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Mike Driver
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@farbeyondexpectation
remember when u were like 11 and the only thing u wanted was a lava lamp
I think about this cake every day
sorry for exposing your tags but this is hilarious
This is the cake we all deserve for getting through 2020. Exactly this cake.
the most inspiring image you will ever see
So here’s the thing. white people don’t believe that Black people can create art without it having something to do with them. Our films must teach them lessons, our books and songs and outworks must inform them, in no uncertain terms, that slavery bad, drugs bad, racism bad, and if not then it’s a Bad Movie, and Not Effective and Disappointing. If our art doesn’t include a Sesame Street style lesson on the Horrors of Being Black, then it’s bad screen-writing and lazy and a bunch of other buzzwords. If we don’t gently coddle them and hold their hands and give them easy to swallow theory, or give some sort of strong message on violence, drugs, police brutality, etc., then it’s bad.
I just think it’s so annoying that everything I do as an artist has to mean something to white people. I don’t write to teach white people lessons. I’m sure most Black filmmakers don’t make their movies to teach white people lessons. Black artists have the right to make art for the sake of making art. We’re allowed to tell stories that are entirely divorced from politics. We’re allowed to write horror and romance, to talk about what it’s like to be Black and gay, and to fall in love, and how it is to live in a haunted house, or how it is to have doppelgängers that want to kill us.
I don’t even know how to put it into words, but I’m tired of white people thinking that Black people are put on this earth to entertain and teach them. It’s frustrating and tiring and I wish that Black creators were allowed to just be,
walking thru the streets late at night would be so Good and calming if I wasn’t scared of every man and car I see after 8pm
“What’s New York like”
Me:
Diver convince octopus to trade his plastic cup for a seashell
imagine if a fuckin……. giant alien just showed up and stuck a huge hand in front of your face and then proceeded to offer you three different houses and wouldn’t stop until you moved out of your old shitty apartment and then helped you fuckin move
and then just left
I just want Hallmark Christmas movies but with lesbians:
You’re a hot shot femme reporter stuck in our small town for Christmas when your car breaks down and I’m the soft butch mechanic who owns the only garage.
I almost asked you to the Winter Ball in high school fifteen years ago, but chickened out, but now we’re both home for Christmas and single and maybe we’ve got a second chance?
You’re a cold-hearted businesswoman and I’m one of Santa’s Elves whose been put on probation and if I can’t teach you the true meaning of Christmas, they’ll never let me back in the North Pole.
I can’t believe this post got something like 2k+ notes! Here are some more Hallmark Homo for the Holidays movies:
We’ve always been rivals at the Annual Christmas Cookie bake-off, but when we get snowed in at the Town Hall the night before the competition and are forced to Huddle for Warmth, it could be love.
I’m a lonely veterinarian who hasn’t had a date in years, but this Magical Christmas Cat that I rescued keeps bringing hot women by the clinic and now I don’t know how to choose.
I’m a poor single mom struggling to keep my toy store afloat and you’re Santa Claus’ daughter looking for a Mrs. Claus of her very own. Can we find love and save the family business before midnight on Christmas Eve?
Commenting on someone's body/weight is NEVER okay. "But what if I mean it as a compliment?" Nope. Absolutely not. Not only does this reinforce the idea that weight loss/thin = good and fat = bad, but you have NO IDEA why someone is losing weight or what they are going through. When I was at my lowest weight i felt completely alone, was deep in my eating disorder and was in one of the worst periods of my life.