what she means: Christy Altomare was ROBBED she deserved at LEAST a nomination why did they do this to her she’s starring as Anastasia in the new musical ANASTASIA ITS NAMED AFTER HER SHE SLAYS JOURNEY TO THE PAST SHE CRIES DURING HER BOWS SHES SO PURE AND KIND AND BEAUTIFUL
Anybody have a map:
*Evan being uncomfortable around Heidi*
-“That’s how you act when I try to hug you”
Waving Through A Window:
-“Evan gives me second hand embarrassment”
*computer lab scene*
-“Is that a wig?” Me:,“nope” her:,“wow its really nice”
-“Once again, second hand embarrassment”
-“This is why he won the tony”
-“Ohhh I love this one”
-“Connor really is an attractive boy”
(Side note my mom has a crush on mike faist it’s weird)
-“Is ben platt gay?” Me:,“it’s not confriemed but I’m assuming he’s not straight”
-“Zoe’s voice is really good why didn’t she win the tony” me:,“mom she wasn’t nominated”
If I Could Tell Her:
-“He’s a cute kid”
-“Why would he kiss her oh my god”
-“Okay Connor is really cute but he should cut the hair” me:,“NO”
-“You didn’t get invited to any bat mitzvahs either” me,“rude”
You Will Be Found:
-“I really like Connors Mom”
-“where’s Connor” me,“omg chill”
-“Oh so NOW she likes him”
-“all the social media is like overwhelming but it works”
-“Alana can sing”
-“how can he tie a tie that fast”
It was lunchtime that the nominations happened, I came into the National Theater canteen, got my little tuna salad and tried to figure out what was happening on Twitter. But before I could do it my agent was calling me. I thought, ‘Why the (hell) is she calling me? She should know that the nominations were about to happen!’ I answered to say I can’t talk right now. But then she was screaming so I thought, 'Oh! Something good must have happened.
Okay, Laura Main is so good! I mean, just looking at her expression makes my heart break, she doesn’t say anything and it’s so painful. Why hasn’t Laura got nominated for anything? I mean, I do hope next time CtM will be nominated for something, it’s because of her. GIVE LAURA AN AWARD!
Imagine... your little sister wins a tickets to the meet and greet
Let’s just start out by saying: my seven year old little sister is absolutely madly in love with four guys… and I know all of their songs because of it. Of course, mom and dad are always working and since I just turned 18, I, apparently, need to take a bigger role in the family (which means looking after my sister). That’s why I was nominated to be my sister’s caretaker while she goes and meets One Direction after entering a contest about a billion times. Everyone was incredibly surprised when she won, but here we are, ready to meet them.
“Do you think they’re nice?” My sister, Emma, asks.
“I’m sure they are,” I nod, smiling at her sweetly. She grabs my hand and her palms are sweating like crazy.
A man walks up to us and nods, “you two are Emma and Y/N?” he asks. We nod and he says, “follow me.” Emma’s eyes widen and I squeeze her hand as if to tell her to calm down. I’ve always been a believer in treating everyone as an equal, so when I heard that the only way you can meet these four boys is to win a contest, I got a little pissed off. I mean, wouldn’t they want people to treat them like normal human beings? Not have people screaming around them all the time? I know I would.
The man brings us into a sort of sad and empty room, where the four boys are standing around and talking. Emma freezes in her steps when she sees Niall, who is her favorite. She never shuts up about him. I know way too much about him already because she talks my ear off. “That’s him,” she whispers loudly and looks up at me squeezing my hand until I’m positive my fingers are about to fall off.
“Go talk to him,” I suggest and she looks at me, terrified. “Do you want me to come with you?” I ask.
She nods and I roll my eyes teasingly. I have to tug her along.
“Hi,” I smile at him. He turns and grins.
“Hi, girls!” he greets us. Emma is absolutely stunned, “What are your guys’ names?”
“This is Emma,” I gesture to her and he looks down and gives her a little wave.
“And I’m Y/N.”
“Well it’s very nice to meet you both,” he says.
I squat down and rub her shoulder. “You ok without me?” I ask, “I have to use the bathroom.”
She nods reluctantly and then I stand up, wave at Niall and then walk away. I soon figure out that I have no clue where the bathroom is, so I walk over to two of them talking to each other and ask. I tap the one I remember as Louis on the shoulder and they both turn, stopping their conversation.
“Sorry to bother,” I ask and smily shyly, “But can you tell me where the bathroom is?”
Louis smiles at me and then I glance over at Harry, who completely stops me in my tracks. I’ve seen photos, but this boy is twenty times as gorgeous in person. His eyes are twenty times greener, his hair looks softer, and his skin is absolute perfection. The way he tilts his head to the side and swipes his tongue over his lip makes my heart start beating really fast. He purses his lips when he catches me staring and then gives me a knowing smile as if he knows i like him. What can he expect, though? Pretty much everyone who meets him does. I don’t know what he’s like as a person, but, I mean, look at him. He doesn’t say anything—just stares at me as Louis takes this one.
“Yeah, uh, it’s out that door then take a left and it’s at the end of the hall.”
“Thanks,” I nod and steal another look at Harry as I walk away.
When I get out of the stall in the restroom, I receive a call from my friend and I pick up. “Yeah?” I answer.
“Are you with them?” she asks.
“I’m in the bathroom right now,” I say, walking out and rushing back into the room to check up on Emma.
“What are they like?” She asks frantically.
“I don’t know… I haven’t really talked to them much. Emma seems to be having a good time.” I open the door again, walking back in and looking around the room.
“Well get back out there and talk to Harry for me!“
“I would really like to,” I chuckle, catching sight of Emma making conversation with Niall, “But he’s kind of intimidating,” I say.
“Who’s intimidating?” I hear a deep voice as someone walks up from behind me. Harry Styles stands in front of me and crosses his arms, giving me a sly smile.
I chuckle holding up a finger to him and turning a bit so I can talk to my friend,
“Uh, I have to go,” I tell her.
“What? What’s going on?” She asks.
“I’ll call you after,” I say and then hang up, puffing out a laugh and looking back at Harry.
“I’m Harry,” he holds out a hand.
I nod and smile, “Y/N,” shaking his hand. Wow, his hands are soft.
“What’s so important that you’d be on your phone instead of talking to me?” He flirts. I roll my eyes and my cheeks start to burn up. “Your boyfriend being overprotective?”
“It was my friend, actually, wanted to check up on you,” I giggle, “She’s a huge fan.”
“And you’re not?” he asks.
I glare at him jokingly, “I didn’t say I wasn’t a fan… My little sister is a bigger one, though,” I say, pointing at my Emma. “And so I know practically every lyric to all of your songs.”
“That’s your sister?” He raises his eyebrows and grins, “She’s an absolute sweetheart! Does it run in the family?”
“It skipped me,” I shrug.
“Doubtful,” he crosses his arms, “You seem like a nice girl.”
“We’ll see,” I squint playfully.
“So tell me,” he says, “What do you do for a living?”
“I see we’re playing that angle,” I nod, pursing my lips, “Uh, I’m going to college to study sociology, but for now, I’m working at the Home Depot in the bathroom department.”
“Sick! I was going to study sociology!” He grins adorably.
“High school dropout?” I tease.
He shrugs, grinning cheekily, “I’ve taken a few gap years.”
“As long as you’re happy, though,” I shrug, “I mean, I’d love to be doing what you’re doing… I’m sure anyone would.”
“Do you play music?”
“I’ve been playing music since longer than I can remember,” I nod.
“Have any favorite bands?” He asks.
“Uh…” I bite my bottom lip and look up, trying to think of band names, “It’s a nearly impossible question to answer, but I really love the Fray, uh, Amy Winehouse, Coldplay, Led Zeppelin, The Weeknd, Ed Sheeran, a whole bunch that don’t really coincide.”
“That’s awesome,” He says, “Well, I’d absolutely love to hear your music,” he says. “Care to sing for me now?”
I shake my head vigorously, “Absolutely not. Especially not now.”
“What? Then when will you?” he whines.
“Not today,” I laugh, “Not tomorrow, not the next day…”
“What about the day after that?” He asks and I laugh but I can see in his face that he’s serious.
“Huh?” I furrow my eyebrows.
“I’ve got the day off,” he says, “we can meet up and you can sing for me… show me around the city?”
“We can, can we?” I tease.
“Don’t leave me here with blue balls, Y/N,” he jokes, “I want to hear you sing!”
“I’m really not that great at singing,” I laugh and he looks at me expectantly,
“But I suppose a day out with you wouldn’t be too awful.”
He grins and picks his phone out of his pocket, opening the contact app and handing it to me. I type in my contact information and hand the phone back to him. He types something in the box and moments later, my phone beeps. I take it out of my bag. It reads, “hi y/n.” I roll my eyes and type back, “hi harry.“
“Now how do I know you won’t track me down and kill me?” I ask.
“I don’t think I could get away with that,” he winks, “and I wouldn’t really fancy going on a date with a dead girl.”
AGREE. For Winter’s Bone, I kind of understand why she got nominated but I truly hated that movie. She moved me more in the first Hunger Game than all of her movies combined. I don’t hate her or stan her, she seems ok but that boner Hollywood have for her makes no sense to me. She’s an okay actress but the crazyness she try to force on her roles are cringey. And you’re right the fact that she is a skinny blonde white girl helps a loot.
Totally agree. She is an decent actress, but she is largely overrated (she is not Meryl 2.0) and she is too overexposed right now. I think Hollywood believes her popularity draws viewers to the theater, which has been proved wrong: Joy, X-Men, Serena, Passengers and, now it seens like Mother! too, underperformed. To be completely honest I don’t think having an A list actress or actor as a lead brings that many people to the cinemas anymore unless is an ensemble cast, but that’s another matter. The Academy treats her like the Grammys treat Taylor Swift.
Hollywood also goes crazy for the whole young ingenue thing. I still can’t believe that she won an Oscar for that performance (not that she was bad in it, but that role was too simple to be even nominated) against Emmanuelle Riva and Jessica Chastain. The same happened last year when Emma Stone won against Isabelle Huppert if you ask me. If you are not a young, white and american you have to work 3 times harder to get the same achievments.