me as i’m being escorted out of fox headquarters by security:
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me as i’m being escorted out of fox headquarters by security:
Lorde for Fashion Magazine
best picture was won by a film where the main character is mute and uses sign language. her two best friends are a closeted gay man and a black woman. it was directed by a mexican immigrant and y'all wanna focus on the fact that there was interspecies boning?
we can make our cake and eat it too. catch me ridin fish man dick while celebrating diversity and representation.
Tiffany Haddish getting drunk and telling the story of Rose Valland, an art curator who recovered stolen art from the Nazis during WWII, is everything I’ve never thought I needed in life. Someone PLEASE make this a regular thing with her. I guarantee our children and we, as a society, would learn more from her valuable teachings. [Full video here]
BEST SHIT EVER !!
solo: a star wars story mood
Donald Glover as Lando Clarissian
Zendaya for CR Fashion Book
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New York City, January 20 2017
i want to fight myself
The Shape of Water (dir. Guillermo del Toro), is the most the most beautiful film of 2017.
It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.Â
That changes today.Â
“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say.Â
Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.
“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“Â
Suddenly, silence.Â
1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.Â
A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice.Â
He is moved.Â
“Aight”.
My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again.
The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.
All I can hear is heavy breathing.
“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”
There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol”.
“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”
“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.
“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”
He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”
“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.
The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.
“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.
I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™ and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.
“Kk.”
It’s been one year since this iconic photo was taken. NEVER FORGET