cupcake shop romcom where Lupita Nyong’o and Diego Luna are rival cupcake shop owners who flirt/trash talk each other constantly
but especially when there’s some kind of regional judging happening
Lupita’s bestie/coworker is played by Constance Wu, and she’s a highly sarcastic lesbian whose bisexual wife is played by Stephanie Beatriz
(every scene the latter alternates between floral dress + glasses and intimidatingly hot biker aesthetic, for no particular reason, it’s never discussed but you get a couple of background characters doing double takes)
they’ve been onto this flirting/trash talk from the beginning but are saying nothing cos Constance is like “HE IS THE ENEMY AND IM NOT ENCOURAGING THIS” and Stephanie is like “BUT HE’S SO CUTE”
the plot is that the cupcake stores have been neck in neck for all the top awards for the last few years, and keep switching (cue lots of bragging and more flirting/trash talk), but this year SOMEONE ELSE WINS IT, some SMIRKING WHITE GUY WINS IT
they are. horrified. Lupita and Diego put aside their differences and team up because EXCUSE YOU WE ARE THE BEST CUPCAKE MAKERS EVER
cue a year of them reworking everything and combining their power to make a truly superior cupcake shop
the married sapphics and Diego’s best bud (preferably played by like, Dwayne Johnson, and he has a kitten that practically lives on his shoulder, this is an important detail) are like “guys don’t you think a complete rebranding in order to combine your shops/power is going a bit far for something this petty” and they’re like “no?? what the fuck?? this is WAR GUYS we can’t let this white dude take everything from us”
there’s a montage of intensive cupcake making for when the time of judgement comes around, with stolen glances and more flirting/bickering
when it’s announced that they won, one of them kisses the other excitedly in celebration without really thinking about it, and then they stare at each other like “oh shit” while the married sapphics are smirking and Dwayne is cheering in the background with his kitten
and then it’s just “well I guess we do own a cupcake shop together now” and then HAPPY EVER AFTER
Mohsin Hamid’s Exit West is a heartfelt and magical novel
“Double Take is a literary criticism series wherein a book goes toe-to-toe with two authors as they pick apart and discuss its innermost themes, its successes and failings, trappings and surprises. In this entry, Gabino Iglesias and Hannah Lillith Assadi delve into one of March’s most buzzworthy and exciting titles, Mohsin Hamid’s Exit West.”
“Please tell me you started the coffee,” Dean groaned as he stumbled into the kitchen Saturday morning. MJ had not been sleeping well the past week and since his daughter was getting such little sleep, so was Dean.
Sam briefly looked up, doing a double take. Dean did not look good. He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was disheveled and he looked like he might pass out any second. Sam shook his head, “Dude, you look terrible!”
“Really? I never would have guessed,” Dean snarked. “Coffee?” Sam nodded his head toward the counter where the pot was still mostly full.
“Was MJ up again last night? She fell asleep alright.”
“Yeah, she did, but I don’t know what happened after that. She came into my room soon after I went to bed and she’s pretty much been up since then. I’ve got her dosing in front of the tv now.”
Sam was confused, “I don’t get how she’s still going. She’s had maybe five hours of sleep all week.”
“I don’t know man, but she really needs to start sleeping right again. I don’t know how many more nights of this I can take.”
Sam frowned at his brother, “If she gets up again tonight just send her down to my room. You don’t have to always be on top of it.”
“Uncle Sam,” Sam felt a small shake of this arm waking him up. He slowly blinked his eyes, bringing his sight into focus. MJ was standing at the side of his bed, “Uncle Sammy, are you awake?”
“I am now,” he groaned, shifting up onto his forearms. “What’s wrong?”
MJ looked down at her feet, “I can’t sleep and Daddy seemed really tired today. I thought maybe I could come in here.”
“Of course squirt,” Sam sat up in bed, reaching out and lifting MJ onto the bed next to him.
Sam sat back against the headboard, MJ nestled into his side, the stuffed moose Sam gave her squished between them. Sam ran soothing circles into her back, “What’s wrong kiddo, why have you been having such trouble sleeping lately?”
MJ rubbed her face into Sam’s stomach mumbling incoherently. Sam sighed, pushing his niece’s face away from his body, “I can’t understand you when you cover your face and talk.”
MJ picked at her nails, “I don’t know.”
Sam didn’t quite believe her, “C’mon MJ, there must be a reason you haven’t slept all week. Aren’t you tired? If you tell me what’s wrong I might be able to help?”
MJ stayed quiet for a few minutes before she said, “I had a nightmare the other night and I didn’t want to have another one.”
“Why didn’t you just tell your dad or I sooner? We could have helped.”
“I was embarrassed,” MJ frowned. “I didn’t want you to know I had a nightmare.”
“You don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s okay to have nightmares, I have them sometimes.”
“Yeah, nightmares are normal. They can be scary sometimes, but they’re not something to be ashamed of. Your dad and I love you, nightmares and all. So next time you’re having bad dreams, let us know. We want to help you.”
“Okay Uncle Sammy. I promise to tell you next time.” MJ snuggled back into her uncle’s side, comforted by the fact that her uncle had nightmares too.
“Good. I love you and would do anything for you,” Sam kissed her forehead. “Let’s go to sleep okay? You can stay over in here tonight.”
at the orthopedic brace place the doctor clearly read me as male at first (greeted me with “hey man!”) and then he was like “what’s your name?” and i kind of just wordlessly slid him my prescription with my birth name on it, and he did a double take and said, “oh, you’re–” and then asked me how to pronounce my birth name lol
December 1st, 2015: Today, it wasn’t even the Bears themselves that stole the show. They kicked things off by updating the location to “Dallas” (as they’d just arrived there for the Jingle Ball that night) and changing the icon to this picture of Divine:
And then we got a picture of the Bears doing some reading:
However, the real kicker? An hour after the Bears updated, Harry tweeted this:
From Hozier’s Cherry Wine, the lyrics reading in full:
“And it’s worth it, it’s divine I have this some of the time.”
WELL. Hi, RBB. Hard to get clearer than that! BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE! Want to know what was recorded within hours of this happening?
To which Harry replied, and I quote, “I believe it’s a bear that was thrown onstage at one of our shows and the crew kept it and they taped it to the scaffolding. I believe that’s what the rainbow bear is… [Int: So, it’s like a mascot for the crew now?] I believe so, yeah. I think that’s what that is.”.
On the day they were going to do a “denial” (where everyone conspicuously turned to look at Louis, but anywayy), Harry threw a big spotlight on who was really behind the Bears for anyone paying attention. We get it, Harry. You want to make sure you both get credit for the fuzziest, gayest, most wonderfully ludicrous and entirely brilliant loophole every utilized. They’re so proud of this rainbow black ops venture of theirs, I swear.