Casting appreciation gif.
This seriously pisses me off because TWO men of the “correct” ethnicity/race were asked to play the role of Khan. I don’t remember their names because this back when Into Darkness was in casting yo but they BOTH DECLINED.
So there’s a HUGE difference between “well, we asked the best in the business and they both said no, so we should go with another actor of the ‘incorrect’ race who is also very well suited for the role” and doing what the Hunger Games did which is literally only let white girls audition for Katniss.
When actors decline there is fuckall you can do. It’s shitty, no doubt, that Khan ended up being white, but BC did a great job in the role, while knowing he was third choice. I won’t begrudge him for taking it, and I won’t begrudge the casting crew for going with him after their best actors declined.
^ Bless.
So today was a long day, my mom finally packed her bags and is supposed to be leaving “for good” tomorrow. And if that happens all I can say is thank God.
People seem to get upset with me because I make it clear I don’t respect my mother, but why should I? All the negative and abusive things she’s done to my sister and I have largely outweighed the positives. We’re happy she wants to leave, my sister is 13 and saying she doesn’t want our mom back at all.
Today was just completely fucked up and it’s not fair for a 13 year old to go through that shit. It wasn’t fair for me to grow up with the same stuff but I had no one to stand up for me.
Just today I took off work because we had plans to go to lunch and a movie with my grandparents. Well mom came home from work, told Jaden (my sister) to sweep something and then kept complaining that she was doing it wrong. Called her stupid and idiot because my sister wasn’t sweeping in the exact way she wanted. Well obviously my sister gave attitude, she’s being treated like shit and you know, 13 but whatever. I don’t know what Jaden said but I hear my mom say, “I’m going to punch you in the mouth and I’m going to enjoy it, that’s the sick part, I’m really going to enjoy doing it.” so I’m sitting in my room going wtf this is worse than usual. I don’t usually step into fights that I’m not a part of, it just ends up badly for everyone so I stayed quiet. Then my mom is bitching more and then yells at Jaden and goes, “What are you retarded?” and at that you can tell Jaden just snapped and yelled back ‘stop calling me stupid’ or something along those lines, then shit went down. I have no idea who got up to try to hit her but the dog went crazy and that’s when I got up. I ran into the living room yelled at them to stop and my dad got up and tried to push me out of the living room, yelling at me to go back to my room.
Not much happened after that psychical wise, just more yelling. My mom mocking us going, “Oh you poor things, your life is so hard because I’m just so abusive.”
Um, yes. Yes it is. You think I would have problems with depression if I didn’t hate myself because of what she told me growing up? From her beating me and telling me I was a useless bitch, that I don’t care about anyone but myself and that’s why all my friends ditched me in highschool?
I’m sorry but beating your children, calling them bitch, stupid, retarded, fat, useless, pathetic, worthless IS ABUSIVE.
She’s at the house now, she was gone for a little while. She just got back and brought my sister food (not me though and she knows I’m home). My dad said she told him she’s not leaving until tomorrow after work. I honestly really hope she gets out of here. Our lives would be so much better without her living with us.
dont-argue-with-your-serperior:
im that one friend that doesnt date anyone and doesnt really go to parties or have a life really but when im over at your house ill eat all your food and for exchange i shall tell you bad puns
my favourite kind of friendship is one where there’s a mutual understanding of the fact that we both have our own lives so we won’t be able to talk or hang out all the time but when we do talk or hang out it’s like picking up right where we left off
#Don’t pander to me kid. One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds., #Solar flare might crop up cook us in our seats., #And wait till you’re sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles., #See if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding!, #Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence., #keep calm and DAMMIT JIM,
a lot of people assume because i dont talk a lot that its because im in a bad mood or grumpy or being cold with them but its just like a genuinely have nothing to say!! i am not an interesting person!! i dont know how to respond to people 90% of the time dont take it personally!!
Art to Film: Luna Lovegood’s Lion Hat
“It’s good, isn’t it? I wanted to have it chewing up a serpent to represent Slytherin, you know, but there wasn’t time.”
Art to Film: The Boy Who Lived
Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley … He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: ‘To Harry Potter – the boy who lived!’
Art to Film: Priori Incantatem
[Harry] felt his feet lift from the ground. He and Voldemort were both being raised into the air, their wands still connected by that thread of shimmering golden light. They glided away from the tombstone.. Shadowy figures began to pace around the inner walls of the golden web, while the Death Eaters flitted around the outside of it… and Voldemort’s dead victims whispered as they circled the duelers, whispered words of encouragement to Harry, and hissed words Harry couldn’t hear to Voldemort….
Art to Film: The Mirror of Erised
There he was, reflected in it, white and scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, were at least ten others. A woman standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving.. She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes — her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green — exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Harry’s did.“Mom?” he whispered. “Dad?”Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.
randomlygenorated replied to your post: Update on my workouts and stuff! I actually…
Good Job! I keep thinking that I should start running again, but I never end up doing it. =/ Youre a much better person than I am, lol
Oh no believe me I’m not better! I barely go and it’s usually only for 10-30mins! And I’m not even good at it yet! I walk most of the time! It’s just finding the motivation and making it fun to go run! :)
