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Matthew Goode of Stoker posing for portraits during the 2013 Sundance Film Festival on January 21, 2013 in Park City, Utah.
Just some January 6, 2021 Twitter highlights
that last night we sat shoulder to shoulder and our backs were sunlit. i loved the way he laughed. it was honest and as unapologetic as rain. and i think i fell a little more in love than i was supposed to. except when i knew, i didn’t stop, and i could have, but i wanted to. he has the kind of eyes that always feels a little sorry. A soft brown warning sign. Feels like a summer that can’t stay. but i make no promises either. and in this way we get each other. come April he goes. a ghost in the middle of the night. and there are no goodbyes. no phone calls.or second-thoughts. but we both know what we always knew. our hearts are too soft. i don’t know what he took with him. perhaps just his keys. and his favorite green jacket he always wears. maybe his headphones. and of course his cat. but not a trace of me. or a single picture. forget a lingering shadow of my silhouette. it’s like it was always meant to be this way. i couldn’t even be bitter, because i mean, i always knew. come April, he leaves. and he goes to her.
- In April
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Every expert is bought and paid to express a certain opinion.
So what do you do? I don't know about you but for me I'm going to do the following:
I'm going to support my black friends because black lives do matter and they've been fighting a long time and shouldn't still be fighting the same racist bs.
I'm gonna support my LGBTQIA friends because it doesn't matter who you love as long as you love not hate.
I'm going to support my immigrant friends because I love the diversity and beauty of their culture blended with American culture because it makes us all better.
I'm going to support the police officers that I know are good and just and hope that they can inspire and lead others to be the same.
I'm going to vote from little elections to big elections to put people in place that want to help raise others up rather than push people down to line their own pockets.
That's what I'm going to do what about you?
Today marks the first day of Pride 2020.
It also marks the seventh day of protests held in honor of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and Ahmaud Arbery. It’s been 634 days since Botham Jean was murdered by a police officer, 233 days since Atatiana Jefferson was fatally shot by a police officer, 2,123 days since Michael Brown was fatally shot by a police officer, and 2,146 days since Eric Garner was choked to death by a police officer.
It has been five days since Tony McDade, a Black trans man from Florida, was shot and killed by a police officer.
At the time of this post, it has been almost 19 hours since David McAtee was shot and killed by the authorities.
This week has served as a stark reminder that those who have power in this country wield it recklessly and violently against Black people, non-Black POC, and trans people. For some, the power is found in their badge. In others, it’s their skin tone, their socio-economic status, their cisgender privileges, or any other number of privileges one can have. In 2018, with at least 26 trans people who were murdered, all but one was a trans woman, and all but one was a person of color. According to data collected by Human Rights Campaign, this pattern is all too common. It should also be noted that the number of trans people who are murdered is grossly underreported, with many families and newspapers often misgendering those who can no longer speak up for themselves.
On June 28, 1969, the Stonewall riots began as a response to the constant police raids of nightlife establishments frequented by the LGBTQIA+ community. That night sparked a revolution, with many eye-witnesses crediting Black and Latinx trans women for being brave enough to ignite what would become one of the most pivotal nights in LGBTQIA+ history. Without Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, there would have been no uprising. Without them, there would be no Pride.
At this moment, it would be tone-deaf and insensitive to commemorate Pride in the same celebratory fashion we usually do. Instead, we’re asking you to make the commitment to better the lives of the oppressed. Do the work to become actively anti-racist if you are not Black. Spread the word that Black lives matter. Spread the word that trans people deserve to feel safe wherever they go. Reblog this post, make your own, or find someone in your life who doesn’t understand and do your best to make them understand. Donate if you can.
The first Pride was a riot. We stand with you.
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Point Well Taken re: Media Hijack
kangaroo: (sees creature descend from the sky with a single giant multicoloured wing)
kangaroo: oh i am going to absolutely kick the shit out of that.
► Film Facts ➛ 10 Things I Hate About You ღ ⁃ The table dance scene is what led to Julia Stiles leading role in Save the Last Dance (2001).
Feel Something
I've been leaving my heart in all the wrong places Took it back way too soon when I should've been patient I built all these walls so no one could break in Truth is I miss those nights when my heart could be nakedI don't need to feel love, I just wanna feel something If it's never enough, at least it's better than nothing After everyone I've lost and every kiss I wasted I don't, I don't need to feel love Just wanna feel something (Something) Just wanna feel something (Something) Just wanna feel something (Something) I just wanna feelI waited so long to feel like I'm worthy Find someone who could rewrite the pages I'm turning I've grown with the pain and bathed in the lonely All I want in this moment is someone to hold meI don't need to feel love, I just wanna feel something If it's never enough, at least it's better than nothing After everyone I've lost and every kiss I wasted I don't, I don't need to feel love Just wanna feel something (Something) Just wanna feel something (Something) I just wanna feel something (Something) I just wanna feel
RIP to an OG member of the Buffyverse 🖤
#LukePerry #Pike #BuffyTheVampireSlayer
“Ever since I was a little girl, my mother would tell me that being polite was the most important thing a woman can be. I am four I am in the backseat of my grandfather’s car with my two male cousins. I excitingly exclaim, “I’m going to be an astronaut when I’m older!” My grandfather sternly tells me girls can’t be astronauts, especially pretty ones. My cousins say they’re going to be pro football players― he tells them they can be anything they set their minds to. When I get home I take down the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling; I don’t really want to be an astronaut anymore. I am seven I am the top of my class, and I win a student of the year award. A boy I have a crush on tells everyone, “no one likes a girl who knows everything.” They all laugh. I blush and stuff my award into my backpack; I don’t really want to be smart anymore. I am eleven I am lean and have cut abs from all my activities. All the girls in the locker room have prominent breasts, and hips. One of them tells me that abs on a girl are manly and gross― boys don’t like girls who look bulky; I don’t really want to be strong anymore. I am fourteen I am a freshman cheerleader, and getting noticed is important to me. Upperclassmen whistle at me as I walk down the halls, and one very popular senior grabs me by my waist and tells me I’d look good underneath him. I smile uncomfortably and tug at my skirt; I don’t really want to be seen anymore. I am fifteen I am very sick and gain ten pounds while on prednisone. My mother pinches at my arms and makes a joke about how they look like pillsbury dough. My friends mock the roundness of my face and a boy tells me he only likes really thin girls; I don’t really want to eat anymore. I am seventeen I am dating a boy who makes me feel like I am flying. He tells me that if I sleep with him it’ll prove that I care― I believe him. He holds me down by my neck and I am silent. When he’s finished I lay on stained sheets with my blonde hair in knots; I don’t really want to be in love anymore. I am eighteen I am every man’s image of a perfect woman. I walk, talk, and breathe just the way men want me to. I say thank you when I am whistled at. I am never too ambitious, too intelligent, too strong, or too opinionated. I tiptoe around everything, because taking up too much space in a man’s world is never okay. I understand now that disagreeing or agreeing with a man can sometimes mean life or death; I don’t really want to be a woman anymore.”
— When people ask me why I need feminism (via starlitbones)
This speakers volumes…
Spike telling Illyria that her looking like Fred is her most devastating power for some people is still one of his most heartbreaking lines ever.