I want a movie about a little girl, aged like 11-12, going through the stuggles of prepubescent girl life, with her entire inner monologue is narrated by Samuel L. Jackson.
Shot of disgruntled adorable little girl.
SLJ: I knew that Susie was a backstabbin’ motherfucker, and if anyone was going to ruin my chances of being Miss Sugar Drop Queen, it was that asshole.
I didn’t know I needed this in my life until now.
This is never not funny
Help me prove a point
I have never reblogged anything faster.
freak FREAK FREAK
It doesn’t interest me… what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me… how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me… what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know… if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know… if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me.. if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know… if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know… if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, Yes.
It doesn’t interest me… to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done…
It doesn’t interest me… who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me..where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know… if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Glee does not deserve its fans.
They openly manipulate us and laugh in our faces when we’re miserable.
They give us something absolutely wonderful and amazing and then they burn it to the ground.
They saved our lives, only to torture us emotionally by yanking us…
Time to bring this back
Heard a quote the other day : a woman’s opinion is like the short skirt of the internet, if she has one in public people think she deserves anything she gets.
Glee Future!AU: [insp]
After following in his father’s footsteps, Senator Kurt Hummel-Anderson has announced his plans to run for the White House. His well connected friends from high school have become the Hollywood elite, and ensure the news circuit stays focused on him.
Fandom: House M.D., Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Greg House, John Watson, James Wilson, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Jessica Adams
Additional Tags: Crossover
Sherlock’s unexpected visit to Princeton-Plainsboro, ostensibly on a case, threatens to turn House’s life upside down as he has to face up to a secret he has kept for thirty years.
Author’s note: This entire fic is based on the video “Cat’s in the Cradle” by daasgrrl, which combines House (starring Hugh Laurie), Sherlock (starring Benedict Cumberbatch), and Fortysomething (starring Hugh Laurie and Benedict Cumberbatch). I took its central premise, used as much of the imagery and implied back story as I could fit in, and imagined what might happen next.
Prompted by likearumchocolatesouffle, who suggested crossdressing, and perfectanomaly who suggested accidental crossdressing. We’ll go ahead and lump this in with the hiatus of porn (aka, porn off 2014). If you wanna read the rest of the porn, go to the #porn off 2014…