

Wait… she lost her voice? Really, that really happened?

“Fuck yea,” Nevada teased, and shamelessly let her go so he could roll back over to his own side of the bed. Silence? What a blessing. That could happen? Light fists hit at his back; he could take that, though. Easy. “Sorry, Baby, I caaaan’t hear you, I’m goin’ back to beeeeed-” he jut his arm behind him to slap her away, much like he would a bug buzzing in his ear. “You need somethin’ you tell me all ‘bout it cariño, otherwise go the fuck back to sleeeeeeep.”

Crybaby sniffled, scowled, then boldly went to pinch at the meat of his arm. Her tired man howled, and bolted up quick enough to accidentally ram a shoulder against her. The impact caused a gruff ‘ooph’ to rattle in her chest. Nevada went to give her a shove, force her on her own side of the bed, but she stubbornly coiled herself around his arm so he couldn’t rid himself of her. His hand was forced between her thighs, her cheek pressed hard against his shoulder- he was trapped.

Little tears sparked in her eyes, Nevada could feel them fall down his bicep. Why the Hell did she look so cute when she was so goddamn pathetic? “Stop, stoooop,” he begged sleepily, and lay kisses atop her head until she was finally convinced to release him from her vice grip. “You want water?” He rubbed at his eyes, and took a look to see her nodding. Obviously, there was only one way he was going to be able to get some good rest: “You need more meds? That fuckin’ tea shit?”

Sullenly, with her bottom lip plumped proudly, his Crybaby bobbed her head up and down. All of the above sounded lovely. While Nevada started throwing blankets and sheets at her so he could crawl out of the bed, not without a large amount of obscenities spoken in low Spanish mumbles, she worked hard to overcome them. Before he could get too far, she grabbed hold around his wrist, and tugged him back towards the mattress after he rose to his feet.

“You are the most demanding bitch, I swear,” he wagged a finger in her face, prodded at her pout, “even when you can’t fuckin’ talk you manage to really screw up my plans, you know that?”

Ignoring his rather commonplace complaints, Crybaby sweetly lifted herself to her knees, and left a loving kiss delicately on his jaw line. For one of the very few times ever, she managed to tell him exactly what she thought without a whimper or words. Nevada had to crunch his nose to bite back the smirk threatening his face.

“Yea, yea, yea-” he pulled away and sauntered down the hallway, still grumbling to himself and running his fingers through his bed head hair. Quicker he took care of his Crybaby, the sooner he could go back to sleep, but hopefully her being stricken silent would last at least a day or so…

Birthday Recap

yesterday(feb 26th) was my 19th birthday and i had a wonderful day!

-woke up w/ Chris by my side and we met up with friends to do long run!

-ran 10 chilly, but sunshine-y miles! (my knee was actually bothering me though and then the last few miles my tail bone started acting up?!? but i pushed through and now it’s still hurting and i can barely walk lol…but still a good run😂)

-went to a vegan restaurant and had a veggie quesadilla😋SO GOOD CASHEW CHEESE ROCKS!

-found our nearest dutch bros @theevergreensoul !!!! and was sooo happy

-relaxed the rest of the day and went to the movies and got sushi for dinna!

overall, had such a nice, relaxing and enjoyable day! here’s to being 19 and growin up(kinda). as i grow older, birthdays become way more sentimental to me as in who i spend them with and who is in my life/i’m grateful for. this was my first birthday away from my family and while i missed them dearly, i was overwhelmed with the love i was shown from them despite the distance as well as hometown friends and my friends/boyfriend here! i am so so thankful for this special life i’m living💕

ABOUT THE MUN

NAME. Mike
STAR SIGN. Virgo
HEIGHT. 6′9
CURRENT TIME. 4:00pm (the time I filled this out, though this will be queued)
FAV MUSIC ARTIST. (This is a tough one, so I’ll just ramble a few off) Motorhead, Metallica, Iron maiden, Rainbow, Iced earth, Accept and Sabaton. (the mun is really into his metal.)
SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD. Konya wa hurricane, from bubblegum crisis
LAST MOVIE WATCHED. The swarm - that movie was garbage
LAST SHOW WATCHED. Game of Thrones (a long time ago!)
WHEN DID YOU CREATE YOUR BLOG. A couple of months ago?
WHAT KIND OF STUFF DO YOU POST. Mostly rp stuff, and shit puns
OTHER BLOGS. LOL No.
WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL. Because I’ve got the imagination of a potato. though I do wish to change it at some point.
HOGWART’S HOUSE. slytherin
ALIGNMENT. Chaotic good.
POKEMON TEAM. Hahaha no.
FAVORITE COLOR. Black, Red and blue
AVG HOURS SLEEP. I’d estimate somewhere about 6 or 5 hours
LUCKY NUMBER. 9
HOW MANY BLANKETS DO YOU SLEEP WITH? 2
DREAM JOB.  Writer, or B-movie actor!
FOLLOWING. 102
FOLLOWERS. 69 (Hon hon hon!)

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Not here to argue

Guys I love movies as much as you do (the amazing Moonlight included), but please if you gonna hate the fabulous La La Land come up with good arguments cuz most of the shit you saying makes zero sense tbh lol and only makes people love La La Land more 

 viictuurious replied to your post “Oscars 2017 - my personal opinion I’m pretty satisfied with the…”

I am stunned that Rogue One didn’t win, it is one of the most visually gorgeous movies I’ve seen and by far the most beautiful Star Wars movie to date.

I was so surprised too!!!! for me, a movie with good visual effects is when you can’t even make the difference between effects and reality. For Rogue One, it was truly like that, it blends naturally, I was so amazed by the quality of it *v*
Jungle book……………… lol

So one of the colleges I got admitted to has been calling for a good amount and I was too nervous to answer (they’d leave congratulatory voicemails and let me know that I could call them anytime if I had questions) but they kept calling and leaving super similar voicemails so I decided hey, just answer once and maybe they’ll stop

I ended up talking to a student representative for nearly 20 minutes about movies and TV shows without barely saying a word about college

poruchik-logy  asked:

hello,darling,i want to ask you - how do you think credence would react if his s/o will be really tough and rude during their's work. mb in police or something like that,dealing with some crazy cruel cases, obviously that they love him and try to give him better life that he deserve, but on work became as tough as tarantino's characters :L

hey, babe!! :-)

(yikes @ tarantino his movies are so extra lol) but i see him kind of loving it tbh?? assuming he meets them a good deal after the subway incident and he’s had time to recover etc., i kind of seeing them being a good model for him as someone who can be loving and gentle but also tough and able to stand up for themselves and others. like, he would really admire them for knowing that balance of gentleness but also taking no shit. that being gentle and being tough are not mutually exclusive. so, i think he would learn a lot from them, and they would learn a lot from him too, like some patience before going off about something and learning to appreciate the quiet underneath all the noise :-)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.