movie: anyone you want

and also in all honesty it was easier to watch adele win over taylor winning over beyonce bc at least adele was like “hey bey thank you for what you do for the black community and for women in general and for music” like she took most of her time up there to be like listen your work is not ignored and it is not under appreciated the way you change the game inspires and empowers so many and taylor was just like “when people tell you no or try to take you down @ kanye you just keep going” like idk what hardships she met other than the normal ones in the music industry but gd give respect to adele for acknowledging the work and impact beyonce has on the music industry (and the world i mean) 

Shout out to everyone else in the Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children fandom that is slowly watching it become popularized (and leaving the actual book in the dust.)

The Magic of Ordinary Days AU (2005)

Darcy takes the offered glass of lemonade, trying to hide how badly her hand is shaking with nerves.

“Steve,” Mr. Coulson adjusts his tie as he addresses the man across from her, “I am going to go wait with Maria and Sam at the courthouse. Give you two a moment to get to know each other before we begin. I figure you’ll be wanting to head out soon with how long the drive back to the farm is, so try not to take too long.” With a slight smile he’s out the door in a moment, leaving silence behind. 

She coughs lightly and flattens the front of her dress with the hand not holding her drink.

“Mr. Rogers-”

“Steve, please,” he corrects, brushing his hair nervously from his forehead.

“Steve…now that you have met me, seen me in person, do you have any doubts?”

“No.” He cleared his throat as he looked to the floor. “What about you? Any second thoughts?”

“No.” Darcy tried to tamp down the bile that was trying to climb it’s way up and out. What she was doing was insane, for show, but she promised her father. And as long as Steve could do this one thing, she would find a way to make it work. 

“Do you think you could love the baby?”

He looked taken aback by her question but schooled his features quickly. When he finally spoke his voice was low, full of conviction, and his eyes intense.

“I do.”

“The Escort” - Digital Oil Painting

Cursed Storybrooke AU where Lacey is a high class escort and Mr Gold is her client.

This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.

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I’m not the kind of person who’s really very good at forming her own opinions on things. It takes me a while to kind of ponder and crystallize how I feel about most topics, and pretty much everything winds up having elements where it looks different from different angles, so I never have like, A Solid Feeling I Always Feel About This Thing.

(I used to worry about it a lot, when I was a kid. There are still some songs/bands/albums I listen to and remember my deep anxiety: how could I tell if this was Good? Other people seemed to always know– that music’s shit and we’ll laugh at you, this music’s Great but only right now, that music there is Classic and no matter what will always be Good. How do you know which is which.)

Anyway. So, I don’t really have An Opinion Of My Own about Rogue One.

What I do have, after reading many reviews, is an interesting observation to make:

Every person of color I’ve read a review from loved it. I don’t know that my sample is representative, but for so many people, it fulfilled such a deep-seated need inside them that, several reviewers independently said, they hadn’t realized they still had, to see someone who looked like them in this context. And that’s incredibly touching, to me. I know I cried to see a lady pilot among the 70s-moustached dudes! My only tears of the movie. So I get that, I do, and I’m so excited for it.

The critical reviews I’ve read have mostly not been from people of color. And they’ve made excellent points– how terrible is it, for one, that the only way the powers that be could see their way to putting so many men of color into a Star Wars film was to kill them all in the end? The hope, and eventual success, of the Rebellion is literally built on the ashes and bones of women and people of color, who were expressly not included in the glorious success at the end of the original trilogy.

(And also: where are the women of color. Where are the women, period. What the fuck, racists and misogynists were already going to protest your movie; you could have done whatever you wanted at this point, so why was this all you wanted??)

I feel like the critical points are good to make. And I feel like that’s maybe who should be making them. Sure, there are valid points to be argued about structural or thematic weaknesses, sure there are still complaints to be made. But. 

If you got to have representation for the first time in this movie, you should feel free to enjoy it uncritically.