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Yooo send me questions!

Reblog If you're bored and you want anonymous questions.

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This movie was epic !

FAYARD & HAROLD NICHOLAS (The Nicholas Brothers) in STORMY WEATHER — 1943, dir. Andrew L. Stone Fred Astaire told the brothers that the “Jumpin’ Jive” number in Stormy Weather was the greatest number he had ever seen on film. He would have been more impressed had he known, Harold admits, that “when it was time to do the jumps over each other’s heads into splits in the routine, we never rehearsed it.” Fayard adds: “It came nice and easy. Nick Castle [the choreographer] said not to rehearse it, that we knew what to do, so we did it like a rehearsal. And in one take!” — Brotherhood in Rhythm: The Jazz Tap Dancing of the Nicholas Brothers by Constance Valis Hill

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Will is an icon for that

dying at people being outraged like "will should have his award revoked" "how can he do something so violent and outrageous!!" "this is a win to toxic masculinity" lmfaoooo it's a bitch slap y'all so sensitive and the asshole deserved it. if more assholes got bitch slapped when they humiliate women in front of millions of people maybe the world would be a better place.

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PINEAPPLES CAN DEFINITELY GO

Mangoes. Hands down it’s mangoes

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LIIITTT.

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I stared at the aqua blue wallpaper of my room as the cars drive by and shine a light through my window and blinds. I was having a nightmare, though I don’t quite remember it. Not only that, but I was hovering over the nightmare by a thread, hoping not to be dropped and having to relive it. I slowly turned towards the windows so that a cool breeze would catch upon my face, though there was no such luck, and I began to burrow my head in the pillow.

The whole house was asleep and here I was awake, nervous and uncomprehending. I stand from my bed, jumping at the sound of a horn, and gasped along the way. I freeze for a moment watching the headlights burrow into darkness, and it is nearly minutes before I move as sweat trickles down my face. At a leisure pace, I open the door and step out to the orange floor with brown-burgundy patterns. Through the door, I can hear Sherri snoring, and so I creep across the floor, gingerly towards the living room with a box TV and couch decorating the room.

I sit on the couch and flick the knob of the TV, scrolling across the awakened and grainy screens. I messed with the antennas of the TV, which distorted the screen until I could get a clear picture. The volume on the TV was low, and I figured I had to watch it that way in order to not wake anybody up. When I sat down, what looked to be Saturday Night Live was on. Sometimes Sherri would have watch parties for certain episodes held with different people from our college, but I guess tonight she wasn’t up to it. I, however, never fell for the propaganda that it was a great TV show.

Soon again, I found myself flicking the knob and settled on what seemed a Public Access channel. There was a camera facing toward a man, and there seemed to be a man behind it as well. It seemed to be a film you’d find in Hollywood based on the quality. I could barely make out the words of the man behind the camera, but though the volume was low, I could make out an urgent tone. I couldn’t let this moment be passed up, so I turned up the volume.

“I mean this,” the man pauses. “We are beasts by nature, and we belong to none other than our animal instincts. We are no longer human, and I think it’s time you realize that.” He stared right into the camera as if he weren’t only looking at the cameraman, but at all of us who were watching.

I heard Sherri stirring in her sleep, so I turned down the TV a bit, still engrossed by the man’s words.

Then…there was the sound of clothes ripping. I looked around because to my ears there seemed to be noise where I was sitting, but I had to watch the TV scene to see it wasn’t anywhere nearby. This didn’t stop the slow terror rising and knotting up my throat. He was snarling and snapping his jaws as a rabid dog might, and saliva poured as if he could not control it.

“Is this a movie ?!” I nearly yelped out loud with alarm. It was downright absurd what was happening.

His clothes began to shred as he began to expand in form. He began to grow hair rapidly, with his skin becoming enraptured and consumed by the hair. His ears grew sharper and longer, almost elven-like but with a touch of animal, something wild and dangerous. The pupils of his eyes disappeared, turning into whites, pure and shining, then converting into a horrifying shade of red.

He barked suddenly and kept gnashing his jaws open and shut. A huge terror-filled scream filled the TV speakers and, in that instant, I raced to the TV and squeezed the knob, shutting it off as trepidation burned in my body. I then ran to my bedroom, plopping down on my bed with sweat pouring off of me more than when I had the nightmare that I was stuck in.

I began to stare at my ceiling again, petrified by the fact I couldn’t tell if this was reality if this beast existed and was out there prowling the streets. How many of us saw this and questioned our sanity? I clutched the teddy bear my mother got me for Valentine’s Day when I was feeling particularly lonely. I wished for mother, but no comfort came. It was already 2 am as my clock presented it, and I had a philosophy exam later in the day that I don’t think I’m quite ready for. Another fear made a fusion inside me, creating a hair-raising experience. So, I sat hugging that bear, inching away from the sounds that seemed as though footsteps were coming closer, all throughout the night.             

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Oh so many sites to be seen,

And gleamed

But time doesn’t

Seem that interested

in me.

So on, I must go

So on, I must go

The ocean lays

Its waves, giant and

Tremendous

And imprints upon

Our memories

Mother took me

And my impatient sister

About 7 years older

But with the mind

Of a

Galavant child

And showed us the seashells.

What a glory

Of wonder

Our innocence makes us

immune

Despite our teenage

shapes.

We sing as if

The shadows of ours

Dance bodaciously and wink.

Our ability to swell

When we are seen

In Nature

Makes us grin

With mirth.

It is our birthright

To grow bright

Untroubled and

Well.

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Let's go. I'd like to find other writeblrs.

brand new writeblr over here!!

have i created an entirely new tumblr account because my old one was cringey and, like, seven years old at least?? maybe

but also, uni is kicking my ass and, since i can barely edit my wip in peace, i crave interacting with writeblrs on here to get inspired and hopefully get to know new people, which i didn't do on my old account at all so... cheers to a hopefully less lurker and more active me lol

if you write/read YA and/or adult fiction, talk about writing in any shape of form (i love reading about other people's writing process) and share stuff about your wips, please reblog and I'll follow you!

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You know what ?! I needed this. Thank you LMAO

If u want to write a story about a character that's just you but hotter with a dark twisted backstory and magical powers and a pet falcon or something, I think u should just go ahead and do that. Who's gonna stop you? The government?? Fuck the police.

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Me when I loved Eleanor And Park (look i was in high school)

f*ck a breakup, have you ever rated a book very highly and gone looking for the huge fandom it deserves, only to find out that it’s small and/or inactive?

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Lipstick of white

reminds a girl in my class

of a nun,

because she's never seen

a black one and they're

virgins and pure.

Lipstick of purple

reminds my sister

of a witch,

because she knew

and even today an

enigma she remains.

Lipstick of red

well it reminds me

too much of a slut

named

Jerrica

who turned me down.

Green lipstick reminds me

of a watermelon

and the song Pollyanna Wolly Doodle

for no reason,

Except the moment

where she mentions watermelon

and Shirley Temple,

watermelon

were so huge in childhood.

And a startling yellow

that lipstick reminds me

of a

year

That was promised to youth

and pleasure, but came

to be

deferred.

The egg was on me

its yolk dripping

cooking in grand heat

of sullen idealism

gone.

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THIS. JUST THIS.

since y’all didn’t respond to my well thought out post. have some memes calling y’all out, as well as a link to my other well thought out and written post. i’m tired of seeing people complain about their dash being dead, when they only like shit. reblog or shut up - LINK

for reference -

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Wait.....it's not Canon?! Wait who said that ? Cause if it isn't then HALLEUJAH

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I fucking agree.

★ SESSHOMARU ★ Hanyo no Yashahime EP 15

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Damn so I'm 69% a fucking furry?! Lordt.

I have better thing to do (like sleeping) but I decided to do this instead... add more!

EdIIIIt: because of some comments I'll explain myself:

This does not measure the furry level of the characters but YOUR level, so if you like chat, you are 45% furry, if you feel attacked please don't be, this is a JOKE.

Saying that let's explain the rest:

5% - human with animal references: when a character is abt to go ape sh!t and it is shown with a animal reference (nagisa "becomes" a snake, karasuno members' eyes change or crows appear in the bg) you get excited and make you feel things. I have a crush on Noya so I KNOW 😂😂

30% - humans with animal traits: the fact that they share a personality trait with an animal makes you adore them more, mostly if that trait is cute or dangerous.

45% - humans with animal theme transformation: ngl I meant to go straight for the k!nk 😋

50% - half/half: self explanatory, you dont mind the tail, claws, ears and similar, in fact, you think that makes them more attractive and I dont judge you... I understand you.

69% - With human and animal shape: probably you're more into the human but you are aware that the other shape exist... and it doesn't bother you at all.

80% - animal with human features: self explanatory, no need to elaborate.

97% - animals: I'd seen some people questioning abt why Toothless is in the same place as Kovu... well, I've seen things on the internet that will forever hunt me.

Why there isnt a 100%?: 100% is for people who can't be saved...

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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Your Arab aren't you? Have you ever dated a terrorist

nah I’m not into white guys sry