Okay so this is a pretty basic rant, but what I want to know is that am I justified in this opinion or am I just being racist?
We all know that the "How To Train Your Dragon" movie live action adaptation is set to hit cinemas in 2025, June 15 right?
Well I googled the cast today for the hell of it.
I was pretty happy to see that Hiccup would be played by Jay Baruchel, they look alike enough.
My issue is with Astrid's actress.
America Ferrera's acting skills aren't something I can give an opinion on, purely because I haven't watched any shows it movies with her in it. But here my issue is with her looks.
It's one thing to make inclusive live actions. It's one thing to show that times are moving forward.
I had a hard time swallowing Leah being Annabeth too, until I accepted it and now love her wholeheartedly, but I feel like doing the same with Astrid is a step too far.
The fair skinned, blonde VIKING girl living in the northern hemisphere in and around snowy islands and icy seas, being played by a brown American actress???
And again, I just want to reiterate that I am brown myself, but again, I just don't get it. At this point this doesn't even feel like they are trying to be inclusive, it just feels like they know they've messed up in the past so now they're trying willy-nilly to overcompensate for it by shoving things like this down our throats.
Let Astrid be blonde. Let her be fair and white. Let our childhood stay true to itself, that's all I'm saying.
cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry
bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.
there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.
but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.
your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.
the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.
he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?
heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—
he gulps.
it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—
(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)
the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).
it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.
he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.
bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.
you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.
"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.
as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.
as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.
as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.
his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.
you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.
“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.
your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.
he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.
but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.
he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.
there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.
your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.
then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.
he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.
five minutes, huh?
like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.
Fit: Did I steal anything else before I have to go to work? Did I steal anything else from you?
Phil: Just my heart.
Fit:
Phil: Anyway—
Fit: Phil, Phil, Phil, Phil. Calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down. You need to calm down, you- I don't know what they're putting in the— Alright, I'LL SEE YOU LATER PHIL! YEP. I'll see you later! See you later.
Phil: [Cackling] I was like, "What's the thing I can say that would absolutely try and fluster Fit?" [Laughs] That's the first thing that came- [Laughs too much to finish his sentence] Yes. [Fist pumps] Yes. Just testing him. Just testing him. I wanted to see if Pac got brought up in the conversation, I wanted to see if he'd be like, "Hey, I'm- I'm sworn- I'm- I am taken—" I wanted to see if he'd say it, but he didn't. He didn't.That's interesting, Fit. That's interesting. Roommates, right? How far does the rabbit hole go on this one? Just roommates? Just roommates?
the trojans social media au (pt. 27): the jean and shawn texts were actually included before but with min instead but then someone asked if min isnt actually a girl AND NOW I DONT EVEN KNOW???? so if anyone knows PLEASE elaborate😭 also when i did some stalking to find out min’s pronouns i found out min is literally in an established relationship with xavier so either way it wouldn’t have made sense… 😭
ALSOO in my mind the shane’s tweet is about kevin day and i kinda want to have them flirting around a lot when the summer olympics era of the au starts but idk maybe y’all will literally hate it and think it’s weird especially bc im trying to keep this as accurate as possible but also i’m a bisexual kevin truther but then again idek if anyone read these little notes at the end so maybe i’ll do an individual post for this take but i’ve put down some headcanons for now
so many notes today BUT the out of pocket shawn tweet (OSHA) was inspired by a tumblr post @amberlouigi sent me saying it reminded them of shawn hehehe and shawn’s tweet about jean’s lore was inspired by an inbox from anon so ily’all thank you <333
Happy Mustache Cody Day!!!! A long time ago I promised I'd draw snodywan (snail codywan) snissing (snail kissing) and then quickly realized that uh. That's snex (snail sex). So I've finally bitten the bullet and drawn snorn (snail porn) of Snobi-Wan (snail Obi-Wan) and Snody (snail Cody).
yes for the fully colored artwork I searched "snail sex" and chose a stock photo of snails fucking as my reference.
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W.E.B. Du Bois.
She specialises in particle physics. She received her doctorate in 1975 from the Jagellonian University in Krakow, Poland, for work carried out on bubble chamber data from an experiment at CERN. Later, she worked on the DELPHI experiment at CERN's Large Electron Positron collider, LEP, where she played an important role in the development of silicon tracking detectors. Since 2000, she has been involved with neutrino physics through the ICARUS experiment at Italy's Gran Sasso National Laboratory, which studies a neutrino beam sent through the Earth from CERN, and has also been involved with feasibility studies for an underground laboratory in Poland.
She was the first woman to be elected President of CERN Council (2012). She was also the first scientist from Central and Eastern Europe.
Also, let's not forget that today, CERN is led by a woman. Professor Fabiola Gianotti became the first woman elected Director General of CERN (2016). She was renewed for the second term of office in 2021.