So I’ve been overwhelmed by the black panther comicon appearance and I’ve been dwelling on how revolutionary the black panther movie is going to be, what it’s going to mean to countless people when this movie comes out and how long we still have to go, So I decided to put this short photoset together to illustrate exactly how big of a deal it is and how it is bigger than one person.
it’s so bittersweet because when I was younger (especially growing up where I did, a black kid in Finland) I really wished I had more access to imagery and media that reflected who I was because it would have made my life radically different for the better and I wouldn’t be at 26 (STILL) doing damage control but on the flipside, I’m so in awe of all of the beautiful talent in 2016 that younger black kids are able to see and be inspired by.
I think I was like 4 years old when I conciously picked up race and color via watching Disney’s “Aladdin” and I noticed how Jafar, the evil royal guards etc the villains were more ethnic looking or a shade darker than the “good” characters.
it’s insidious because you’re seeing something but at age 4, you don’t have the comprehension skill or knowledge to break it down and see it for what it is (Colorism, Societal bias against black people which is rooted in centuries of white supremacist doctrine, society associates things that are dark/darker colors with evil, danger, ugliness, dirt etc) and reject it.
so you pick it up and see it on a surface level and you think to yourself “well darker must mean ugly, criminal and less human”…then what happens when you look at yourself in the mirror and find out that you are black?
and guess what? if a 4 year old black kid can pick that up and internalize that about him/her/themselves….then a white kid can sponge up the same language and imagery that dehumanizes black people too (subconciously/conciously)…what happens when when these people grow up? become teachers, doctors, law enforcement etc? what kind of impact is that going to have?
I’m going off on a tangent and that’s just one personal example but society does that on a global grand scale and it is largely unchecked.
but honestly though,look at the photoset and think about how many talented people out there that we love and respect….who would NOT have achieved the things they did if it wasn’t for another person before them inspiring them to reach their goals and acting as trail blazers when it seemed as though it was impossible….then think about the flipside and how many people, with all the potential in the world, never lived to become great because they were met with more images dehumanizing them than ones uplifting them…this is why the fight for HONEST representation is important and it continues.
I’ve noticed that a lot of other witches also enjoy fiction and writing! Tarot itself tells a story, and you can do so much with using tarot to outline your story and characters! So here’s a 13 card spread that can be shortened down to six if you need to. The order in which you lay them really depends on if you’d rather do a six or thirteen card spread.
1-6 are the main points of the story.
Beginning - What are things like at the beginning of the narrative? Where do your characters start?
Climax of Act One - Something has drastically changed in your MC’s life. What is it? What do they need to do now?
Midpoint: big twist! - Need a plot twist? Someone is hiding a secret? Things aren’t going as planned? This is where something unexpected happens.
Climax of Act Two - It looks like the bad guy is winning, nothing is going right. What does the most intense part of your story look like?
Wrap up - What loose ends need tied up?
End - Where are things now at the end of the story?
Now, the other cards go in between those main six points.
Inciting Incident - What happens that shakes up the status quo?
Second Thoughts - What’s your character thinking now with these events looming on the horizon?
Climax of Act One
Obstacle - No one said this journey was easy
Obstacle - Yup, more things to keep your hero from meeting their goal
Obstacle - Getting frustrated? Good.
Disaster - The “oh shit” moment
Crisis - The “no no no no no this isn’t happening” moment
“We have similarities I can’t even really discuss. It’s almost eerie, she was born in a time when it was really hard to be Nina Simone - to be an honest artist. I live in a time where it’s actually quite easy for me to do that. I want to be healthy and stable and creatively honest because artists like her have allowed me to do that. I constantly think of her. I always talk to her and say ‘I’m going to do this out of service to you.'” - Michaela Coel On Nina Simone | Bust Magazine
AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him. - Bughead leading to eventual smut.
Okay, basically I want to an event where people would sign up to swap sims and then I would draw names to pair people up for it. People could then do the swap and maybe to stuff like make the other’s sim have a cameo in a story or even do something like a photoset. Anybody interested? If so, shoot me an ask to let me know and maybe reblog to raise awareness if you’re cool with that.
Edit: I’ve made an actual post with a link to the form you need to fill out to complete the sign-up process. Please go check it out!
Before the play has even started, they’ve announced the release date for the DVD (and this time Blu-Ray too!) for November 24!
Depending where you preorder you can get some photo bonuses!
Those fortunate to go to the venue and preorder will get a special yukata photoset!
Now for those who can’t go to the play and/or are overseas:
Animate will get exclusive photos of Midorima&Takao, Aomine&Imayoshi, and Hanamiya. (I just checked and they have Last Game up for preorder on their international site including the bonuses so they should be getting this up eventually if you want the Animate bonus)
Those who wish to order from Amazon will get Kuroko&Kagami, Kise&Kasamatsu, and another version of Hanamiya.
Other shops/sites that sell DVDs (like Amiami, CDJapan) will most likely be selling Overdrive too but there won’t be any exclusive preorder bonus.
“My name is Kira Yoshikage. I can’t remember when or how I died. But one thing I can say is that I feel certain I will not go to heaven.”
Araki: [Dead Man’s Questions] is a work where I drew a character who longs for the peace of his heart even after death, and who continues to grow mentally. This character is the greatest adversary in ’JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 4’: a dead murderer.
All of my “To Play” D&D characters. Some are specifically set aside for certain campaigns (Elian and Shaward are for two different campaigns with Gretchen, and Kesh is for whenever my friend Ryan runs a campaign) but the others are all up in the air for any campaigns I happen to find myself in.
“Do you understand,” Sakura pants, bloodstained and furious and snarling, “how long it took me to find this dress?”
The nin in front of her looks around desperately for an exit.
He doesn’t find one.
Instead, he gets Sakura’s hands on either side of his head and a broken neck.
“Twenty-six bridal stores!” Sakura spits at the body at her feet.
“You know, love,” Kakashi muses from where he’s guarding her back, “I definitely thought that if any wedding was ever going to be crashed by an attempted village take-over, it would have been Naruto’s and not ours.”
(in that one photoset where breakdown says knockout is his weakness) theres so many sparklings i go back to each photo so i can see what each sparkling is up to, so many cuties to look at its wonderful!~ >w<
oooooooh T.T @kiwiitin told me soundbean is sleepy after a play date w all of them. totally true!
Also fun fact Amren decided she’s Feyre’s…. if not mother than begrudging cool aunt who plays it chill but is literally that “if anything happened to her I would kill everyone and then myself” puppy photoset cop lady
a) ms firedrake gives feyre one of her necklaces. and then has her KEEP it
b) although feyre was all “I didn’t get to say goodbye to amren” before going to hyburn and [amren says someything coldish like don’t get yourselves killed] “I guess that was all the send off we were getting] amren FLIPS HER DAMN SHIT WITH THE “WHERE IS SHE” when they get back
Three anons requested Tony fics so i thought id give it a go. Not my best work but i hope its decent!!!
Note: The clothing and body types will basically be male stuff, since y’know, he’s gay.
I found myself staring from afar at the boy in the purple button down with the greased back hair. He stood in the lunch line, giving a small smile to the ladies working the stand as he got his food. He began walking away from the line as he paid at the register, I quickly changed my gaze and focused on the pre packaged food in my brown paper bag, a rosy blush very much present on my face.
I was much more startled by sound of someone sitting on the empty bench in front of me. I looked up and was met with the big brown eyes of the one I had become so infatuated with. A lopsided smile took over his face, making his cheeks rise and his eyes squint.
“Hope you don’t mind me sitting here,” he said, the bright smile still on his face.
“Yeah of course,” I said, frantically pulling my food over to my side of the table instead of it running over to the opposite half.
“Awesome. What snapback are we rocking today,” he asked before taking a bite of his sub.
“Still the old Cubs hat,” I said, taking it off and turning it around.
“Ahh, I like it. You said it was a 70’s style cap right?”
“You remembered,” I smiled at him.
“You bet your ass I did. And your hair is starting to curl from the bottom of your hat,” he chuckled.
I grabbed nervously at the strands, “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to get it cut.”
“Nah, don’t bother with that. It suits you, I like it.”
I found myself blushing once again due to the Puerto Rican Prince sitting in front of me. I tugged at my hair once again, giving him a quick thank you.
“You’re going to the dance tonight, right,” he asked me, bringing out the puppy dog eyes to make me say yes whether I actually planned on going tonight or not. Thankfully I did actually plan on going.
“Hell yeah. You’re DJing right?”
“Mhmm,” he said before swallowing what he was chewing,” I’ll let you come up there with me. Help me manage the copious amount of tapes I’ll have on the table.”
“Sounds like a plan. Can’t wait,” I smiled back at him.
I felt his leg lean on mine under the table and I found myself trying to hide an obvious blush once again. We made small talk for a while, talking about what we had to do in class today and what songs he planned on playing tonight.
“Hey, you wanna ride to the dance,” he asked me, his voice less confident and smooth than it was before.
“Yeah, thank you,” I said, trying not to smile too hard because fuck, Tony Padillia just asked if I wanted a ride.
“Awesome, I’ll pick you up about 7:30?”
“Yeah, and here,” I said pulling out a slip of scrap paper and a pen. I scribbled down my number quickly and barely legibly and handed it to him.
“Shoot me a text when you leave your place?”
“Will do,” he said as the bell rang.
We both threw our garbage in the trash and he gave me another bright smile before we went our separate ways. He went for his locker and I made my way down to the library where I spent my free period along with my best friend, Jessica.
She was already in our usual spot, scrolling through her phone before she looked up at me.
“Hey, bud. What’s got you so perky,” she asked as she set her phone.
“Guess who’s going to the winter formal with Tony fucking Padilla,” I said with a grin.
“Oh my fuck, congratulations,” she said as I sat down next to her, her giving me a side hug. “God you’ve been gushing over him since the beginning of freshman year.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said as I blushed, “but I’m so fucking excited.”
“Ahh. I’m so happy for you,” she smiled. “What do you plan on wearing?”
“Well you know Tony, he’s gonna be in his leather so I don’t know how to compliment that.”
“Just wear your vest and bow tie,” she assured me, “You’ll look great, who cares if you guys match.”
“Well, I mean I kinda do.”
“Shut the fuck up. You’re gonna look great.”
We continued talking in the library, trying to get all the homework that was assigned out of the way before the big night ahead. The period went by fast and soon I was pushed on over to English. I didn’t mind the class, the teacher seemed fond of me and she never assigned too much work to do. Class went by even quicker than usual.
“Alright. No new assignments because I know you’re all gonna have a busy weekend. Remember that the essay is due next Friday,” she told us as we all piled out the door.
I made my way to my locker to put away most all the things in my bag. I walked with my head down, looking up from my phone occasionally to make sure I wouldn’t run head on into someone on my walk.
Sure enough it was right at my locker that I bumped into somebody. I looked up already apologizing until once again the dry mouth kicked in and I could barely talk.
“Hey Tony,” I stuttered out.
“Hey,” he grinned. “Just wanted to see if you wanted a ride home.”
“Yes,” I said all too fast, “Sure. Yeah. Thank you,” I coughed trying to collect myself.
I opened my locker and stuffed my shit in, taking out a few notebooks that I used. Tony lead me out to his old car, opening the passenger door for me like the gentleman he was.
“And I thought chivalry was dead,” I joked.
“Well then I guess it’s another old practice I’m reviving,” he chuckled.
He popped in a Joy Division tape and “Love Will Tear Us Apart” played over the speakers.
“This is my favorite band,” I said with a big smile.
“No shit,” he grinned back, “Me too!”
“Hell yeah, Padilla.”
The rest of the drive went by all too quickly and soon enough we were in my driveway. I unbuckled my seatbelt and went to get out of the car but Tony grabbed my hand.
“7:30,” he said with those puppy dog eyes.
“7:30,” I looked back at him.
I went up my porch and into my house, waving him off before I went inside. I ate an early dinner because I know I’d be a mess if i ate any later. Time went by quickly and thankfully Mom was out tonight and Dad was on a business trip. It left me time to get into my own head and fuck myself up a little bit to psych myself up.
Hours went by by me binge watching House Hunters and waiting until about 6 to actually start getting ready. Jessica face timed me as she got ready, her doing her makeup and hair as I got myself all ready.
Soon enough it was 7:15, I was ready to go but still an anxious mess. Tony was such an insanely amazing dude and the fact that he offered to give me a ride and hang out with me for a few hours was insane. I listened to Unknown Pleasures to try to calm my nerves, blasting “Disorder”.
My phone screen lit up with an unknown number saying “Be there in 5. :)”
My head started pounding and the butterflies in my stomach felt like they were on meth. I stood on my front porch for just a few minutes and his red Mustang pulled up and came out right away. He smiled when he saw me, his hair slicked back and his leather making him look sharp even though some would consider him underdressed.
He opened the door like before and I sat down in the car before he closed the door and scurried back over to his side of the car. He looked me up and down subtly.
“Well don’t you look handsome,” he smirked.
“Right back ‘atcha,” I smirked back.
His DJ equipment filled the back of the car and music blasted as we went back to the school. No one would be here for another 45 minutes, it was still set up time. Those who set up the thing were all around already.
The girl who ran the photo booth noticed us right away.
“Hey Tony, Y/N, you two want a picture?”
Tony looked at me with a concerned glance and I just nodded. He agreed and we went to where the blue, snowy background was set up. Tony put his arm around my shoulders and I put mine around his waist. She took one photo and then set us up for another.
Before I could comprehend what was going on, the lights of the flash were in my eyes and the habitual smile was on my face.
Tony’s lips were on my cheek and he pulled away before I could really react. The photos printed from the stand and the girl who ran it handed us each a copy of the photoset.
I looked at Tony with flushed cheeks and he just smiled back at me, he was always smiling. He took my hand and lead me into the gym and we set up his equipment and goofed off until it was about time that people would start coming in. Tony started playing things off his tape as we sat behind the booth.
We talked about random little things, like a “get to know you” type of deal. Later in the dance Ryan came by, pushing Tony’s buttons and making him get a little angry. Ryan complained about the lack of slow songs and Tony rolled his eyes, letting Ryan get what he wants.
I stood up behind the booth and went closer to Tony. I rested my hand on the table, not really paying attention to what was on the table.
I tapped his shoulder and he turned to me, relieved to not be talking to his ex.
“Hey I was thinking. Uhm. You wanna dance?”
Tony was about to answer before he looked down at my hand and out to the entire crowd that was staring up at us. I lifted my hand from the table and in utter shock I backed away, realizing I hit the mic button and the entire fucking gym heard me. It was dead silent until someone started fucking clapping.
Soon enough it spread on and Tony and I just stood side by side, fascinated by the ordeal. He pulled me from my gaze and took my hand, taking me down to the gym floor. Everyone at the dance fucking cheered but right now all I could focus on were Tony’s arms wrapping around my waist. We were in the centre of the floor and Ryan put on a slow song. Other couples gathered around us, some giving me kudos for doing what I did, even though it was an accident.
Tony didn’t do with the gentle resting when it came to getting close to me. His arms were tightly around my waist and mine went around his neck, keeping him close.
“That was one of the best things I’ve ever been a part of, Y/N,” he said as we swayed.
“I try my best,” I chuckled nervously, trying to find something else to focus on because if I stare at Tony I’ll end up a mess.
Tony took a hand from my waist and put it on my jaw, almost forcing me to look back at him.
“Hey,” he said, snapping me out of whatever it was that I was in, “Don’t be so nervous.”
“I’m sorry, I just get really anx-”
He cut me off in the best and most stereotypical way possible.
His plump lips were firm against mine and my eyes closed immediately.
“I know that was cheesy as fuck but I like you. Like a whole lot. And I really hope this isn’t a one-ti-”
“Oh shut up and kiss me.”
And that he did.
One of my hands made it’s way into my hair and he pulled me closer to him if that was even possible.
“I’d say ‘let’s get outta here’ but I’ve still got a job to do for the next half hour,” he giggled to himself.
“Well then let’s go to my place after this then, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said smoothly.
He gave me one last kiss on the side of my mouth before we went back up to the booth. He finished off the set nicely as the crowd dwindled away to just the chaperones and faculty. We wheeled all his stuff into his car and we drove back to mine.
I took him inside the empty house and we went to the basement, where my room was.
“I’m gonna change out of this really quick. Here’s a pair of shorts if you wanna settle in,” I said, tossing him a pair of loose basketball shorts.
He gave me a quick ‘thank you’ before I went to change in the bathroom. I stripped myself of the sweaty dress ups and put on just shorts and a tank top.
I went back out and he was in practically the same thing. I lay next to him on my bed as he turned on the TV.
“House Hunters,” he asked.
“You know it. Just watch this shit, it’s a national treasure.”
“Whatever you say, babe,” he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
It was supposed to be a simple road trip to the beach
for a lad’s holiday with Liam. Louis’ car wasn’t supposed to break down,
and he wasn’t supposed to be trapped at some creepy little bed and
breakfast run by who Louis is convinced is going to ‘Norman Bates’ him,
and he sure as hell wasn’t supposed to fall in love with Harry Styles
along the way. But sometimes, the universe has other plans.
in which Louis and Liam are forced to stay at the B&B Harry runs,
and Louis really cannot stand him (who runs a B&B at the age of
twenty anyway?) until he finds himself really not wanting to have to say
A cute short fic where Harry runs a B&B with a room that contains creepy porcelain dolls (in Louis’ opinion). Photoset by me.