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'Sense8' Canceled at Netflix

Netflix has canceled Sense8 after two seasons. [x]

The streaming service confirmed on Thursday that it would not be moving forward with the sci-fi drama from The Wachowskis. “After 23 episodes, 16 cities and 13 countries, the story of the Sense8cluster is coming to an end,“ said Cindy Holland, Netflix’s vice president of original content.

"It is everything we and the fans dreamed it would be: bold, emotional, stunning, kick ass, and outright unforgettable,” she continued. “Never has there been a more truly global show with an equally diverse and international cast and crew, which is only mirrored by the connected community of deeply passionate fans all around the world. We thank Lana, Lilly, Joe and Grant for their vision, and the entire cast and crew for their craftsmanship and commitment.”

The decision to not order additional seasons of Sense8, which first debuted in 2015, comes a week after the streaming giant canceled The Get Down, its ambitious music drama from Baz Luhrmann, after only one season. The moves mark rare ones for the streamer, which has renewed the vast majority of its slate as part of an aggressive push into scripted originals. Other Netflix series to be canceled include Marco Polo, Lilyhammer, Hemlock Grove, Bloodline and A&E pickup Longmire.

Rumors of Sense8’s uncertain future loomed in the days before the announcement. Castmember Brian J. Smith helped get a #RenewSense8 hashtag trending on Twitter in an effort to keep the show alive.

Hey! I was thinking about a reverse my candy love universe, where all the characters change their personality or changing roles with other characters. In the end i liked the result lol i haven’t finished yet but i’ll make all the characters from the school
so here we go!

Candy

-don’t mess with other people life
-”relax bruh, chill~~”
-dosen’t help everybody with everything 
-don’t care

Castiel

- Cute but can kill you 
- Don’t like Lysander grrr
- School president
- Perfect son

Nathaniel 

- Baby 
- Loves candy more than everything in the world
- bad grades 
- Likes sports 

Lysander

- Sarcasm 
- fuCk u CasTiel 
- sing some emo mcr songs
- wants more tattoo 

Kentin

- Sinnamon roll 
- Memes 
- DS >>>>> PSP
- nerd dork 

Armin & Alexy

Armin:
- Cinnamon roll 
- Likes drawing (specially nude)
- quiet 
- Dosen’t get along too well with Alexy (But still love his bro and worry about him)
Alexy:
- Shy, nervous, anxious help 
- Likes kentin but can’t come close to him 
- Don’t care about his clothes (different from Armin)
- Dies when someone hugs him 

[GOT7 as] Highschool Students

Mark: Sleeps in class. Gets 100% on the test. No one has heard him talk. Every girl wants a piece of him. Rumour has it he has a cute laugh. But no one has proof. Teachers let him skip presentations just because. 

Originally posted by nochuie

Jaebum: The hot bad boy. So done with this school. Just wants to graduate. Lowkey acts cute sometimes. Will never speak to you again if you point this out. Basically, owns the hallways. The best kisser around. 

Originally posted by queenwithcollars

Jackson: Fitness is number one. Basketball is lyfe. Sports. Pray to the kale God. Juice cleanse. Will start an organic club. Is the captain of every sports team. He lifts. 

Originally posted by suga-pills

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studyblrs as hogwarts houses
  • gryffindor: class president, has a messy desk but they know right where everything is, forgets about tests but aces them anyway, prefers to study in the garden.
  • slytherin: keeps their perfectly color-coded planner on them at all times, has been wearing their dream school's t shirt since preschool, keeps their desk (and their life) neat at all times, debate team captain.
  • ravenclaw: is on a first-name basis with the librarians, has the most detailed and beautiful notes, reminds the teacher about homework, has a great bullet journal.
  • hufflepuff: organizes study groups, sends you their notes when you're out sick, reads to little kids at the library, draws cute little doodles in their textbooks.

‘Parks and Recreation’: Leslie Knope Writes Letter to America Following Donald Trump’s Victory

Dear America,

Amidst the confusion, and despair, and disbelief, it was suggested to me by a very close friend of mine (I won’t say her name, to protect her identity) (Ann. It was Ann) that perhaps a few people would enjoy hearing my thoughts on this election. So I sat down at my computer, cleared my head, and opened a document. Then I started crying. So I had some hot chocolate, and my close friend (Ann) rubbed my back for a while, and I got myself together, and sat down. And started crying. Then more Ann comforting me, and more hot chocolate, and back and forth like that for about six hours or so, the chain of hot-chocolate-and-back-rubs only interrupted briefly when I had to run to the store for more hot chocolate packets (“Just give me all of them, all the boxes,” I remember saying, through tears, to a very scared stockroom boy) and now I am ready to go.

When I was in fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. Kolphner taught us a social studies lesson. The seventeen students in our class were introduced to two fictional candidates: a smart if slightly bookish-looking cartoon tortoise named Greenie, and a cool-looking jaguar named Speedy. Rick Dissellio read a speech from Speedy, in which he promised that if elected he would end school early, have extra recess, and provide endless lunches of chocolate pizzandy. (A local Pawnee delicacy at the time — deep fried pizza where the crust was candy bars.) Then I read a speech from Greenie, who promised to go slow and steady, think about the problems of our school, and try her best to solve them in a way that would benefit the most people. Then Mrs. Kolphner had us vote on who should be Class President.

I think you know where this is going.

Except you don’t, because before we voted, Greg Laresque asked if he could nominate a third candidate, and Mrs. Kolphner said “Sure! The essence of democracy is that everyone—” and Greg cut her off and said “I nominate a T. rex named Dr. Farts who wears sunglasses and plays the saxophone, and his plan is to fart as much as possible and eat all the teachers,” and everyone laughed, and before Mrs. Kolphner could blink, Dr. Farts the T. rex had been elected President of Pawnee Elementary School in a 1984 Reagan-esque landslide, with my one vote for Greenie the Tortoise playing the role of “Minnesota.”

After class I was inconsolable. Once all the other kids left, Mrs. Kolphner came over and put her arm around me. She told me I had done a great job advocating for Greenie the Tortoise. Through tears I remember saying, “How good, exactly?” and she said “Very very good,” and I said, “Good enough to—?” and she sighed and went to her desk to get one of the silver stars she gave out to kids who did a good job on something, and as I tearfully added it to my Silver Star Diary she asked me what upset me the most.

“Greenie was the better candidate,” I said. “Greenie should have won.”

She nodded.

“I suppose that was the point of the lesson,” I said.

“Oh no,” she said. “The point of the lesson is: people are unpredictable, and democracy is insane.”

Winston Churchill once said, “Democracy is the worst form of government, except all those other forms that have been tried.” That is perhaps a pithier and better way to get my point across, than that long anecdote about Mrs. Kolphner. Should I just erase all of that and start with this? Whatever. I’m pot-committed now, and is there extra caffeine in that hot chocolate? Because my head feels like a spaceship. The point is: people making their own decisions is, on balance, better than an autocrat making decisions for them. It’s just that sometimes those decisions are bad, or self-defeating, or maddening, and a day where you get dressed up in your best victory pantsuit and spend an ungodly amount of money decorating your house with American flags and custom-made cardboard-cutouts of suffragettes in anticipation of a glass-ceiling-shattering historical milestone ends with you getting (metaphorically) eaten by a giant farting T. rex.

Like most people, I deal with tragedy by processing the five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. My denial over the election results was intense. My anger was (in Ron’s words) “significant.” My bargaining was short, but creative — I offered my soul and the souls of all of my friends in exchange for 60,000 more votes in Milwaukee, to any demon who cared to accept. (Tom told me it was a terrible deal, but I didn’t care, in that moment.) My depression I have already mentioned. Which brings us to Acceptance.  And here’s what I stand on that:

No. I do not accept it.

I acknowledge that Donald Trump is the President. I understand, intellectually, that he won the election. But I do not accept that our country has descended into the hatred-swirled slop pile that he lives in. I reject out of hand the notion that we have thrown up our hands and succumbed to racism, xenophobia, misogyny, and crypto-fascism. I do not accept that. I reject that. I fight that. Today, and tomorrow, and every day until the next election, I reject and fight that story. I work hard and I form ideas and I meet and talk to other people who feel like me, and we sit down and drink hot chocolate (I have plenty) and we plan. We plan like mofos. We figure out how to fight back, and do good in this infuriating world that constantly wants to bend toward the bad. And we will be kind to each other, and supportive of each other’s ideas, and we will do literally anything but accept this as our fate.

And let me say something to the young girls who are reading this. Hi, girls. On behalf of the grown-ups of America who care about you and your futures, I am awfully sorry about how miserably we screwed this up. We elected a giant farting T. rex who does not like you, or care about you, or think about you, unless he is scanning your bodies with his creepy T. rex eyes, or trying to physically grab you like a toy his daddy got him (or would have, if his daddy had loved him). (Sorry, that was a low blow.) (Actually, not sorry, I’m pissed, and I’m on a roll, so zip it, super-ego!) Our President-Elect is everything you should abhor, and fear, in a male role model. He has spent his life telling you, and girls and women like you, that your lives are valueless except as sexual objects. He has demeaned you, and belittled you, and put you in a little box to be looked at and not heard. It is your job, and the job of girls and women like you, to bust out.

You are going to run this country, and this world, very soon. So you will not listen to this man, or the 75-year-old, doughy-faced, gray-haired nightmare men like him, when they try to tell you where to stand or how to behave or what you can and cannot do with your own bodies, or what you should or should not think with your own minds. You will not be cowed or discouraged by his stream of retrogressive babble. You won’t have time to be cowed, because you will be too busy working and learning and communing with other girls and women like you, and when the time comes you will effortlessly flick away his miserable, petty misogynistic worldview like a fly on your picnic potato salad.

He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are the future. Your strength is a million times his. Your power is a billion times his. We will acknowledge this result, but we will not accept it. We will overcome it, and we will defeat it.

Now find your team, and get to work.

Love,

Leslie

The first time Eponine and Cosette met was at a poetry reading.

Eponine and Grantaire came to support Jehan at a casual performance space on campus. The first person to perform introduced herself as Cosette, and Eponine couldn’t stop the mesmerizing pull that her poetry created. She was beautiful on stage, the lights tinting her blue hair purple as she spoke.

Eponine’s breath was caught in her throat for the rest of show.

Somewhere along the line, Grantaire convinced her to sign up for the open mic night segment at the end. 

It was her first time performing her poetry in public, and she was completely under prepared for the way her nerves lit on fire as Cosette looked at her from the crowd. 

Cosette personally coming up to tell her that she did beautifully was worth it.

anonymous asked:

RFA + Minor Trio react to MC being kidnapped? And how would they go about saying them?

✿ im sorry if you wanted a serious answer to this because this got goofy.

Yoosung

  • Everyone expects him to cry, but no - no, this little chick of a man has hatched into a full-fletched chicken, and if the Legend of Zelda has taught anyone anything, it’s that our favorite egg-producing feathered friends ought to be respected and feared.
  • He gets cold. Quiet. And though he doesn’t look much like an action hero, he has learned how to be an unstoppable, unrelenting force of destruction via his mother. When you’re taken, Yoosung will not be denied in his quest to get you back.
  • Yoosung hires a private investigator and pours over documents, photos, and red-string connected diagrams in the interests of finding out who took you, where you’re being held, and how to get you back.
  • When storming the warehouse where you’re being kept, he doesn’t go in through the front door, but uses his LOLOL raid-planning skills to engineer a rescue operation. His co-conspirators are said private investigator and his gaming buddies, who Aren’t Going To Leave a Bro Hanging, Dangit.
  • For once, Yoosung gets to be the shining paladin of his dreams as he rushes in to rescue you with a bunch of other nerds.

Zen

  • Zen gets sulky, angsty, and in typical Zen fashion, he lone wolfs it.
  • He really looks the part of a brooding boyfriend set on getting the love of his life back. He puts on his leather jacket! He gets on his motorcycle! And he starts pursuing your captors with a dogged vengeance.
  • He uses his army of fans to track down details about where you are, because even though his armada of pining, lovestruck teenagers doesn’t entirely appreciate your existence, the thought of Zen being a loyal badass who goes to the ends of the earth for his loved one is so D~R~E~A~M~Y that they help out. With thousands of eyes combing the entirety of Korea, he gets some leads about your location within short order.
  • Once he knows where you are, he gets on his motorcycle and CRASHES THAT PARTY.
  • LITERALLY.
  • CRASHES THROUGH THE WINDOW.
  • then throws a chair at someone because Zen’s planning abilities are poor, but his heart is in the right place, ok?

Jaehee

  • jaehee karate chops a motherfucker.
  • Like - there’s no stopping her. There’s no halting her for a fraction of a second. Once she hears the news, she stands up, adjusts her glasses, walks out of work… and goes on the warpath.
  • like, Turn Down for What is blaring in the background as she walks into the camera, explosions firing behind her while she’s dressed in her pencil skirt and fashionable suitjacket.
  • she buries one of her heels into a man’s stomach.
  • IT’S PRETTY SCARY.
  • She rescues you and carries you off into the sunset, while on a yacht, without having sustained a scratch. Everything is sparkling. There’s a dolphin jumping superimposed over a rainbow.
  • …i will admit this might be wish fulfillment here
  • please jaehee. come for me.
  • please.
  • i’ll do anything.

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Hello. I’m white. And I’m going to tell y'all why I’m not offended by the term “cracker” or jokes about how we season our food with salt. I’m not offended because when someone makes a joke about me not being able to dance they don’t endanger my right to live. They don’t cause police officers to shoot me. It doesn’t reinforce a pre-existing system that would make it nearly impossible for me to live safely in my own country. I will never in my life say or type out the n-word. Because when I say it it means something different. If I say it then it means I’m indifferent to hundreds of years of treating black people as not human. I’m not offended by “cracker” because no, it’s not the n-word’s equivalent nor does it carry it’s history. I’m not offended by “black lives matter” because I’m not an idiot and think that Poc rightfully standing up for themselves is somehow trying to degrade ME. Marijuana is more commonly used among white youths than black, but somehow they’re the ones ending up in prison. Black girls have been doing corn rows, Afros, and acrylic nails for decades and they have been slandered and thrown out of school for it. But now white people do it so its ok and trendy. People say we’re living in a post-racial America, like somehow one black president made everything fine. Guess who says that. White people. Cuz now it’s more subtle and we’d rather believe ourselves more progressive than those nuts in the fifties. We don’t see it anymore because it now comes in the form of passive aggressiveness and carefully chosen words. Guys. That’s bullshit. Racism is alive and thriving globally. Like, Jesus. All this fighting over an evolutionary trait developed in response to a persons proximity to the sun.

  • somebody: wow! such a nice and warm weather, it feels like spring!
  • me: nice
  • me, muttering under my breath: shut the fuck up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's JANUARY it's not supposed to be this warm yet!!!!!!!!!!! global warming is HERE and our cold snowy beautiful winters are forever history!!!!!! yet we are doing NOTHING about the case!!!!!!!! and even if we did something trump is the president of united states now and he's going to FUCK everything UP because his climate decisions will affect EVERYBODY!!!ON!THIS!PLANET! this weather is not _NICE AND WARM___ WHAT THE FUCKKK it's the awaiting HELLFIRE THAT'S RADIATING HEAT UPON US SO SHUT UP

Democratic.

Republican.

Libertarian.

Independent.

Long ago, the parties lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the republicans attacked.

Only the president, master of all the parties, could stop them. But when the country needed him most, his term ended.

Four years passed and Obama and I discovered a new candidate, a democratic socialist named Bernie.

And although his political skills are great, he has a lot of polls to win before he can save anyone.

But I believe Bernie Sanders can save America.

The World According to Trump

To Donald Trump, the world is made up of only two sorts of people, or nations: strong winners whom others respect and fear, and weak losers whom others exploit and laugh at. There is no other alternative.

“At what point does America get demeaned? At what point do they start laughing at us, as a country?” Trump asked Thursday during his major announcement from the White House Rose Garden that the US would be withdrawing from the Paris climate agreement. “We don’t want other leaders and other countries laughing at us anymore. And they won’t be. They won’t be.“

For Trump, there is no such thing as collaboration for mutual gain. Cooperation is a sham. 

Similarly, social insurance is a con. Billionaires can be trusted because they’ve already made their money – presumably by out-exploiting others. 

Dictators are admirable because they’re respected and feared. But democratically-elected prime ministers and presidents need to be shown who’s boss – their hands grabbed in white-knuckled contests of dominance, their bodies shoved aside if they get out in front. And treaties and compacts need to be renegotiated so America wins.

It’s the same at home: Political opponents must be humiliated, White House staffers demeaned (even the Vice President shown his place), the press degraded, recalcitrant judges debased, others intimidated. 

Everything is a giant zero-sum game in which either you win and they lose, or they win and you lose. And if they dare put up a fight, you get even.

This is the personality of a sociopath. 

Trump is now the single most powerful person on the planet, with the ability to order the destruction of the world in just over four minutes. It is necessary to get him out of the White House, peacefully and legally, as quickly as possible.

washingtonpost.com
Analysis | Comey, unplugged: Trump is a lying liar who lied
At multiple junctures in Thursday's hearing, Comey made clear that he believes Trump is a liar. And he treated him accordingly.
By https://www.facebook.com/aaronblakewp?fref=ts

“I was honestly concerned he might lie about the nature of our meeting,” Comey said. “It led me to believe that I gotta write it down, and I gotta write it down in a detailed way. … I knew that there might come a day where I might need a record of what happened, not just to defend myself and the FBI and the integrity of our situation, and the independence of our function.”

By God, this is not what George Washington would have wanted, and I am thus withdrawing my support for everything but the legislation Trump would like us to pass. His words are a shame, but it is too important that we end health insurance for indigent seniors in Ohio.
— 

After the president’s tweet, I must withdraw my support for everything but his agenda 

It’s mildly reaffirming when I read a column in the Washington Post that makes the same point, and the same joke, that I made yesterday. It makes me feel like maybe I’m not taking crazy pills.