Rebel Wilson Steals The Show With HILARIOUS Unexpected BAFTA 2020 Speech

I made these in response to hate crimes in my community. They are full size and free to download and print if you’d like to use them, too.

imagine spending a morning writing letters at the kitchen table while your wife cooks breakfast. on cream-colored stationary from the papermaker's store in your little village, you detail the local goings-on and the weather patterns and the state of your vegetable garden. you tell your faraway friends and family that you miss them but that you have found true happiness here. in the margins, you sketch birds and leaves and the animal prints you saw in the mud by the creek when you went to gather wild mushrooms. you slip a pressed flower in each envelope alongside the folded letter before sealing. as you finish addressing the last one, your wife places a plate of cinnamon buns and blackberries in front of you. she kisses the top of your head and says, "a bicycle ride through the country today?" already knowing that you will say yes.

Same vibes

The fact that I'm not hiking over an unfathomably large stretch of wilderness, completely untouched by man right now is really cramping my style

*gently grasps your face* listen. listen. 

we get a happy ending. they get a happy ending. do you guys understand how fucking powerful that is? (of course you do, yall are gay too) 

and not by running away to london. they get to stay here.  in Moga, in Delhi, in India, right here where they belong. they get to stay with their pariwaar. they get the love and support of their families. they get to have it all. 

don’t you guys understand how powerful that is for us, who have thought for years and years and years that the only way to live was to choose between living suppressed but loved by our families, or cut off from them but with the loves of our lives? 

but Ek Ladki says no. Yeh tumhara ghar hai. Yeh tumhare log hain. you’re not going anywhere. youre staying right here, where you’re loved, where you belong. bas. baat ho gayi. And I can’t thank them enough for giving us that.

travel deep into the forest. barefoot in the dirt, the roots wrap tight around your ankles and draw you into the soft earth

pretty girl

Entrevaux, France (by bebopeloula)

I’m legitimately sad about Miura’s passing. I’m sad that he died- while not exactly a young man, he was not yet old either. I’m sad that he died before getting to finish his life’s work. I’m sad that he didn’t get to finish telling his story; not simply because we wanted to read it, but because he put so much of himself into it. Doubly so because Berserk was a story with so much to say; often misunderstood for its early era; over its lifespan Berserk was an emotionally nuanced and heartfelt story of stubborn light and irrepressible goodness in a world of overwhelming darkness; recovery and love and finding oneself despite it all.

His work was an inspiration to so many others; you can hardly point a finger at a popular fantasy setting in many, many years that hasn’t taken at least some inspiration, big or small, from the vivid and incredibly detailed world that he painted with his words and his art.

Certainly, even if his own work remains unfinished, his legacy will still be remembered for countless years and decades as a triumph of its genre, and a true effort of passion by a man wholly dedicated to both his work and his play, and sharing that passion with others through it.

A legend among manga, and all kinds of fantasy truly.

happy new years everyone

(live jayce reaction:)