how much longer do I have to wait how many more nights do I have to stay awake to see you to meet you
Summary: Your whole life has been plagued by the sight of gray: cold and lonely and unbearably plain; you thought you were the exception to a system of fate and destiny that brought two people together. That is, until your favorite Kpop group undergoes their first international tour. Pairing: Jimin | Reader Genre: Fluff; Idol/Fan AU + Soulmate AU (the one in which colors get brighter and brighter than closer you are and fade into gray when they’re too far) Word Count: 11,869 Author’s Note: This was an idea I originally had for Hopeless Hearts, but it didn’t feel right in comparison to what Hopeless Hearts has become now. I knew I wanted to write something for Jimin again so this idea came back to me with more details and it just felt… right.
ALSO thank you Katie aka @minsvga for reading my outline and basically letting me talk you through the entire plot and letting me update you whenever I hit different word counts.
You always thought you were broken—a failed outcome of a nearly flawless structure that has bounded and tied two people together since the very creation of human beings. You had heard of those special cases, of people who just saw gray their entire lives no matter how many oceans they covered and no matter how far they traveled, no matter if they searched the deepest corners or sought out the tallest mountains. You’ve heard of people in which distance wasn’t the problem—it was just them. Their existence had been doomed from the moment they were born, to live their life in monotone quality. Quite literally too, in fact. Knowing that there would be no one waiting for them on the other side as they slowly ventured through, never knowing a sunset or a sunrise or the grass—their life like an old film, classic and hazy and left behind.
For the first seventeen years of your life, the thought of just not having a soulmate was something that you didn’t necessarily think too deeply about. Some of your friends were of equal level to you, basking in the gray plaguing your line of sight. Albeit, there were a small handful who caught glimpses of red and yellow and blue, all of which were tinged in gray, during the duration of high school. And then there were an even smaller handful who were immediately gifted with the sight of the rainbow right out of the gate—their soulmates are the ones they end up going to prom with or are in the running for best couple in the yearbook, or other varying degrees of gross shit like that.
At a young age, the idea and concept of a soulmate, the concept of forever, was far too grand and far too wide to understand or grasp entirely. It also just seemed much too gross for you to want to understand. The thought that there was someone out there made just for you? Preposterous.
For the first seventeen years of your life, you didn’t really care. And you knew there were many others like you who shared that same belief system. No one wanted to have to settle down too early.
But none of you understood the true gravity of what it would be like to finally find your soulmate and the sensation of experiencing something you had been deprived of your entire life—henceforth you continued not caring, not knowing what you were missing out on in spite of everyone gushing endlessly about it.
Finding one’s soulmate has always meant to be a personal experience, something that could never be replicated or repeated—for a soulmate is supposed to provide as a ‘one and only’ occurrence; something that people could talk about yet not understand unless one had also uncovered the discovery of what would follow upon meeting a soulmate.
For the first seventeen years of your life, the art of ignoring those type of conversations shared between parents and girls who thought they were better than anyone else gradually started to become second nature to you. Yes, you could grasp that meeting your soulmate was going to mark a momentous occasion in your life, but was it really that important? You were going to meet him eventually, so what was the point of rushing through everything?
this is how we broke up: Missed Calls
(Anthony x Reader)
Word Count: 933
Warnings: i dont even think i swore in this one…
Authors Note: Ok so this series is super personal to me. I’ve noticed it isn’t my most popular but for some odd reason I stopped giving a shit about notes for the first time. This series makes me want to write again - and i feel so bubbly and anxious to put it out there. I can’t sleep or do anything else because i just wanna write this. When your writing starts coming from the right place; you’ll know because you’ll be happy that even 1 person read it. I’ve never written in this style before but yeah, let me know what you thought. Part 3 will be out tomorrow. love you lots.
Summary: how many missed calls does it take for you to come back to him or get out of his head?
Anthony’s mind went blank. His vision was blurry from his tears which fell from his face in slow motion onto the library log, smudging the black ink that you’d written minutes prior. The summer breeze gave him goosebumps despite the heat, and he turned around as if this was all some sick joke. As if you’d be there right behind him, the musical melody of your laughter the only noise that filled his ears rather than the blood rushing to his brain in the dead quiet neighborhood. You’d wrap your tender arms around him and pulling his body flush to yours and smile against his skin. The tickling of his baby hairs on the back of his neck made him paranoid as he whipped around - It felt like you’d just brushed by him, and he’d missed you by a millisecond. He missed you by minutes, hours at most. You had been there, right where he was - just minutes ago taping the envelope onto the doorbell, tears streaming down your face, your hair pulled back messily. He imagined you standing there, crying despite your actions that betrayed your feelings. He could see you. He could feel you if he tried hard enough. The tingle his skin would feel when your fingertips lightly traced from freckle to freckle on his forearms was now replaced by the lonely summer wind. Your abrupt departure hit him like nothing else and his mind wandered as he closed his eyes, breathing coming in hiccups. How could you have left so easily - without a goodbye or closure. Had he missed you just minutes ago, or had he missed you 2 years in time? Had the past 2 years been him chasing nothing but the idea of you? Dating the idea of you, kissing the idea of you, loving the idea of you.
What do you think of an imagine where the reader is Adam’s favorite character
in a book, who he asks to see in the mirror at least once a day, slowly falling
in love with her?
Aaaaaaaah! <3 C U T E
I think I’m going to make this into a series? Someone please give me feedback?
“It’s getting late, my little prince.” The
kind queen chided her son as he sat upright in the bed. “I’m afraid it’s time
for you to sleep now.”
“One more story! Please!” The young boy
begged eagerly. After thinking for a long moment, the queen met the prince’s
gaze. His eyes were sweet and blue, full on innocence. She sighed.
“All right, one more.
And then, you must sleep. You have a big day ahead, you know.” Her smile was
soft as she searched the small shelf in Adam’s room. What was there here that
she hadn’t read to him yet? And then she found it.
It was an old book. One she hadn’t laid
eyes on since she was at least a teenager. It had been a favorite of hers. The
Girl Made of Starlight.
“Here’s one.” The queen sat down in the
chair beside Adam’s bed. “I haven’t seen this book in a very long time.”
“Where was it?”
“Hiding, I suppose. Waiting for the right
moment to make itself known. But nevertheless, the sooner we finish, the sooner
you’ll be asleep.” She took a breath and opened the front cover. “Once, in the
Kingdom of the Sun, there was a girl. To everyone around her, she appeared
ordinary, boring and quaint. And as she grew up surrounded people who thought
of her as nothing but standard, she began to believe that ordinary was all she
ever was, all she could ever be. But that was not the case.”
“What was she?” Adam practically bounced
“Eager tonight, are we?” the queen smiled.
“(Y/N) was truly more than just the daughter of the miller. She was a child of
After reading a large portion of the book,
the queen decided that it was getting far too late for her little prince to be
awake given the events waiting for him the following day. So, despite his many,
many protests, the queen placed a bookmark in her treasured favorite and put it
on the shelf for another night.
But the queen never got to finish her
She soon fell to illness and became too
sick to read. Soon after, she was gone. And as the kingdom grieved, the king
became twisted. Her death was the end of him. And so was it the end of the Adam
that was hopeful, the Adam that was kind.
Years later, when Adam had reached
adulthood, came the curse that twisted him into an enormous, fearsome beast.
The story of the star girl was long-forgotten. Adam spent years in isolation,
wallowing in his misery. His selfishness had done this, his vanity. He had
taken so much pride in his looks, in the beauty of the things he owned, and now
that it was gone, he felt as though he had nothing.
As time passed, Adam ventured from his West
Wing more and more. He didn’t want to gaze upon the cursed rose any more than
he had to. It was only a reminder of his mistakes, of the grim deadline that
hung over his head. The library became a refuge, a place where he could escape.
The book the Enchantress had given him sat idle on his shelf, and instead, he
found a home in literature. As he searched the shelf, something fell and hit
the floor with a soft thud. He looked down, and there it was: The Girl Made of
Adam slowly bent down and picked up the
book with his massive paws. He brushed off the cover, and his blue eyes
widened. Thoughts of his mother came rushing back to the surface. He was
tempted to put the book back, to forget he had ever found it, but instead, he
carried it over to the couch and began to read it.
Inside the pages of the book waited the
story of (Y/N), the miller’s daughter, who was just about to discover she was
not as normal as she had been raised to believe.
~Losing her mother had changed (Y/N). Every
day, the glimmering star that hung around her neck only served as a reminder of
the magnificent woman that had left her daughter behind. Her mother’s words
were ingrained in her mind. With her last dying breaths, she had put the
necklace around (Y/N)’s neck.
“Remember that there is light in
everybody.” Her lips pulled into a frail smile as her husband and daughter sat
beside her in tears. “And there is light in you. You don’t know it yet, but you
will. No matter where you go, no matter how far you travel, I will always be
Iridessa squeezed (Y/N)’s hand as the life
in her began to fade.
“You are a child of the stars. A beautiful
girl with more power than you know.” She pressed a finger to the center of her
chest and whispered a final goodbye as the life left her eyes. “I believe in
Adam took a deep breath and adjusted himself
on the soft couch that sat beside the hearth. He had a feeling he would be
there for a while.
Over the course of the week Adam had read
the book at least twice a day, only taking brief breaks for meals and sleep. He
was a man obsessed. He didn’t know why, but of all of the books in the library,
this one had captured his attention better than anything he had ever read.
After finishing it for the tenth time, a
strange idea occurred to him as he brushed past the enchanted rose that had
doomed him to this fate, the wretched timer, an eternal reminder that his day
was coming. Then, he would be stuck like this forever. Beside the rose sat the
Enchantress’ mirror. The moment his eyes settled on it, he reached out for it.
He took a deep breath. This was stupid.
This was a dumb idea. It would never work.
But what if?
“Show me…show me the girl made of
The surface of the mirror rippled, and then
there she was, just as the book had described. Her hair had flooded with white,
and her silver eyes shone like stars. Her cloak of the sky was wrapped around
her shoulders, and the necklace her mother had given her hung around her neck.
She was running. From what, he didn’t know,
but at the sight of her, after watching her and realizing she was real…or at
least, she was real somewhere, he
almost dropped the mirror. He took a long, labored breath. She was real. She
was actually real. And she needed help.
Days passed. Adam tried not to watch her
too often, but it was hard not to. She was real. She existed, and he couldn’t
shake the feeling that there was someone or something after her. She always
seemed to be rushed. She had quick meals in little taverns, and took cautious
sleeps at haphazard inns. She carried very little and showed her face to very
few, most often keeping hidden in her large cloak of the sky.
With her, she kept very few things. Aside
from her cloak and necklace, all she had with her was a map, a worn leather
book of stories, and a pouch of coins. There was something about the book with
her. Adam knew it was important to her, but he didn’t know why.
Perhaps it was why someone was chasing her.
Again, I kind of want to do a series on this, so feedback would be awesome. I love you guys <3
so to answer the question: my favorite proofs are the ones that tell me why something is true. Those proofs are rarely found in books, and usually require reading 17 different sets of lecture notes on the topic, piecing things together,
skipping two years, and learning a different field.
You are Steve Roger’s little sister. You grew up with him and Bucky in Brooklyn but after both their deaths in the war you were left alone. Skip forward seventy years and with the help of SHIELD you survived and are now reunited with your brother and best friend. The Avengers, however, don’t know you exist until one day Steve introduces you and things in the tower become very interesting. (eventual BuckyxReader) (post CACW)
Word Count: 1511 (a shorter chapter this time)
WARNINGS: fighting (physical and verbal), mentions to panic attacks, overprotective Bucky and asshole Steve
Title: Steve’s little Sister (part 7)
Note: Eek! It’s finally up. I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to post the next part I’m drowing in all my Uni work. I’m supposed to be doing my folio that’s due in two days but instead I’m posting this. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it!
You woke with a groan, cursing yourself for leaving your blinds open. Without opening your eyes you groggily tried to roll over and go back to sleep but you found you couldn’t. A heavy weight was resting across your waist, holding you in place. That’s when it all came back. That’s when you remembered the night before. Your anxiety over Steve’s mission. The fight with your brother. And then coming to the only person you felt would understand.
You never left your blinds open, never. But Bucky does. Which means you’re in Bucky’s room. In his bed. As though he could read your thoughts Bucky shifted behind you, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Left arm draped around your waist and chest pressed flush against your back Bucky was a warm comforting presence behind you. His head was resting in the crook of your neck and you could feel his warm, even breaths fanning across the back of your neck.
You released a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and relaxed into Bucky’s hold. It was clear he was still asleep and you didn’t want to wake him. Didn’t want whatever this was to end. So instead you closed your eyes and tried falling back asleep.
Typically though your thoughts wandered back to the events of the night before. Steve’s words floated through your head.
“No. that’s final.” Steve ordered firmly pulling away and turning around.
You could feel tears brimming at your eyes and tried to think of something else. Anything else. But every time you tried your thoughts would always return to those words.
Releasing a loud sigh you admitted defeat and hoping it will allow you some sleep, you let your mind to play your fight with your brother over and over in your head. Every word. Every painful second. Thankfully the pull of sleep rescued you from the memories and when you came to again you were lying on your back in an empty bed, the blinds beside you closed.
Confused, and secretly hoping the night before was all a bad dream, you slowly sat up and stretched your arms up in the air. Your hope vanished as you took in the military neatness of the room you were in. Clearly not yours then, you could actually see the floor in here. You released a dark laugh before crawling to the side if the bed and sitting down. You were still in your clothes from the night before bar your shoes which stood neatly next to the door.
“Morning doll,” came a deep gravely voice from behind you, “You feeling alright?” A figure walked around to your side of the bed and squatted in front of you. Bucky held out a glass of water to you and nodded for you to take it. You didn’t move and instead continued to stare blankly at him.
“Ok,” Bucky continued with a bit of a cringe, “maybe that wasn’t the best question to ask. At least drink the water. You cried a lot last night and you need to rehydrate.”
With bright red cheeks you ducked your head and took the glass Bucky offered draining it in one go. Bucky chuckled at that and placed the empty glass on the side table. He paused for a moment looking as though he was thinking before he turned back to you and placed a hand on your knee. Looking up you could see so many questions in his eyes but also a deep care and concern. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on you and you felt your whole body heat up your mind wandering to when Bucky held you.
“Doll. What’s wrong? What happened?” he probed carefully looking up at you with his clear blue eyes and snapping you from your thoughts.
“Nothing Buck,” you lied unconvincingly being unable to meet his eyes.
Bucky hummed unconvinced and continued humorously, “forgive me doll, but I find that hard to believe.”
You didn’t reply instead opting to play with the hem of your shirt. Noticing your fidgeting Bucky stopped your movement by taking both of your hands in his. Shocked, you looked up and felt yourself melting under the look that Bucky gave you.
“y/n, Doll, please? What happened? You came to my door distraught and in tears. I’m worried about you, please.” Remembering your words from the night before Bucky added, “I’m right here. You’re not going to lose me.”
His words had the effect he’d hoped they would and you felt yourself relax in the knowledge that you still had him. With Bucky’s thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand you took a shaky breath and began your story.
“I had a fight last night.” You paused trying to figure out how to tell your tale and Bucky waited, knowing first hand how hard it was to open up. Eventually you did and you told Bucky everything. You tried to play down the details but every time you did Bucky could tell and pulled you up on it. You knew each other too well. When the tears started a fresh Bucky pulled you to him and held you tight. It felt as though you sat there forever.
Once he’d gotten you cleaned up and made sure you alright Bucky left you in Nat and Wanda’s safe hands. They didn’t ask any questions and he gave them no answers. Bucky’s expression gave them all the information they needed.
Something was wrong, it involved you and Bucky needed their help. In the few weeks you’d been with the team you’d become their family but the three of you had bonded closely. Bucky knew that they wouldn’t let you out of their sight, allowing Bucky to do what he needed to do. He was grateful for that.
Just a Bucky was about to round the corner and leave the room you pulled out from between your friends calling out,
Turning quickly he was just in time to catch you as you flung yourself into his arms. Burying your head in his neck you breathed in his scent before pulling back and wrapping your arms around yourself. Slightly embaressed you ducked your head before shyly looking up at Bucky and whispering,
Despite the torrent of feelings that were flowing through him Bucky smiled genuinely at you, ignoring the racing of his heart.
“Always, doll.” he replied simply before nodding at the two women behind you and leaving.
Retreating back to Nat and Wanda you ignored their concerned looks but allowed them to guide you away. You couldn’t help but to wonder where Bucky was going.
Bucky was going to give your punk of a brother a serious talking to. Still being morning, Steve would be in the gym doing his usual work out so that’s where Bucky headed. He was on a mission and didn’t break stride once. He didn’t notice the new cadets that turned down another corridor in a panic when they spotted him. Nor did he notice how Clint climbed up into the vents, knowing better than to engage anyone with that look on their face.. Bucky was fuming and with every step his anger grew. He really didn’t care about anything else.
Making quite the entrance Bucky slammed the door open and stalked towards Steve. Leaning against the wall he was talking with Sam but looked up when he heard the bang.
“Bucky.” he called out, not yet having picked up on his best friends mood, “where were you this morning, you missed our run.” Pushing off the wall Steve strolled leisurely towards Bucky until Sam placed a hand on his shoulder. Looking back and noticing Sam’s drawn face Steve hesitated and took a better look at his friend.
“Where was I?” Bucky answered so calmly, so carefully that both Steve and Sam took a step back. “Your sister came to me in tears last night. Seeing her like that, Steve, was…” at a loss for words Bucky took a deep breath before stepping forward and confronting Steve. “And then, when I’d finally calmed her down and got her to talk to me, she told me what happened. You fought with her. You yelled at her Steve. You didn’t even listen to her point of view.” With each word Bucky’s voice grew causing Steve to shift on his feet.
“Do you have any idea what it must have been like for her once we were… gone?” Bucky asked quietly, searching Steve’s face for any sign of remorse. When he found none he stepped back, his face growing stony again.
“I’ll tell you what I told her. It’s not happening.” replied Steve stubbornly as he straightened up in response to Bucky’s challenge.
“That’s not your choice to make Steve.” argues Bucky, taking another step forward.
“Hell it is.” retorted Steve also stepping forward.
His temper having been worn thin already Bucky snapped and swung at Steve landing a square blow directly on his jaw.
So sorry about the cliff hanger (well no not really)!!
Because that is all the stupid upload glitch will let me do when editing and uploading video to old posts…it’s so weird. I could
upload 50 new vines in one day if they where all new posts, but after only fixing five old posts it’s like nope, sorry, you’re done.
So lets see..almost 6000 vines, @ 5 per day…hhmmm….
It’s only gonna take a little over THREE FUCKING YEARS
i shouldn’t have to overstate that this is a blog that is NOT SAFE FOR WORK. it’s noted in my rules and a clear WARNING page that no triggers are tagged in regards to violence/ murder/ bloodshed/ gore/ physical trauma/ abuse/ wounds/ cannibalism/ etc.
still, i would like clear confirmation that you, as my writing partner, are alright and comfortable with certain things when in reference/direction/involvement at your muse.
by liking or commenting on this post, i know that i do not need to restrict myself when it comes to detailed, gory descriptions, subjects or extreme violence in our threads together.
ouGDHFHF on a comical note once I was at my boyfriends place for their like….landlords??? wedding lmao because he didn’t want to have to go alone and one of his family members that was also there said we “looked like we could be brothers”
I'm saying, that a lot of your anons, and other blogs I've seen, have casually been using the word "oppressed" in the context of saying "Scotland is oppressed by England/the UK" in some form or another. I think this is irresponsible given that it's really not the case, when you compare the injustices done to Scotland to those done to other groups that use "oppressed" to describe their experiences. It's like when everyone was trying to imply that Scotland was/is a British colony.
I don’t think anyone was glossing over Scotland playing a part in the British Empire.
As for ‘oppression’ I think it’s completely subjective. Is not accepting Scottish notes down south oppression? In my opinion, absolutely not.
I don’t speak for all my followers but if one of them was to speak about what happened to highland societies and the Gaelic language, I’d argue it was oppressive.
Oppression is defined by, “Prolonged cruel or unjust treatment or exercise of authority,” and “The state of being subject to oppressive treatment.” I’d argue the very creation of the union was, to some extent, an act of oppression.
While oppression may not be something Scotland is currently going through, it doesn’t change the hangover effect on society from the past.
Pairing: The Joker (Ledger) x Reader Rating: T Words: 2998 Note: This is part one of the “prequel” to @kittylivesyou‘s request. Summary: It’s not unusual for people to take in a stray dog they find on the street. However, taking in a terribly mutilated stranger found in an alley in the Narrows? It wasn’t my smartest move.
I’m talking about Secondary flames here. While not as common or as strong as primary flames, secondary flames can definitely be important and combine with the Primary in a variety of styles. Like primary flames, they vary in strength. By my estimates, secondary flames are found in about half of the population. They take some training to find and to master.
Sky flames are an overwhelming flame that incorporates elements of the other flames. For this reason, I do not consider that Sky flames can be secondary flames. However, secondary flames can supplement and compliment primary Sky flames as they are only one specific element.
Note: Sky flames are unlikely to have a secondary flame. Those who wield a secondary flame are rare (think of Flames of Wrath using Sky Flames and secondary Storm flames) and the secondary flame will be exhibited more strongly in these people. However, this is a rare occurrence as Sky users are rare and a Sky who can use secondary flames is even rarer.
Secondary battles concerns of Rain secondary users is slowing down the enemy and/or giving others around them time. Their focus is what they can do for the group. They show similar characteristics of primary Rain users, but not to the extent of primary users.
(Think of how Gokudera may initially be an instigator, he is also heavily a reactor to comments. Combine this with a tendency to not back down and he exhibits Rain characteristics as a secondary flame.)
Secondary concern in battles for Storm secondary users is taking out as many of the enemy as possible (whether killing, knocking out, etc). They show similar characteristics of primary Storm users, although the extent to which they show it will not be as strong.
A secondary Sun users secondary concern in battles will be supporting those around them. Note that this is different from the Lightning’s defense oriented approach. Secondary Sun users are more focused towards helping than protecting. They will show characteristics of primary users, though not to the same extent.
(Gokudera exhibits this secondary in his more blunt and straightforward speech with others.)
A secondary Lightning user’s secondary concern in battle will typically be on protecting themselves and/or those around them. They may exhibit the fighting style and concerns of their Primary flame, but may impulsively act on this wish to protect heavily. The user of secondary Lightning flames will show similar characteristics to the primary users, especially with impulsiveness.
(Once again think about how impulsive Gokudera can be at times.)
Secondary concerns of secondary Cloud users is sticking to the plan. They’ll be much more willing to break away from their usual fighting style or their plan, but they would still prefer to follow it. They may show similar characteristics to the primary users (such as an intense stubbornness)
(Gokudera doesn’t exhibit this quite as strongly as his other secondary flames, but it certainly shows up clearly.)
The secondary battle concern of secondary Mist users will be on causing as much chaos as possible. This may come with a tend towards more resourceful fighting styles being incorporated into the primary fighting style of the person. They may be one of the harder secondary flames to identify as they may show characteristics of being more evasive or resourceful than average.
What's your opinion on Hollywood whitewashing roles for Ethnic Actors? (Ghost In The Shell, Edge Of Tomorrow, Death Note) On one hand, I do think the SJWs have gone too far. On the other, I do think denying ethnic actors roles in adaptations where the character was originally Ethnic is kind've messed up. I'm trying to create an argument that can reconcile my conservative beliefs with the beliefs that whitewashing is messed up. I've been accused of being a heretic by both. sides. Advice?
Fantastic question. Obviously the SJW types would like to present this as some sort of racism whether it be overt or internalized but this is simply not the case. These types of castings have more to do with the star power than they do the race. As progressive as the movie studios seem to be, at the end of the day it is all about the box office returns. Scarlet Johansson has more potential to put customers in the seats than a lesser known, ethnically accurate actress. Therefore it makes sense to cast her in the role. In addition, movies typically are tailored for their consuming audience which is, at least domestically, still predominantly white. This is true for most other societies that create their own movies. For example, why are the western Godzilla adaptations not 100% Japanese casts set in Japan. The source material is distinctly Japanese in origin? My point being that for me to believe that white washing is “messed up” , I would need to believe that there was some sort of malevolent intent behind the practice, but like all liberal fervor, there is usually a logical and rational explanation.
Motive is everything, which is why I object to SJW types who have entirely different motives for what I will call reverse whitewashing in which they promote ethic, female, or homosexual casting changes to replace white, male, heterosexual characters. Not because I object to ethnic or female actors in these roles, but because I know the motive is virtue signalling, socially progressive agendas, and in some cases, pure spite. Reliably these attempts always lead to disaster because the decisions are not not market based.
I also find the idea that an actor deserves a role because of their race to be somewhat insulting. Seems like affirmative action for actors. I would think you would rather be recognized for your acting ability than to be cast because your skin color matches the source material.
Bottom line, Scarlett Johansson is a major blockbuster star and people will show up to see her and therefore the studios stand to make more money. There aren’t many groups of people more socially progressive then Hollywood, but unfortunately for liberals, money can influence even the most die-hard SJW to make good decisions.
Personal opinion, I would have preferred to see a more Japanese adaptation of Death Note and Ghost In The Shell, because personally I like accurate depictions of source material. However, I don’t believe it is really anything to get worked up about.
I'm a 13 yr old and I got diagnosed with ADHD when I was 4. When ever people find out I have a mental illness that leave. I have depression and the fact I have no friends is making it worse. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me messaging you one day? I don't know anyone my age with ADHD and other mental disorders so I can't really make friends. Thank you. Bye.
You can absolutely message us here anytime. I’m sure some of our followers will offer in the comments to this post as well, so check the notes for people who volunteer!
I made a stash basket for some of my yarn hoard! No pattern for this one (sorry!)
Side note: I realize that I do post things without a pattern sometimes (usually things that are either WIPs, and/or things that I just make on my own). If I post something that you want to make too, let me know! I’ll do my best to help you out :)