white spotlight

Whoops, just realized I’ve never post the full view of my 2015 YGO telephone game contribution, here’s Kaiba boy and his dragons!

Honestly still pretty bummed for not being able to catch the DSOD movie screening in my country. Oh well, I’m still looking forward for the DVD release of it next year 2017 (•̀o•́)ง My Malaysian friends and peeps told me that the movie is really GOOD!!

UPDATE: Blessed to watch the ygo movie in Australia with my @ygoreanimate pals and I love Seto Kaiba the movie

Everyday is your birthday in the fifth house. It is a cosmic Disneyland that opens just for you.

Sun in the 5th house/Leo in the 5th house
The world is a stage and the performer is gracious, radiant, and absolutely transcendent. A Queen dancing on the rays of the Sun, the whole world is watching on

Moon in the 5th house/Cancer in the 5th house
A child walks under a white Moon spotlight, exquisite and enchanting, glowing with the sovereign of an heiress

Mercury in the 5th house/Gemini or Virgo in the 5th house
The word alchemist, wings made of sun, a painter of children’s fairytales with language, a pen that pops with confetti holding books full of colour and delight

Venus in the 5th house/Libra or Taurus in the 5th house
The lover dances on a stage, blowing kisses and swaying with the sun, releasing the bubbles of pleasure, music, and indulgence and seduction

Mars in the 5th house/Aries in the 5th house
A child emerges from a box of crayons ready to draw a world into this one, a woman flickers lights from her fingers, under a blaze she bedazzles with a fire twirling display

Jupiter in the 5th house/Sagittarius in the 5th house
Laughter radiates from the crackle of morning light, today is everybody’s birthday, it’s eating a marshmellow icecream cake for breakfast

Saturn in the 5th house/Capricorn in the 5th house
A guardian appears, one who swoops in to hold and love and protect those vulnerable children, a guardian emerges to soothe his own inner child

Uranus in the 5th house/Aquarius in the 5th house
A bizarre artist walks from his home, an abandoned church in the woods, eccentric portraits and paintings hang upside down

Neptune in the 5th house/Pisces in the 5th house
A circus performer walks and floats and contorts, every movement a display of bodily art and entrancing sensuality, she creates ambient music with her thoughts

Pluto in the 5th house/Scorpio in the 5th house
Beneath a pastel sea, swirling with hypnotic music and art, a spellcaster swims with a wand, every exertion of self is a creative display of godly magnificence

-C.

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Top 10 Movies of 2015

1. The Revenant (dir. Alejandro González Iñárritu)

2. Spotlight (dir. Tom McCarthy)

3. Room (dir. Lenny Abrahamson)

4. Phoenix (dir. Christian Petzold)

5. Mad Max: Fury Road (dir. George Miller)

6. Sicario (dir. Denis Villeneuve)

7. Star Wars: The Force Awakens (dir. J.J. Abrams)

8. James White (dir. Josh Mond)

9. Carol (dir. Todd Haynes)

10. The Second Mother (dir. Anna Muylaert)

Honorable Mentions: 

The Martian (dir. Ridley Scott)

Steve Jobs (dir. Danny Boyle)

The Lobster (dir. Yorgos Lanthimos)

hellomrwhale  asked:

I left a comment that talks about the GITS "whitewashed" I don't know if you agree that it's white washed but if so then that reply is for you. Because it's fucking not. Me personally yeah would have preferred an Asian actress BUT like the reply said (please read the reply) her shell doesn't matter. Plus I honestly think the movie is going to be pretty but lacking the philosophical part of the franchise which is a blow to gut. But anyways, the outrage over GITS is dumb tbh.

my big issue is with the fact that they planned on using cgi to make scarjo look more asian than actually hire an asian actor

they would rather hire a white woman and try to make her look more asian than actually hire an asian??? which just kinda shows how little asians are actually regarded in mainstream media

like im done with the whole ‘hey this is an asian thing or its heavily based off of asian culture but this white person takes the spotlight’ like the great wall and shit bc hollywoods gonna keep pulling that kind of thing and im always going to be constantly angry if im going to care about it man im just tired

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A warm hello

Harry Styles - 1279 words (not really smut)

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There was nothing as beautiful as seeing him giving his absolute best on stage every night, singing his lungs out as his eyes sparkled due to the harsh white spotlight that shone on him. The fact that his heart and his soul were embedded in those songs, along with the cheering girls, made a permanent smirk crawl across his features that couldn’t be wiped off for the remainder of the night. 

There was nothing as breathtaking as getting an opportunity to stand there backstage, a small grin covering my own features as well while my eyes darted along to his dancing and jumping frame. The backstage crew had often laughed at how smitten I had stood there frozen, eyes glued to him for the whole show, every single time I was invited along to one of the shows. 

The set list had almost come to an end, only one song left and I knew that the boys were glad to call it a night. It had been a harsh few nights and I decided to join them for the last leg of the tour, taking a few days off to spend some time with my sort of secret boyfriend. 

“Wipe that drool off of your chin. Disgusting hormonal girl.” Jimmy, the young, handsome lad that was in charge of the instruments grins my way, adding a wink as well for emphasis. “Oh shush it you, you drool on Beyoncé too if you ever had the chance. But you’re stuck here, aren’t ya?” I turn around and lean against the brick wall behind me, arms crossed over my chest. Jimmy holds his arms up in a defensive manner, only drawing the tiniest of chuckles from my parted lips. 

“You were an amazing audience, but we’ve come down to our last song. Thank you all for joining us tonight and adding to the time of our lives!” Liam chirps happily through his microphone, throwing his arm around Harry’s shoulders and hauling him in. 
Without a second thought my tongue darts out to lick my lips as my eyes trail over Harry’s back down to his bum. 

The cheers reach an ear deafening decibels when they finish their one hour and a half show and stumble off the stage one by one. Niall high fives me as he passes me, both Liam and Louis cheering and releasing the last of pent up energy coursing through their veins. Harry is last and he makes a beeline for my small, slumped frame. “Hey you.” He presses me up against the wall, his sweat covered torso pressuring me to suck in a breath while his fingertips trace over my jaw. 

“Such a warm hello I’m receiving.” I chuckle as Harry’s eyes sparkle down onto me before our lips are pressed firmly against each other. “Let’s head out, yeah?” Harry breathes against my lips before he pulls away and throws an arm around my shoulder to haul me along. He’s making small talk with a few of the crew members as he stalk through the deserted hallways towards the back door. 

“We’re planning on leaving tomorrow at ten so be in the lobby fifteen minutes beforehand.” The elder man scolds Harry and he scoffs but waves it away with a smile, his hand trailing from my shoulder over my bare arm to rest along my hip. “Yeah, yeah Gene. We’ll be on time.” My fingers are toying with the hem of his sweaty, to his body clinging shirt as I see them exchange a few silly faces. 

I’m certain Harry will be out like a light within fifteen minutes of reaching the hotel room and I don’t mind. His light snores would lull me to sleep eventually while I got sucked into some fanfiction to swoon over. As soon as Harry’s hand lands far too high up my leg though I know we aren’t sleeping a lot tonight. 

“You were amazing tonight.” I breathe, letting my head fall back onto the car seat, eyes glued to the handsome man next to me. His fingertips ghost over my clothed leg, his pearly white teeth beamed in my direction. “I might be even more amazing tonight..” He smirks suggestively, lips trailing along my hot skin as his large hand now cups my dampened core. “I like that adrenaline of yours.” I breathe, slowly closing my eyes and focusing on his touch. 

I have to slap his hands away the whole way up to the hotel room. Harry was always a hands on guy, although you’d never see any picture of him touching a woman in an ungodly way. I think he very fucking well knew where a camera would be and when to strike a pose. And I kind of admired that about him. He wasn’t your normal celebrity either, but he stayed humble and down to earth. Except for those expensive shirts.

“As if you don’t want to.” Harry’s eyes flicker between my own, lust filled, a smirk covering his plump, pink lips. I visibly roll my eyes and pull him closer towards me by his belt loops, our bodies pressing against one another. “Every day, every minute. But not in public.” Harry’s lips press against my jaw and I let my fingers weave through his hair, lightly pulling on the chocolate brown strands to earn a sigh dropping from his lips.

“I thought you were kinkier than this.”

“Oh believe me, lover boy, you couldn’t handle me if I gave you my all.” I smirk in Harry’s direction, accompanied by a wink as the elevator doors open to let me onto the deserted hallway. The boys had left before us and they were probably already knackered and asleep in their own hotel rooms, leaving us the only ones to roam the hall.

“That sounds like an invitation..” Harry stands back behind me, his large hands roaming over the lower part of my stomach as I dig in my purse for the room key. After Harry had lost that damn card three times in my last visit, I demanded to keep the damn thing on me whenever we set foot outside of the hotel room. He reciprocated by keeping me in bed for the remainder of my stay.

As soon as the door closes behind us, Harry’s shirt flies across the room. He’s quick to discard his pants too before he lets himself drop onto the bed. “Come.” He pats the spot next to him but I shake my head, dropping my purse near his suitcase and bending to grab one of his clean shirts. “I’m going to get rid of this make-up, give me five minutes.”
I am quick to wipe a wet washcloth along my face, discarding my own clothes on the pristine floor, throwing Harry’s shirt over my naked form.

I kind of feel frustrated and disappointed when I come back to the main room, but on the other hand is this the kind of view that I appreciate the most. Harry is on his side, one of his hands tucked underneath his head, his breathing evened out and slow. I knew he would fall asleep as soon as he’d lay his head on the soft, fluffy pillow but somehow I hoped he had a little bit more adrenaline left. I smile softly as I crawl into bed beside him, pulling the duvet up so it would cover our barely clothed bodies.

I scoot behind him, throwing my arm over his waist and snuggling my face up against his shoulder blade. Harry might have hated it whenever I wanted to be the big spoon, but right here, I never had felt more at home.

I hope you like it.
Lots of love,
L. xox

The ultimate white privilege

Is that we white folks can condemn white privilege and spotlight our opposition to it…

Safe in the knowledge that the advantage it grants us will never be stripped from us in our lifetime.

Our activism costs us nothing. Let me say again, our activism in this regard will never cost us a thing. We rely on the fact that the system we protest will never change.

Before the footlights we perform our outrage over living in a white supremacist culture, but behind the scenes we still work the rigging and make sure the show never ends.