#count of saldana

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Juan Pantoja de la Cruz (Spanish, 1551-1608) Portrait of Don Diego Gomez de Sandoval Y Rojas, Count of Saldana, ca.1598 Norton Simon Museum Don Diego Gomez de Sandoval (c. 1578–1632) was the son of King Philip III’s chief minister, and attained the title of Count upon his marriage to the Condesa de Saldaña in 1604. This painting was once part of the vast collection of Philip, Duke of Orleans, Regent of France (1624–1723).

[viviwritesss]

The Songcord

Neteyam × female! Omaticaya! Reader

Some believe waiting is the strongest act of love one could ever do, for time is ever so ungrateful and cruel that it never hesitates to tear longing lovers apart. But when the pain of loss is too much to bear, perhaps one last glimpse at him could mend your broken heart.

Word count: 2.5k

Tags: angst, mentions of blood, mentions of death, soft Neteyam that dislikes killing and all that stuff.

A/n: Hello again! First of all, I'd like to thank you all for supporting the last post I made! I received a couple of requests, and I'll try to get to them as soon as possible! If any of you wish to make a request, I'd be glad to receive it! Anyway, remember reader's name is Zoraya, and also I would recommend you to listen to 'The songcord' by Zoe Saldana while reading this, it's a beautiful song :)

It had been a while since you last saw Neteyam. 

Perhaps such a turn of events was for the best. Not knowing about him, not speaking to him, not touching him, not seeing him, made the whole situation more bearable, if only a little. Yet your mind couldn't help but wander everywhere but on the tasks you had to get done. Wander back to when you would look at him and smile without this pain in your woeful chest, when the two of you would laugh over his pitiful attempt at braiding your hair, when he would carry you around on his back because he knew how much you enjoyed it, back when your heart didn't seem to burn whenever you laid eyes on him.

He used to swear you two would stay together forever. Back in your childhood days, on the most distant memories your tired brain can still fathom, Neteyam often mentioned how he wished to be your loyal knight, like those his father used to tell him about in fairytales. Only the best of knights is suited for a princess such as Zora, he would repeat, before taking your hand and running off towards the forest. And as little time went on, Neteyam pronounced, now with a smidge more of common sense, that, rather, he wished for you to be his bride. For you to be his.

Perhaps neither of you understood the weight of such claims all those years ago, however, you would always answer with an enthusiastic nod, and a big smile on your face.

Since those days you knew you were betrothed to Neteyam. At least you felt like you were, even after he grew up and, little by little, stopped bringing up the idea. 

In time, his eyes darkened, tainted and forever stained with burden, with responsibility and a duty that, one day, would abruptly befall onto his shoulders. And his hands –before soft and tender– dripped blood since youth, blood of his enemies, carrying on his palm yet another burden; the burden of murder. Of spilling the blood of those weaker than him, unable to stand against a trained warrior such as himself. 

You still remember the first time he killed. A memory ever so vivid that you still carry it within your skin. You awaited his return, expectant, scared, for he always expressed with adamant regret how he wished not to rip out someone's soul out of their body, a brutal, cruel act that, according to him and his soft heart, he never wished to commit unless necessary. Yet he was commanded to do so. And so he did. For he was expected to do it, because he is Neteyam Sully, the firstborn.

That day, he returned to you first –before even reporting to his father– in the middle of the night, crestfallen, regretful, woeful and empty, oh so empty he could only look at you with those dark eyes of lacking color. Covered in blood that wasn't even his. 

No words were exchanged that night. He wasn't even able to muster the strength of cleaning himself up, which is why you did, and with a wet, warm cloth, you wished to cleanse both the stain of blood on his skin, and the stain of pain in his heart.

He was always so gentle, so kind hearted and benign, that it hurt your soul to see him so utterly shattered. So delved in his misery, in a weight so heavy upon his back that made him crack.

That cold night, Neteyam held you closer than he ever had, as if you would get snatched from him for eternity. He placed his trembling, bloodstained hands on your waist, clinging to your warmth with such desperation that had you cradling his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat being the sole anchor that refrained him from falling apart.

And such encounters continued for a long time, for Neteyam was strong at fights, yet weak at heart. A cursed man, so young yet so haunted. Burdened since birth, condemned since the day he opened his very eyes, all for being a Sully; for being the firstborn.

Thoughts about him swallowed you whole, flooded your brain and drove you mad, mad from love? Who knows. You were losing your mind, that's for sure. Maybe you wouldn't mind such a thing, if at least you had him by your side, if at least you knew he was still alive and well, and if at least you knew how his thoughts had been treating him as of late.

Little more could you do than to cling merely onto a hazy remembrance of him, promising the world to you once he returned.

Once he returned…

Then again… how long has it been…?

The Sully family had been away for more moons than you can count, perhaps even years, and with each passing day, the unbearable pain of getting left behind by your loved one left you dwindling. So much so that the image of Neteyam in your head started fading in time. The thought of forgetting his face terrified you, for it was tied to the idea of permanently losing him; of losing the hope of living the happy life he told you about before he left, a long time ago. It petrified you so much that you found it in yourself to try and draw him, draw what hazy details you remembered of him and of his kind features, to try and at the very least commit him into paper. Perhaps that way… you wouldn't forget. You attempted such portraits many times, yet upon glancing at the finished piece, you just knew something was missing, something was wrong, that is not Neteyam.

And then one day you finally realized. You forgot how he looked. Not only that, but the sound of his voice vanished from your memories. Finally, the only thing left of him you had was the songcord, which he promised would be the beginning of your story together just before leaving you behind.

Time never stopped, and as such, neither did your longing. Everyone knew this yet you were already of age, older, actually, for you were not betrothed out of respect to your decision and Neteyam's of waiting for his return to become his mate.

To your dismay, such an event never transpired, so you were soon to be betrothed to a good male of the tribe. A kind na'vi who knew beforehand that your heart already belonged elsewhere, in the hands of another man, despite the time that passed.

Yes. You hadn't seen Neteyam in a while. In years. Which perhaps made your betrothal more bearable. Yet, even then, you couldn't stop thinking about him. You started to believe you never could.

And one day, the sound of a foreign Ikran was heard. 

"Zoraya!" A young girl approached you frantically and out of breath, tugging desperately at your hand with an unreadable expression on her face. "In the village, the Sullys, they…!" Your eyes widened. "They have returned!"

You left out an exasperated breath, feeling your heart quickly grow mad upon the news. Your chest started feeling terribly tight, as if concealed within iron claws, so much so that it felt as if you couldn't breathe properly.

Neteyam… he… he is back…!

You dropped the basket full of fruit you held without hesitation, to proceed to run desperately towards the village with little concern of your surroundings and without care of the cut and scratches you acquired while sprinting hectically through the forest.

Neteyam… Neteyam came back to me…!

Just the thought had you increasing your speed, ignoring the fleeting pain of wounds, disregarding whatever it was that got in your path.

I want to see him…!

Upon your arrival, you quickly made your way through the crowd, squeezing between the people surrounding the family that just arrived, and letting out quick apologies to try and reach them. Reach him.

Neteyam… finally, I can tell you one more time…

You locked eyes with Neytiri.

How much I love you…!

She looked at you with misery.

Your smile quickly vanished.

The whole family was silent, staring at you with narrow eyes, gazes so pitiful that had you taking a step back, embracing yourself in nervousness.

You couldn't see Neteyam.

"Where is Neteyam?" Your voice wavered, dwindling under sad gazes and the cruel realization that he was not there.

Jake appeared crestfallen, unable to look at you in the eye once more; unable to bear your helpless expression which still tried to seek out his son.

A son that was no more.

Neytiri was the one to look at you, strong face yet weak heart –just like her son– as she locked eyes with you. She choked on her words, obvious rage and sorrow coming out of her expression.

She could only shake her head at you in regret.

Your heart shattered.

A pain like none you've ever felt in your chest got you falling expressionless to the ground, water pooling in your eyes as you grabbed your heart in misery, clinging to the songcord he gave you as you felt your heart get ripped out of your chest.

You couldn't remember more from that day. Memories faded, yet pain lived vivid within you.

You felt empty, even if he left a long time ago and you knew nothing about him, it felt as though a part of you was violently ripped out of you along with his departure.

You often wandered off alone to the spirit tree. It made you feel close to him, even though death cruelly interfered. He finally went to a place you couldn't reach, a realm so far that your feet could never touch, not as long as your lungs drew air. He left, and this time, you couldn't follow.

The tree of voices felt quiet. Awfully quiet and dreadful, as if sensing your loss and the pain dwelling in your chest. 

You sat down, taking deep breaths, trying to remain calm. You couldn't stop thinking about him; your mind, stained with love, would not let you rest, would not let you go a moment without wishing to see him one last time, to finally mutter what remained untold, to tell him how much love you harbored for him ever since you were kids.

You closed your eyes, feeling the wind envelop you in its cold embrace, a surge of emotions flowing through your body and a sense of vertigo coursing through your flesh.

And then you opened your eyes.

And he was in front of you.

You were no longer under the spirit tree, rather, it seemed you were between his arms, a wet, warm cloth in your hand, while he gently placed his hand on your waist.

You still remembered that night, the night he seeked you out, covered in blood. The night he murdered for the first time.

You left out a choked sigh, looking down at him, being met with his head, gently placed on your chest.

The both of you shared a burning warmth, sitting on the floor, with you sitting on top of him, seeking the contact of skin so fervently it hurt.

Your sight wavered upon meeting his form, a striking sadness making your eyes wet with tears. You could feel him, finally, after all this time, the longing within your chest felt less heavy, yet the sense of not being able to see him again lurked deep in your head.

He held you close, strong arms surrounding you with ease, as his big palms caressed your waist with care.

"Neteyam…" you cried out in a whisper, your voice heavy with pain, which had him looking up at you, at your hurt expression.

And then you saw him, his face, and it was as if your memory never forgot about him in the slightest. You placed both hands on his cheeks, smiling weakly through your tears at him and his concerned features.

He was still as handsome as you remembered.

And he was there. He was with you, and you could feel his warmth, feel his skin against yours and, this time, it was not a distant dream.

"Why are you crying…?" He spoke so softly, so tenderly and loving and it made you shatter, realizing how deeply you missed his voice. He removed his hands from your waist, placing them below your eyes to wipe your tears with his thumb, as he worriedly scanned your face for answers.

"I'm just happy to see you." You said, unable to stop the relentless tears from falling off your face, as with your palms you held his cheeks, trying to get this last moment with him ingrained in your brain.

You would never allow yourself to forget. Not again.

"I'm happy to see you too." He said, weakly smiling at you as his forehead connected with yours.

You embraced him like you never had before, knowing this would be the last time you were ever permitted to do so, placing your head in the crook of his neck as he protectively hugged you with the same intensity. 

"Neteyam?" Your voice was worn out, tired, as with your hands you clung to his back, wishing to stay inside this memory for as long as possible. He merely hummed questioningly at the call of his name, and you sighed with delight upon realizing that, finally, you could say what you wished to confess ever since he departed. "I think I'm in love with you." You faced him, a sad smile on your face. "I'm terrible, am I not?" You laughed, further attempts to wipe your tears remaining fruitless. 

He looked at you tenderly, his dark eyes regaining the color they lacked, shining under your gaze.

"Hardly," He mumbled, kissing your eyes, soft lips upon your eyelids. It all felt so terribly real it made your heart stirr. "I feel the same." He all but whispered those words, and you felt your world regain a little color. "You just said it before I could." You furrowed your brows in sorrow. He loved you as well, yet a timeless force separated you both in such a cruel way, that fate would never let you stay by his side. 

You sobbed at the thought, and, once more, Neteyam grabbed your cheeks between his palms in an attempt to understand the cause of your sorrow.

"Why do you cry still, my love? I'm right here. Right by your side." He exclaimed with sageness, as water flowed down your cheeks, staining his hands with your tears. You could never achieve a shared future with the man you love, he would slide from between your fingers ever so gently, and you would get left behind once more. "I'll never leave your side, yeah? I'll stay for as long as you wish. So please, don't shed tears for me."

You could only nod, clinging to him in desperation, as you felt him vanish from between your grasp. You tried to maniacally hang onto his memory, but before you knew it, he was gone. He was not by your side anymore.

You were left alone with your thoughts again.

A pained chuckle escaped your lips.

He lied.

[sarifinasnightmare]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Okay @palettesofrenaissance you asked for the details so here they are!

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 53

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 805,111 (Aiming for a million)

3. What fandoms do you write for? I started with Star Wars, TMNT and now Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

4. Top five fics by kudos:

Okay, That's Not Suppose to be There  396 Kudos

Heaven Created You for Love  254 Kudos

Loved In The Flicker Of A Song 225 Kudos

A Soldier and A Maiden Cross Paths One Night.... 224 Kudos

But The Memory Remains 205 Kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, whenever I can.

6. What is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending? Filial Piety It dealt with adults Cass and AJ burying their stepdad Bucky who lingered too long after the people he loved passed away. I would call it a bittersweet ending.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All my stories have happy endings. I think Heaven Created You for Love has the best ending since I dragged my leads through years of angst, so I think they deserved their happy ending more.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Occasionally a critique comes out but I'm too middle aged to care so I just thank them for their opinion, politely disagree and move on.

9. Do you write smut? LOL!!!!! I ought to be embarrassed about the amount of smut I write. Sometimes I think I do too much but then I remember something Zoe Saldana mentioned which was that sex should be celebrated and enjoyed, not repressed and shamed, and I agree. People have a right to enjoy smut.

10. Craziest crossover: None

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No, I had someone try to write an alternate to one of my stories but it's never been completed. Shame.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I'm up for the challenge.

14. All time favorite ship? Goliath/Eliza Maza, Spock/Uhura, Leonardo/Karai (2012), Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't post unless I have it nearly done. I have a WIP in process, but I'm actively writing it. Many readers know that I am a reliable writer. I didn't use to be though, I had a TMNT story that had a 6 year gap before I finished it!

16. What are your writing strengths? I have no idea. People like my stuff for different reasons, so I can't think of one amazing skill I can boast about.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Tenses, I always try to work on those. Writing half asleep is also a weakness.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? Not sure what this question means, but I've written dialogue in another language and often I offer no translations mostly because I want my readers to use context clues to figure it out.

19. First fandom you wrote in? Star Wars. Qui-Gon Jinn was my first great love.

20. Favorite fic you've written? I can't choose amongst my works. Every one has a part that I enjoyed writing out.

[kimberly-stocks]

I rewatched Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 2 last night, and I realized that there were 3 actors in that movie Milo previously worked with:

Zoe Saldana who plays Gamora was in Dirty Deeds with Milo.

Sylvester Stallone who played Stakar was in Rocky Balboa and This is us with Milo.

And Sean Gunn who plays Kraglin was in Gilmore girls with Milo. Kirk in space 😅

Gregg Henry who plays Mitchum on Gilmore girls also plays Peter Quill's grandpa in Guardians, but I don't know if it counts considering Jess and Mitchum didn't have any scenes together on Gilmore.

Out of all of them Milo is the only one who didn't appear in the MCU yet. Although considering what crappy projects they put out now, I'm not sure it's a good idea for him to be involved in any of their projects.

Hence, the poll.

[cherienymphe]

No like I just turned 30 and I’m so happy to leave my 20s behind 😭 them kids on twitter can call me old all they want that’s fine pookie

I've been waiting to be 30 since I was 15 I'm not even joking 😭 when you grow up with stuff like girlfriends, satc, 13 going on 30, friends, etc 30 just looks more fun. I'll never forget Zoe Saldana saying the best sex you'll ever have is in your 30s and I've been counting the days ever since

[itshype]

Avatar: The Way of Water

I saw this film the other day and I'm trying so hard to be normal about it.

....

Mission failed here we go.

Cannot believe the army paid for all their scientist puppets to have fully working reproductive organs. Sperm maybe but ovaries??? They have ovary money?

Every child to have prolonged contact with Jake Sully is fucking stupid. These kids are all so so so so so dumb.

I love how the best way to find the AVATARs is to count the fingers like they're fae or AI art.

Sigourney weaver once again kills it - best actor there.

I felt it was pretty clear that Kiri's other patent is Eywa? When they tried to merge Grace at the magic tree in the first movie? Seemed clear to me but apparently this is just a theory. It also fits though with her playing both characters - Eywa doesn't have any physical features for Kiri to inherit.

Atla did criticism of the military industrial complex so much better. (SORRY)

Best part of the film is the animals - the design, the animation etc so so good.

Lot of characters do a lot of cool things but none is scarier than Zoe Saldana screaming and crying over her child's body and then Jake says "they have our daughters" and she goes DEAD QUIET. THAT WAS INTENSE.

All the kids knowing human swears and military lingo was *chef's kiss*.

I knew that a kid would die. They had way too many kids for them all to live. And Kiri has magic powers, The Son Who Doesn't Die has literally all the plotlines (romantic interest, a soulbond thing, trying to prove himself etc) and Spider has Sequel Potential. So it was either the eldest or the Baby. Then the Eldest son had that argument when his brother said the Whale was his brother. And I was like "yeah he's about to die."

Them staying with the ocean tribe felt weird with the plot and I know they stay as Maori aliens in the end because of all the money spent on the special water motion capture technology.

COMPLAINTS ABOUT JAKE

I cannot believe that when looking at his two sons, dealing with their fights and misbehaviour and clashing personalities, there's zero reflection about his dead twin. What was that?

He's literally living in his dead twin's body (a body made from his twin's DNA) and there's zero reflection about that, about how his kids are more his brother's on some level. a fic author would never squander this angst.

IDK I overall enjoyed it, but for a film that took 12 years overall, there were too many issues with the storyline, script, emotional payoffs, plotholes and unearned or inexplicable character behaviour.

[ginger-grimm]

🐸 + my baby girl Sabine??

SABBIE BABY, YESSS!

Something they collect: Tamagochis!

Their sun, moon, and rising star sign: Capricorn, Gemini, and Virgo

The first thing they bought with their own money: a Playstation 3

One positive personality trait of theirs: She's got an incredible set of nerves. No matter how much you annoy her, it'll take a lot for her to actually start yelling at you.

Their favorite 80s song: Black Velvet by Alannah Myles

If they're a good or bad cook: Ooo, she's a great cook! She's probably a better baker, but don't count her out for making you a five-course meal.

Their favorite horror movie: Carrie

Who would play them in a biopic about their life: Herizen F. Guardiola

Who would play their older/younger version: Zoe Saldana

An event from their High School reunion (if they haven't had one, time travel and make one up!): Sabine almost didn't go, because she's really not looking forward to everyone bragging about all of their accomplishments. But she knows Wyatt is coming along and Artie has become a lot cooler in recent years, so the three of them manage what Noah Puckerman (who didn't show up) never did, they spike the punchbowl and watch the graduating class of 2011 lose their minds collectively. The cops have to be called and in the morning one of the gym doors is somehow missing.

[rantrpt]

would love to be able to write using faces i want instead of people scrutinizing them. i'm talking if i play a fcoc, they have to be a certain one or i'm being too mainstream. good example: if i want to use someone like zoe saldana, or zendaya, i'm told they're too mainstream and not bipoc enough to count. and that's not racist? in the rpc, with the way things currently are, you can't even play a bipoc without catching some sort of flak for them not being "ethnic enough".

i feel like the phrase “can’t please everyone” is highly applicable in, not just the rpc, but life in general.

[aurorabayrpg]

hellooo can i get some of your most wanted girlies or nbs<3

begging for jessie mei li! indya moore, emma corrin, quintessa swindell, brigette lundy-paine, nico tortorella, ariela barer, mae martin, zoe saldana, lucy liu, janelle monae, lana condor, maude apatow, michelle yeoh, constance wu, kirby howell-baptiste, sarah jeffery, emma stone, reese witherspoon, rachel weisz, lupita nyong'o, hoyeon jung, sydney park!

we are at mun cap right now, but please don't let that stop you from sending in an app! we'll add it to our app count and we'll let you know if a spot opens!

[nsfwhiphop]

Incoming Text for Rihanna (@badgalriri)

Hey Riri!

I want to ask you to be nice to Rosario Dawson and Zoe Saldana. They are not our enemies; they are just women who make poor choices, and they are dealing with their jealousy and envy.

Zoe and Rosario are in love with me, but I rejected them. I closed the door and kicked them out of my house.

Now they are depressed and unhappy because I'm about to move on with you, and we refused to sit with them.

As you can imagine, this hurts them a lot. They suffer from our rejection, and we must show kindness and be forgiving of their jealous behaviors.

I don't judge them; I understand their pain. I forgive them and will never hold grudges. People are allowed to do foolish things, but we must never be too harsh on them. They are still our sisters.

That is why I'm counting on you to show kindness to Zoe and Rosario. Don't break their hearts; they need us.

We fight, we argue, but we always forgive each other. That is what all dysfunctional families do.

I don't want to become a heartbreaker or a heartless man. I have to show kindness despite their mean-spirited behavior. I have to always forgive them, or else they will be depressed.

Remember, it's me they are angry at because of my infidelity. I had the audacity to reject their advances, so I promise you that it is me they wish to hurt, not you. So you can relax, Rihanna.

Zoe and Rosario love you, but they wish to hurt Angelo, the cheating bastard.

Remember, Zoe and Rosario are good women, but they are not perfect. They have flaws too, just like all of us. One of their flaws is jealousy; they hate to see Angelo cheating on them.

Zoe and Rosario are like: "How dare he cheat on us? Let's teach him a good lesson." And so begins the mean girls' cruel intentions.

I don't mind at all. I understand that my infidelity hurts them. As long as they never come near me or enter my house, we are good. I just want to make sure they never enter my house because I don't want to go through that Left Eye incident. Do you remember what she did? Back in the '90s, Left Eye was so mad at her cheating boyfriend that she burned down his entire house. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Zoe and Rosario are triggered by my infidelity. Something is provoking their anger and wrath—guess what? My infidelity triggers their intense emotions, and so begins the mean girls' cruel intentions.

My dear Rihanna, I want to ask you not to judge me, but instead try to walk a mile in my shoes and understand what I'm going through as an alien on this earth. I have only one penis, and there are so many women who want to mark their territory and plant a flag and claim ownership of it.

I have only one, not ten. This is pissing off a lot of women. They all want to own me and tell me what to do. They want to make the other woman jealous but don't realize that this will make many women depressed and sad.

That is why I'm always showing kindness to women. They get depressed when I refuse to acknowledge them and then go on a jealous rampage trying to hurt me because I had the audacity to reject them.

You have no idea the type of pressure I'm dealing with. I always have to be kind and forgiving to the women who try to hurt me because of their jealousy. They can't help it; it's in their DNA. They have to hurt me because they feel hurt by my rejection.

That is why I always forgive Zoe and Rosario for attempting to hurt me. I know they don't hate me; it's the opposite. They love me so much that they can't stand my infidelity, and so begins the mean girls' cruel intentions.

This happens to all the women. They go through phases where they insult me and try to hurt me because it makes them feel better when they are mean to me. I hurt them with my infidelity, so it is understandable that they are behaving in such a way.

Fun fact: I just gave you a Behavioral Psychology lesson about female jealousy and how it affects their brain and actions. My infidelity sets off a chain reaction of cruel intentions in women's brains. That's why they are so eager to hurt me because I'm unfaithful. This makes me look like the one who started the beef with these women in the first place. They say I fired the first shot the moment I made a conscious choice to be unfaithful to them. I'm being held responsible for their heartache.

Long story short, be kind to Zoe and Rosario. They are not our enemies; they are just trying to settle a score with me to get even because I had the audacity to be unfaithful to them.

Okay, this chat was fun.

Love you, Rihanna! Have fun, big hugs for you.

Angelo.

P.S.:

Synopsis of the letter:

The letter is a heartfelt request from Angelo to Rihanna, asking her to show kindness and understanding toward Rosario Dawson and Zoe Saldana. Angelo explains that both women are upset and jealous because he rejected their romantic advances and is now moving on with Rihanna. Despite their mean behavior, Angelo empathizes with their pain and urges Rihanna not to judge them too harshly. He acknowledges his own infidelity as the root cause of their actions and emphasizes the importance of forgiveness and compassion. Angelo stresses that Zoe and Rosario are not enemies but flawed individuals struggling with jealousy, and he hopes Rihanna can understand and support his efforts to handle the situation with grace.

Here is a video of Jealous Regina Hall & Kevin Hart scene, see below:

[marshall-islandrp]

Character name: Soren Kolcheck.

Type of Connection: Partner / High School Sweetheart.

Connection Name: First name UTP, could’ve taken Soren’s last name when they got married, hyphenated it or kept theirs.

Connection Age: 42-43.

Suggested FCs: Jessica Alba, Zoe Saldana, Pedro Pascal, Reese Witherspoon, Jesse Metcalfe, America Ferrera, Jenna Dewan, Melissa Fumero.

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

Despite being complete opposites, a pair of High School Sweethearts who moved to Marshall Island after high school so y/m could take over the family business there post - high school ( what that is is UTP )  and have lived here ever since, making a life for themselves. Married by 28, became foster parents at 28, and have since fostered multiple kids, and adopted 4 now - teenagers. Opposites attract kind of deal – the serious side to his silly coin. Bantering, bickering, teasing but having each other’s back where it counts. A kind of seemingly never - ending honeymoon phase at this point.  ‘Girlboss’ and ‘failhusband’ vibes in terms of personality and they’re highly successful business wise in comparison to him. Still in love as ever and have probably the most relaxed relationship ever, even if they have to play the Bad Guy to their kids. 

Do you need to be contacted before someone? Not required but feel free, can shoot headcanons and discuss via discord!

[wendyliddel]

I finally watched the home movie version of The Princess Bride that was made a couple of years ago. It was all in fun but there were a lot of famous faces in it, and some of them might actually work if they remade The Princess Bride.

Some of them might be a little too old or too young, but here were some of my favorites, who I think could actually play the roles (or could if they were a little older or younger)

The Grandson/Granddaughter: Mckenna Grace and Joey King were two of the actors who played the grandchild in the videos, but I think they could be good Buttercups in a couple of years.

The Grandfather: Rob Reiner, J. K. Simmons, Giancarlo Esposito

The Mother: Retta (it's a small role, so she was the only one who played it, but she did well)

Westley: Chris Pine, Brandon Routh, Lucas Hedges

The Princess:  Annabelle Wallis, Zoe Saldana, Mackenzie Davis, Zoey Deutch, Jenna Ortega

Prince Humperdinck: Hugh Jackman, Elijah Wood

Inigo Montoya: Diego Luna, Javier Bardem, Pedro Pascal

Fezzik: Dave Bautista, Jason Segel (he's too small, but he nailed Andre's voice)

Vizzini: Patton Oswalt, Rainn Wilson

Count Rugen:  Bryan Cranston, Andy Serkis

[seancamerons]

26-35

how many pillows do you sleep with? like 4 do you have a job? what do you do? yes, i work at a university. i work with printers and computers. i basically print stuff. how many friends do you have? i have a small amount numerically speaking, but in quality unbeatable i can count 'em on my hands. what's the worst thing you have ever done? why would i answer this? what's your favorite candle scent? it depends. sweet stuff. favorite boy names avery, benjamin, cameron, julian (jules alt/nickname), chandler, asher, and ryan favorite girl names amberleigh, brielle, addison, lydia, willow, mimi, harper, charlotte, elizabeth, and mercedes favorite actor? hm hard to pick. adam sandler, (i used to really like) johnny depp, channing tatum, jim carey, will ferrell, daniel clark, paul rudd, bradley cooper just to name a few. idk. favorite actress? hm also hard to pick. emma stone, meryl streep, julia roberts, drew barrymore, christina applegate, zoe saldana, zendaya, elizabeth taylor, winona ryder idk who is your celebrity crush? lots of 'em lol

[hakka84]

1) Many fans claim that Nyota was meant to be paired with Spock at some point and they see hints in the same way the most radical Spirks see hints to claim that Spirk was meant to be canon. But, since fans don’t count, what about Ms. Uhura herself?

(to be fair, two minutes later she says

(so who knows) [link to the interview here]

What I mean is that I find it disrespectful (and hurtful to the cause) to throw around homophobic accuses just because J.J. has decided to give the most iconic character of the lot an hot girlfriend (something that happens in 100% of the movies/tv shows) instead of making the Spirk canon. Could it be he made this decision to keep away the slash vibes? Yes. (but good luck in selling the slash to Paramount!) But we do not know. And he really could’ve just wanted to have Spock banging the hot girl so to have the love triangle with Kirk lusting over Spock’s girlfriends. A trope that isn’t uncommon (you might like it or not, but it’s a trope that exists). He’s not that deep of a guy. He has a cool character who is the nerd of the group (Spock) and an hot actress (Saldana) and, being him the nerd-type, he pairs the hot actress with the nerd instead of the hot guy/jock (Kirk).

[J.J. is also the guy behind Into Darkness, which is the most gay and Spirk-oriented of the trilogy - just saying]

2) Sulu was made gay in the only move where J.J. wasn't even involved if not in financing, and by the person who is the biggest TOS fan of the cast (besides Karl Urban, who wasn't involved in the writing room)   ... I mean, you hate AOS for Spuhura? Fine, everyone’s entitled to their own opinions (and god knows how spiteful of the pair I was in the Livejournal days), but... ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

3) Gene was a grown up man when he died. Either he or his wife, the late Ms. Barrett, had plenty of time to say anything on the matter - as Leonard Nimoy. If Gene really wanted Spirk to be canon and let it be know as his legacy that he believed the two to be a pair, don’t you think he could’ve said it or left some note around for his son to be found? At some point he was sick, he could’ve gone “the fuck I care, I say it and Paramount/CBS be dammed!”. Up to 2009, Nimoy wasn’t under contract with CBS/Paramount, they couldn’t silence his mouth in his panels at cons if he wanted to say anything about Spirk. Gene wrote the TPM novel, and left around crumbles here and there like the interview above, so to leave any door open. If you want to read those lines as slash you can, but if you don’t think Kirk and Spock were never meant to be a couple you can read them and see nothing wrong. I’m not saying he didn’t picture them as a couple (sexual or platonic), just that we cannot know because whatever he wanted for Spirk is gone with him. What you can read, and cannot deny, is that Kirk and Spock are two halves who complete each other. Which isn’t the same as saying that they are meant to be a couple.

He speaks about “love relationship”. But love is a very broad concept, and doesn’t limit itself to “life partners who wish to marry, and possibly fuck”. I mean. In Italian we used to have different verbs to say “I love you” to a brother/parent compared to a boy/girlfriend/spouse. English uses “love” for them all (the wide use of “love” has migrated from English to Italian, and now we use “amare” = “to love” with everyone, when before it was “ti voglio bene” = I love/care”). I envy you people who are so sure that Gene wanted to say that Spirk were canon in his head but weren’t made canon because of 60s. Fact is we will never know because the people involved died without ever clearing the matter. (We’re left with Shatner, and we know we’ll never get an honest answer out of him).

J.J. Abrams: “Ah, so there it is, the proof!! I’ll go canonize this couple, as it was CLEARLY the intention from the beginning of the series!!”

J.J. Abrams: “?????? What!? They’re JUST friends! No, I’m not going to use this. If Kirk and Spock were supposed to be lovers, we’d have seen them making out on screen back in the 60′s, right?… Right!? No, I’m not being homophobic. Look, I changed Sulu, and now he’s gay… right there on the background.”

[feysandfeels]

Look I relly don’t want to be that person™️ but Marvel just revealed its line up and man all those movies, all that representation and they didn’t manage to fit in or develop a movie set in Latin America or with strong Latino representation?

[frankbelloriley]

How come Star Wars has more Latinxs in 7 films than the MCU has in 22?