Just gonna say it so my brain will stop thinking it: Jenny Agutter is one of the most beautiful women ever to grace the silver screen, and a damn compelling actress to boot.
Her character has to carry the weight of this film’s conflict in the first act, as she’s the one who recognizes the flaws in their Utopia while Logan is basically blind to them, and even though the dialogue in this movie is pretty clunky she fucking carries that weight.
I was happy for him. As you said, [Cheryl] is one of the most beautiful women in the country. He did well, as far as I’m concerned! She’s a lovely girl, he’s a lovely guy, and now they’ve got a baby. It’s great … I have my presents [for the baby] ready, I was gonna go round and see him, I texted him last week but he was in America. And then, when I leave [London] he comes back, and I just keep missing him. But, when I’m done with my promo, [going to see Liam and the baby] be the first thing I’ll be doing.
Niall on Liam and his baby on The Bizarre Podcast (via thedailypayne)
Cat Cat Cat! Purim is coming up soon. Can you tell us the Purim story, with swears?
oh my god, is this my thing now. OKAY, fair warning, this one’s gonna be… real long.
OKAY SO LIKE. way back in the waybackwhen, we’ve been kicked outta judea for the… first? second? first time. (we got kicked out of israel/judea a… few times. we got kicked out of spain twice, we got kicked out of the netherlands three times, we got kicked out of france and bavaria five times, we got kicked out of mainz in particular four times
god bless the gentiles honestly they’re god’s appointed travel agency. ANYWAY)
so we’re in persia. and we’re under the rule of king ahasueare– king ahahasay– king ahasueueueueue-
KING AHASARARUARAUAEREASS, who is having a Party
and king ahdahahaah has a wife, vashti, who is among the hottest women in the whole country.
king aheshhh, who is quite drunk at this point, is like VASHTI. VASHTI I WANT YOU TO COME OUT AND HAVE FUN AT THIS PARTY. I WANT YOU TO COME OUT AND DANCE FOR US AND WEAR YOUR CROWN
vashti is like ughhhhhhhh FINE
king aaaaaaahhahaha is like …ONLY YOUR CROWN
vashti is like …not fine
so, because this is ancient persia and men are terrible, vashti is promptly divorced and king aughjesus decides to hold the Country’s Biggest Beauty Contest, where the Most Beautiful Women in Persia will all audition to be his wife!!! (I TOLD YOU MEN WERE TERRIBLE)
MEANWHILE haman, a smug motherfucker with a three-pointed hat, is a councillor for the king. haman, because ancient persia does not have any kind of government that could be labeled “sensible”, makes a law that says Everyone In This Country Must Bow Down To Me When I Pass, because Reasons.
BUT, guess who does not bow down to people, you guessed right, it is the jews. chiefly and specifically in this instance an equally smug (but much less powerful) motherfucker by the name of mordecai.
haman passes mordecai, is like “you don’t look like you’re bowing??? that is not a bow shape??? exPLAIN.” mordecai is like “r u god? i don’t think yr god? i think god would have better taste in hats? so”
so haman is plotting like a motherfucker, which he is, and mordecai is Mad Afraid, but there is no time for plotting or fear because guess what it’s beauty contest time, motherfuckers
and guess who mordecai has enrolled in it, it is HIS NIECE, ESTHER
esther is hotter than vashti, but, like, in a chiller way. in my head, samira wiley. (in my head, esther is a lesbian. in my head esther is my girlfriend. right. ANYWAY)
king ahooleyhoo immediately picks esther, as she is the Most Beautiful Woman In A Ten Thousand Mile Radius (as are all jews OBVIOUSLY), and she is taken up into the palace to be the most beautiful and powerful woman in a ten thousand mile radius. and she is also mad smart, so
meanwhile haman has finished his Plotting and has resulted in this: he is going to get revenge against mordecai by Killing All The Jews.
“oh yeah,” say the jews. “real original.”
mordecai goes, well, coincidentally, i happen to have a niece who is the queen of persia. and ollies over like ESTHER? ESTHER HAMAN IS PLOTTING TO KILL US ALL. ALL THE JEWS. DO SOMETHING
esther is like, i have a solution to this. the solution involves getting naked.
so she holds a banquet for her husband the king, and at the banquet is like WOW… GOSH… I’M VERY NAKED… AT THIS BEAUTIFUL BANQUET. WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE A LOT OF SEX AND GOOD FOOD, DARLING HUSBAND
darling husband is like fuck yes, gets drunk as shit. esther is like okay. yes. now that you are full of good food and heavily sexed up, can i have a thing. can that thing be that you vow to protect me from anyone who wants to kill me
…sure, says king aheshehaara. sg.
great, says esther. havin a banquet tomorrow night too. be there or be square
king ajldfghfdghk;dfghufgsdoi has no desire to be square, so he comes to the banquet tomorrow night to find that esther has also invited… HAMAN? “well,” he thinks to himself, “i have never pictured this threesome before, but y’know, life is a rich tapestry”
but eventually esther goes “ah okay remember that promise to protect me from anyone who would kill me. what if i told you. i knew a dude who would do that thing”
“I WOULD SUPER KILL THAT DUDE,” says king ahassafrass, who has exactly 2 problem-solving methods
“great,” says esther. “what if i told you… THIS IS THE DUDE.” AND SHE POINTS AT THE DUDE. WHO IS HAMAN. WHO IS AT THE TABLE!!!
!!!!! says king ahahahahhfewsse.
!!!!!! says esther.
¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ says haman.
so esther REVEALS SHE IS A JEW! and that haman is implicitly PLOTTING TO KILL HER! (“i didn’t– I WAS NOT AWARE,” says haman. “WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING CHECKED THEN,” says esther. “OR WAIT. ANOTHER SOLUTION. IT’S DAWNING ON ME. AN EPIPHANY. YOU COULD NOT KILL PEOPLE”)
the king has haman hanged on the gallows on which he was planning to hang all the jews. and guess who is instituted as councillor in his place, that’s right, MORDECAI
who declares that the anniversary of Us Not Being Dead shall be celebrated every year forever with dressing up in costumes, and also that we shall eat little cookies shaped like haman’s hat, and also that whenever haman’s name is mentioned we will yell like hell
hey, says king aharseadslic. could, theoretically, this holiday include getting so drunk you can’t tell the difference between mordecai and haman
…i guess so, says mordecai
right, says king ahasuerus. carry on, haman
AND SO WE CONTINUE THESE TRADITIONS OF EATING COOKIES, WEARING COSTUMES, AND GETTIN SLOSHED, even SCATTERED ACROSS THE WORLD; and yes, i will be spending my thursday gettin drunk on my way to rome
so pour yrself a whiskey, put on a fake beard, and raise a glass: it’s purim 5776, and guess what, motherfuckers?
Overview: Y/n and Shawn talk about what they love about each other.
Authors note: Purely wrote this so I could gush about how amazing Shawn is
“Why are you so hot?” I ask while I layed on the hotel bed, my legs hanging off the side.
“What?” Shawn laughs, turning around and looking at me through the doorway from the bathroom.
I tilt my head to look at him. “I mean like, I know you go to the gym and everything but you’re face- flawless. I cannot find one flaw on your face,”
“Is that so?” Shawn hums, his back muscles shifting as he turned the tap off after finishing rinsing his toothbrush.
“I’m not usually one to obsess over looks because personality is key,”
“Are you saying my personality sucks?” Shawn teases, flicking the lights off in the bathroom and he leans against the door frame.
I shoot up right, “Not at all. You’re a 10 out of 10. You have the full package. Good as looks, most amazing personality and you can sing. No wonder you got the chicks swooning,”
Shawn’s head tips back as he laughs, “I only need one chick to swoon and that’s you,”
“See, that is what I mean. That right there was perfect,” I point at him as I speak.
“Did it make you swoon?” he says smirking, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Just a little bit,” I grin, flopping back onto the mattress.
“What else do you love about me?” Shawn walks over crawling onto the mattress, laying on his side, head propped up on his hand to look at me.
“You have the softest hair ever. Do you use product? I’ve never seen you put any in but then again, I’m never awake early enough to see if you do anything after your shower,” I trail off, eyes flicking to meet his.
“All natural baby,” he smiles, his eyes warm as they lock with mine.
“Of course it is. I’m seriously considering that you might be a Greek god like Hercules or something. Left on earth to be raised by human parents so you could bless all us humans,”
“Pretty sure I’m human Y/n,” he says laughing.
“To be discussed,”
Silence settles over us, the heater humming creating background noise. Shawn leans closer, his nose brushing my cheek.
“Want to know what I love about you?” He whispers, his breath fanning my face.
“My charm?” I ask, winking at him. A chuckle escapes his lips, his head falling onto my shoulder.
“As much as I love your charm I also love how you always try and find something positive in every situation,”
“I guess I do that,” I smile softly, pecking his nose.
“You also show so much love to all your friends and family. You don’t halfheartedly love someone, you put your whole soul and body into it,” He kisses my forehead gently. “Thats why I’m so lucky to have you in my life and to be able to receive your love,”
“Dammit Shawn, I’m going to cry,” I let out a shaky laugh.
“Aw baby no, this is meant to be a happy moment,” Shawn tucks some hair behind my ear.
“They’re happy tears don’t worry,” I smile at him, my heart feeling as though it would burst at the sight of the man in front of me.
“You’re also the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says and I gasp.
“But what happened to and I quote ‘she’s not even drop dead gorgeous’,”
The most beautiful women I’ve ever observed are those that have exchanged a self-focused life for a Christ-focused one. They are confident, but not in themselves. Instead of self-confidence, they radiate with Christ-confidence.
Leslie Ludy, Set-Apart Femininity: God’s Sacred Intent for Every Young Woman
I think a lot of people under appreciate Manon’s character.
First of all, she’s hot as fuck. Everyone that meets her describes her as being the most beautiful women or person they’ve ever seen. She’s even been told that her beauty could win her a king.
And she couldn’t care less. Her beauty couldn’t be more irrelevant to her. Not in a “appearances don’t matter to me” kind of way, in a “I just don’t care” kind of way.
She is also extremely loyal to her coven. Her thirteen are practically part of her. They’re so tight. If you hurt one of her thirteen, you will face the wrath of the rest of them. They’re sisters to the bone.
Not to mention men are on the bottom of her list of priorities (whether she’s straight or not). She doesn’t need a man, she’s got her thirteen and her wyvern. To her, there is absolutely no fucking reason a man should command or control her.
Let’s not forget how she protected Elide. Elide who was abused by her uncle. Manon came in, and took none of that shit. She protected Elide until she could give her the freedom she deserved.
Don’t forget about her and Abraxos. She could have had any of the wyvern’s, but she chose him because she saw something in him. She chose him, and she fixed him up and strengthened him until he became the underdog to watch. She made sure he could fly and fight just as well as all the other wyvern’s who didn’t have to go thru the same physical abuse and disintegration as him.
She saved Dorian’s life. She warned Aelin he was still there, beneath the Valg’s enslavement. She didn’t have to, but she did. She saved Dorian.
There is so much more to talk about, not to mention how totally badass she is.
The West Coast boasts the most beautiful women and the wimpiest guys. Veganism and vegetarian works well for women, but it makes dudes that fail to supplement extra protein noticeably skinny and frail.
“Atlanta” actor LaKeith Stanfield doesn’t appreciate anyone disrespecting black women.
In a video uploaded to YouTube on Monday, Stanfield ― who plays Darius in FX’s hit show “Atlanta” ― claimed he recently had to call out a driver for criticizing black women in front of him. He said the driver continued to make rude remarks before he learned that the actor was not one to engage in such crude conversation.
“Some dude, one of the drivers who takes us from point A to point B on this project that I’m working on, and he’s like, ‘Yo, black women they’re the hardest to deal with, man. They’re the most f**ked-up version of a woman you could have,’” Stanfield said.
Stanfield went on to say he had to quickly call out the driver over his remarks.
“I said, ‘Whoa, whoa, wait, hold on. You talking to the wrong person man because as far as I’m concerned…the most beautiful aspect of black women is that they’ve been through the most s**t you could go through in this country,” he said. “You know what I mean? They really have been through the most s**t and that’s a beautiful thing.’”
“That’s something that… should empower you to be a better version than what the f**k you are,” he added. “Instead of having you feel beat down by it, it empowers you to be better.”
Please some pre-cursed Adam headcons. I love your writing! U are amazing!!
i told myself that i didnt need them i tried but then you sent this request and i was like ‘ITS FATE.’
Not exceedingly fond of people laying their hands on him. I know, it sounds arrogant, but Prince Adam values his own space and will let people touch him when he feels like.
Has this irrational fear that any sort of attention on his body is going to leave him feeling sick with himself, much like he felt when his father gave him any sort of attention.
He can almost feels his father’s hand on his back, pushing him into the life of being heartless, and deep down, Prince Adam absolutely despises it. He sometimes wonders what life would be life if his father hadn’t been so loveless and if his mother was still alive.
He’ll let you know if you’re okay to touch him. It’s very rare, and either he’ll vocalize and tell you or he’ll touch you first. (Grabbing your hand, kissing the back of your hand, letting his fingers graze on yours while dancing).
Contrary to this, he does let Lumiere, Cogsworth, some of the others in the castle into his personal space.
Probably one of the reasons why he preens himself constantly. With the lack of affection from his father, he finds it easy to give it to himself. Straightening his jacket, brushing hair back from his face, letting his finger linger near his face while he expresses himself, glancing in the mirror before crossing his arms in front of his chest as if he’s hugging himself. He is. He can’t look at himself sometimes when he realizes just how alone his life is.
One of the (few) reasons why he insists on wearing such over the top clothes, and getting all decked out for the parties he holds is because he refuses to let anyone recognize what’s underneath. A pitiful, sad excuse for a human. At least, that’s what he feels like sometimes. If you put on a mask, no one can truly see what you’re feeling. Isn’t that right? He asks himself. That’s right. Your father taught you that valuable lesson.
He soaks in the aesthetic of the parties he holds, but doesn’t enjoy them as much as he may seem. Prince Adam hires people to be there, basically hiring friends to keep him company. He taxes people until they feel “obligated” to come to his party. And even then, it’s only the most beautiful of women.
(The next few are NSFW) Picks and chooses from the women there when he feels like it. He rarely ever engages one on one with them because he’s afraid of cracking his facade. The rare occasions he does pick a woman to stay at the Castle for the night with him, he acts and lashes out.
If they assume they were chosen for sex, he tends to get offended, often asking, “Do you think I’m that easy? Asking you here had nothing to do with that, I’m disgusted!” and if that happens, more often than not, he’ll have them leave before the night has even really started.
If they don’t assume that, then it’s usually just him staring at them from across the table. An intense stare as if he searching for answers somewhere inside of their bodies. He appears like he’s going to ask a question here or there but stops himself from going any further He tilts his head, licking his bottom lip before requesting that Lumiere get a bedroom set for them.
Prince Adam does this because It isn’t a matter of being loved anymore, it’s just a matter of not being alone for an entire evening and actually have some sort of human interaction even if it’s just staring. He doesn’t want to be loved, but it’s still nice to not be alone.
I’m not saying that he hasn’t had sex with any of the women who’ve stayed the night there. It probably happens here and there, but only when he’s absolutely starved for affection and needs it. Tends to be a picky battle. He refuses to let them touch him other than when deems okay, probably yells here or there if they do something he doesn’t like. Still insists on consent, regardless. If they don’t want it, he’s not that much of an asshole and he won’t force it.
Seriously uses women most of the time. After personally seeing them once, he usually never sees them again and they’re never invited back. If he keeps his distance, no one can get to his true self.
Refuses to let them stay in his room afterwards. He can’t let someone sleep in the same bed as him. It would expose to much and it’s much too personal.
Prince Adam absolutely buries all of the feelings above. He tries to feel nothing but what his father said was okay to feel. It leaves him a hallow shell on occasions. A man of good looks with an ugly personality.
After his mother died, he tried to express himself to his father about his grief, but wasn’t allowed, and even then, the staff in the castle were told not to let Prince Adam even acknowledge his feelings. They made him weak, were his fathers words.
Years upon years of burying his emotions leads to more and more violent outbreaks. Most of them are attacks on himself, and he’ll beat himself up for letting emotions creep to the surface.
Created a facade of narcissism and arrogance. Because of this, Prince Adam convinces himself that that is all he is and it only elevates as he gets older. He starts lashing out in more extravagant ways. Parties, taxing the villagers, buying himself lavish things(Clothes, materials, objects for the Castle) to perhaps fill the void in his heart.
The only thing that seems to keep him grounded is being left alone with a book. Contrary to what he may tell others, he does enjoy Romances while they last. Perhaps because he never saw such a thing with his parents and dreamed of encountering it or because he wanted it just as much.
But, he tells himself that it doesn’t exists. Such a magical thing must only be expressed with words in some silly story. He slams the book shut and sets it on the table, standing up and walking out of the library. He’s never finished a Romance other than Romeo and Juliet. He hates it. He hates the cliche of dying for someone you love. Where is the practicality in that? There is none, he snarls while making his way down the hall, There is none. It’s foolish.
During his childhood, his father convinced him that his mother died because of Prince Adam and his childlike tendencies. If Prince Adam acted like an adult, and like a Prince, then his mother wouldn’t have gotten so weak and gotten so sick.
This leaves him bitter and cold for most of his teenage years until he turns the bitterness and chill into arrogance and hatred, no longer inflicting it on himself but on others as well.
When he was a child, the one place he would go to get away from it all was the Garden. His father wasn’t one for tracking him down outside of the Castle walls so a young Prince Adam would curl up in the Garden and read a book there when he was younger.
Over time, he starts to secretly take care of the rose bush that’s opposite of where he reads. They were his mother’s roses after all, and seeing them dead and wilted make him feel guilty. And over even more time, he becomes exceedingly protective of it. The pure white petals, the sharp thrones, the green vine and leaves.
Prince Adam kept a journal up until the Curse was placed on the Castle. Wrote in it every night before he went to bed, and keeps them locked away so no one can read them. They’re just documents about his day, things he had done, things he had thought, and felt but didn’t express given the chance. One of the ways he can be so stoned face and heartless is because he spills all of himself on paper and truly feels nothing outside of writing.
Sometimes, during the Curse, he re-reads what he wrote and can pinpoint pivotal moments where things turned bad. He constantly tells himself, “You’re not a Beast now, you were a Beast then.”
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