"Gaston was the real hero of the story." "Gaston was right!" Gaston was a dummy with big muscles that had charisma and a great singing voice. That doesn't take away from the fact that he was a complete and all-around VILLIAN. Yes, a VILLIAN. What do you call someone that tries to force someone into marrying them through freaking blackmail?! What do you call someone who attacks somebody that literally did nothing to him whatsoever except treat the girl he desired (certainly not loved) with respect, dignity, kindness, and yes, love, and earned her love in return. Name one thing in the entire movie that showed how much Gaston loved and cared for Belle and compare it to how many times the beast did the same. So sick of people (men, pick-me's) acting like Gaston was a good guy. I find it excruciatingly hard to believe you lack that much media literacy, even though I probably shouldn't.
Well, I'm not really sure where to start this. I'm a teenager. And I wrote a book. I'm getting it published soon. And I have an awful feeling that it's nothing but garbage. I did the best I could, I reviewed it a hundred times, I've rewritten and thought about stuff over and over again, but I still feel like it's no good. Without giving any spoilers, it's a slice of life book about 14-year-old girl in the eighth grade, with 6 out of 12 chapters taking place in school. Her and her parents have moved out of their old neighborhood 7 months before the book starts.
I want to make this a trilogy. I technically started this book series in 4th or 5th Grade, and I made a lot of google slides and I didn't really get better until a few months ago, when my dad got me a publisher through one of his former coworkers.
I really haven't wanted to admit it, but I'm pretty nervous about what the reception will be like. I feel like I'm just gonna get torn apart by critics, reviewers, and everyday book lovers across the nation or something.
Okay, this actually made me feel better. I hope anyone reading this has a good day/night!
I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars. -Martin Luther King
I wonder if karma's real. Or if God is real. Maybe most of the stuff that people believe isn't true. And no matter what they think, the world doesn't ever do anything but move on. - Me :}
Here's the other poem I wrote for my black history school assembly.
Unforgettable
We will never forget our brothers,
Malcolm, Martin, and Medger.
And we will never disregard our sisters,
Fannie, Shirley, and Ruby.
We will not forget the anger and hate that was thrust upon Rodney and Emmett.
We will remember the strength of Mamie Till to show the world what happened to her boy.
We will remember Rodney asking the Nation, ”Can we get along?”
We won’t forget the bravery of the Little Rock Nine or the patience of the Greensboro Four.
We will remember the boycotts and the protests,
Along with the dogs and water hoses.
We will not forget the people from the past,
Who wouldn’t give up and fought for their rights. For even those who were not in the spotlight,
Still shine like diamonds.
For they showed courage and determination,
In a time of fear and discrimination.
So let us never erase these people from our memory,
For each and every one of them is unforgettable.
I honestly don't understand why they decided to make Kurt want to ban dodgeball out of nowhere after one incident, but not even consider banning slushies, which was literally a big part of the school's bullying problems. Idk, it's just never made any sense to me. But then again, hardly anything in this show makes sense.
(would've been good to post this in February, but I didn't give a crap about tumblr in February so this is what I'm doing)
What I am is smart and kind.
What you are is ignorant and blind.
What I am is black and beautiful.
What you are is vile and unhelpful.
It's not my fault that you hate me so.
Just because my skin is not the color of winter snow.
It's not my fault you will stoop so low.
So, I will walk on as calmly, as the summer wind blows.
Don't you see it's not important where you come from?
What matters is if you treat people like scum!
So, you can keep talking and thinking the way that you do.
But don't be surprised when karma comes to have a chat, with you.
(I know it's not that good, but I wrote this when I was 13 for a black history assembly we did at my school and it's really the first piece of poetry I did that wasn't god-awful)
i have this posted on my page but : i think the reason steve is super buff is so that he would be able to defend himself from his dad's beatings. if he were strong his dad couldn't hurt him so bad. he wanted to help johnny but he never got the chance and feels super guilty abt it
This is very interesting! I can definitely see this being canon, and thinking about him wanting to help Johnny but not being able to hurts in the best way possible. Thank you :)
Another day, another part of me falling in love with someone I can never have. 👍(Ngl I'm kind of obsessed with this guy-)
I seen the post where you wanted something sad about the outsiders so maybe like, once Johnny and dally dies he becomes sadder and sadder every day. He completely stop watching sunsets but every once in a while he will look at the them despite the heaviness in his heart. He stops playing track because the running reminds him of when him and Johnny had to run away and when ever he sees and leather jacket his eyes fills with tears because they remind him of dally. He blames himself every day of the deaths of his two best friends despite soda pop and Darry telling him it wasnt his fault. He locks him self in his room most the time and just stares at his book shelf no longer having the motivation to read the books. He reads johnnys letter every night and bowls his eyes out till he falls asleep. I don’t know what else to put so there ya have it😅
That actually sounds amazing. In a sobbing on the bathroom floor kind of way. Thank you!