ha, i own this movie on DVD but for some reason it doesn’t interest me until i see it’s on Netflix
Okay, l’m intrigued but how can we investigate?
We have nothing to go on.
Concept art for princess Tiana.
SPN lady per episode:
↳Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things - Angela Mason
...when you fell from Heaven?
when the skies parted and your body came crashing down to earth to be with the ones below?
when everything you ever knew was transformed into madness and broken curiosity?
when your glorious wings became battered and failed you?
"I didn’t fall." She replies. "I was pushed."
Haute Couture alphabet: Elie Saab s/s 2014
Adapt to this
LET ME JUST POINT OUT THE VARIOUS FLAWS OF LOGIC HERE. FIRST OF ALL DARWINS POWER IS TO LITERALLY ADAPT TO ANYTHING IN THE EFFING UNIVERSE. HIS POWERS DEEMED IT TOO DANGEROUS TO FIGHT THE HULK AND TELEPORTED HIM TO ANOTHER COUNTRY. HE ONCE BECAME PURE COSMIC EFFING ENERGY AND SHORTLY AFTER REMATERIALIZED AS A HUMAN BEING TO PREVENT HIS DEATH. DARWIN IS LITERALLY INEFFINGVINCIBLE. AND YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT A PATHETIC BALL OF KINETIC ENERGY FROM SEBASTIAN SHAW MERKS HIM?!?!?! THEY OBVIOUSLY ARE OUT TO KILL THE BLACK MAN IN THE PLOT AND LITERALLY WROTE THIS SCENE WITH NO REGARDS TO DARWINS POWERS WHATSOEVER AND ITS FRUSTRATING THAT THEY WOULD GO OUT OF THEIR WAY TO KILL HIM OFF LIKE THAT
I’m saying. Even in sci fi we ain’t safe
in my headcanon darwin literally became a being of energy and ascended to another plain of existence so he doesn’t have to deal with anymore of this white nonsense
Even in Scifi? We not safe in real life.
thank you I’ve been saying this for the longest!!!!! He is a damn omega level mutant, meaning in the movie he would be a class 5! Dude even adapted into a God and became the God of Death! Dude was college educated in the comics and they made him a taxi driver…like Black folks weren’t educated in the 70’s. And they didn’t even acknowledge that he was an Afro Latino…his name is Armando Muñoz, he’s one of the few Afro latino superheros and they did him so dirty.
A movie that’s a metaphor for prejudice/racism/etc did the black guy dirty.
i would have disregarded my feelings about this scene if they had brought him back for days of future past but they didn’t so yeah i’m gonna be bitter about this forever tbh
hael isn’t dead she’s taking that road trip to the grand canyon with anna, hester, rachel and naomi (◡‿◡✿)
#naomi drives#whenever anyone offers to give her a break she grits her teeth and grips the steering wheel tighter#so they stop asking #hael rides shotgun #it’s her trip #her canyon #after all#staring at the scenery #anna graciously took the middle seat in the back#and she and rachel are having a heated debate over which star trek captain is better#(rachel favors sisko #anna’s arguing for janeway)#hester got fed up hours ago and has her headphones in#since naomi refuses to put the radio on anything but NPR#there’s a tension of familial annoyance#that could snap into petty anger at any moment #but there’s excitement too#they’re going to the grand canyon #and they’ll get there when they get there (x)
Femslash February, Day 25: Allison/Jo Harvelle (Teen Wolf/Supernatural crossover)
From the moment Allison stepped into the bar, she had the attention of nearly everyone inside. Shrugging it off - she was Allison Argent, she didn’t do scared - Allison ordered a soda and spread her maps over the table. Twenty square miles of forest, sixteen hours to find a missing boy - hopefully alive - and bring justice to the wolf that killed his parents.
Most of the patrons went back to their drinks when Allison took a sip of her soda and compared coordinates. The waitress who’d brought her drink, a pretty blonde in jeans and a sleeveless top, with a stained apron tied around her waist, lingered at her table.
Allison gave it a few more seconds, then sighed. “Can I help you?”
"This isn’t exactly a place for, uh, hikers to hang around," the blonde said. "Just wonderin’ if you’re aware."
"I’m aware," Allison said. She smiled - utterly fake, but still charming - and added, "I’m not a hiker."
The blonde crossed her arms, an amused if disbelieving smirk on her face. “Wait. You tellin’ me you’re a hunter then?”
"Yep," Allison repied, eyes roving over the map on the table in front of her. Twenty square miles, sixteen hours. She could totally do this.
The blonde snorted, her foot nudging Allison’s bag. “What kind of hunter only carries a few daggers and a crossbow?”
"The kind that specializes in werewolves," Allison said curtly, somewhat annoyed at the constant interruptions. "Now, if you don’t mind, there’s a rogue out there in these woods with a missing boy. And I’d like to find them before moonrise."
Allison grabbed her bag, shoved the maps inside and headed outside. She was almost at her SUV when she heard the door to the bar opening and quick footsteps coming her way. She whirled around, her arm extended and the tip of her dagger just short of piercing her pursuer’s skin.
"Whoa," the blonde said, staying utterly still. "I just wanted to ask a question."
"So ask," Allison said, keeping her dagger at the other woman’s throat.
The blonde gave her a hopeful look. “Can I come? On your hunt?”
"You want to come on a hunt with me?" Allison blinked. "You’re a waitress."
"I’m a hunter," the blonde countered. "Name’s Jo, by the way. Jo Harvelle."
Jo let out an impressed whistle. “So you do specialize in werewolves.”
Allison pulled her arm back and slid the dagger back into its sheath. “No offense, but I don’t know you. Which means that I don’t trust you.”
"That’s okay. I don’t trust you either." Jo smiled. "Doesn’t mean we can’t hunt together, though, does it?"
Allison wanted to say that yes, it did, but there was an awful lot of ground to cover and Jo seemed to know her stuff - more so than she would have picked up from waitressing at a hunter bar. Not everyone could recognize a crossbow inside of a bag simply from the shape it forced the leather into. She sighed. “Fine,” she said. “You stab me in the back, and no amount of salt and iron are going to keep me from hunting you down from beyond the grave.”
Jo smirked. “Right back atcha!” She clapped her hands. “All right, let’s do this.”