I can’t accept that. I can’t accept that there was only one black woman in the entire film, who delivered one line and who we never saw again. I can’t accept that the bad guys were Asian and that although in China, Lucy’s roommate says, “I mean, who speaks Chinese? I don’t speak Chinese!” I can’t accept that in Hercules, which I also saw this weekend, there were no people of color except for Dwayne Johnson himself and his mixed-race wife, whose skin was almost alabaster. I can’t accept that she got maybe two lines and was then murdered. I can’t accept that the “primitive tribe” in Hercules consisted of dark-haired men painted heavily, blackish green, to give their skin (head-to-toe) a darker appearance, so the audience could easily differentiate between good and bad guys by the white vs. dark skin. I can’t accept that during the previews, Exodus: Gods and Kings, a story about Moses leading the Israelite slaves out of Egypt, where not a single person of color is represented, casts Sigourney Weaver and Joel Edgerton to play Egyptians. I can’t accept that in the preview for Kingsman: The Secret Service, which takes place in London, features a cast of white boys and not a single person of Indian descent, which make up the largest non-white ethnic group in London. I can’t accept that in stories about the end of the world and the apocalypse, that somehow only white people survive. I can’t accept that while my daily life is filled with black and brown women, they are completely absent, erased, when I look at a TV or movie screen.s

Olivia Cole - Lucy: Why I’m Tired of Seeing White People on the Big Screen (via noely-g)

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I have heard people say that men and the Fae are as different as dogs and wolves. While this is an easy analogy, it is far from true. Wolves and dogs are only separated by a minor shade of blood. Both howl at night. If beaten, both will bite.

No. Our people and theirs are as different as water and alcohol. In equal glasses they look the same. Both liquid. Both clear. Both wet, after a fashion. But one will burn, and the other will not. This has nothing to do with temperament or timing. These two things behave differently because they are profoundly, fundamentally not the same.

The same is true with humans and the Fae. We forget it at our peril.

Patrick Rothfuss, Wise Man’s Fear (via conjuringseed)

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I think you're very beautiful but I wish you'd smile occasionally in your pictures! lovelymisslor

crowcrow:

naw 

jaclcfrost:

eternally passionate about movie soundtracks and movie costumes and deleted scenes from movies and concept art for movies and scenery from movies and bloopers from movies and watching movies and movie theaters and just movies

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americachavez:

can you imagine if tony called steve or some other white boy “honey bear” or “platypus” or “sourpatch” affectionately and then got drunk and redefined personal space with him on a private jet like this fandom would lose its shit but instead we all sit here like “I just see them as BROTHERS”

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snh-snh-snh:

I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.

Then I spend time with teenagers.

And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.

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30 Day OTP Challenge - Day 5

illfuckyouwithwords:

Kissing

Maya and Jay never kissed the same way twice in a row, but there was a kind of pattern to the way their lips locked throughout the day. Maya loved to pepper Jay with tiny little pecks in the morning to wake them up, and Jay would respond by rubbing their nose against Maya in a ridiculous Eskimo kiss until they were both giggling under the rays of light peeking in through the window.

Throughout the day, provided they spent it together instead of working and/or being in class, the kisses they shared had a wide range of intensity. One kiss might be perfectly quick and chaste (Jay loved doing those when Maya least expected them) and the next might leave Jay feeling weak in the knees. Maya liked to nibble at Jay’s bottom lip and listen to the sharp inhale that always followed. Jay liked to kiss the spot where Maya’s shoulder met her neck. The two of them enjoyed kissing in general.

They could both agree that the best kisses were the ones that happened late at night. Slow and soft, the ones where they didn’t pull away until they physically couldn’t keep going. Jay would cup Maya’s soft round cheeks in their hands and Maya would thread her fingers through Jay’s hair and they would kiss until everything else disappeared around them. In between these kisses were whispers of “I love you” that echoed in the quiet darkness of their loft, and by the time they finally stopped they were already half asleep, limbs tangled together and lips tingling and swollen.

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Founding Avenger Janet Van Dyne will be pre-emptively killed off in Marvel's "Ant-Man" movie. ›

stele3:

The more I hear about Ant-Man, the more I want to wipe it from the face of the Earth. It never happened. It will never happen. It does not exist in the MCU. Carry on.

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