“She removes her wig, her eyelashes, her makeup, never breaking eye contact with the reflection of her natural self. It’s an intimate, powerful moment television doesn’t often show: A black woman removing all the elements white supremacy tells her she has to wear to be beautiful, successful, powerful. And let’s not forget that that wasn’t just Annalise taking it off: It was Davis, too—Davis, who remains brave in a world where a New York Times critic can get away with calling her ‘less classically beautiful.’” x
Are you gross under there? Are you Night of the Living Dead under there? Like all bloody veins and pus?
Favorite Halloween Movies - Beetlejuice (1988)
I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.
More commissions from NYCC: Scottie, Thor, and Genis-Vell
Who is Damon Salvatore? He was my boyfriend. I loved him, and he died. When did you first meet him? I was in High School. And what was he like? There was something different about him, dangerous but not in a way that scared me. He was exciting. And how did he make you feel? Like anything was possible. Tell me about this moment. He kissed me. I mean, I shouldn’t have let him. I knew that he was in love with me, and even thought Stefan and I were on the outs, I shouldn’t have let him. / It was the miss Mystic Falls pageant. Stefan was supposed to be my escort, but he bailed on me. Damon stepped in. He saved me from being embarrassed in front of everyone. He took my arm and led me out with the rest of the girls and all their dates, and we danced. I remember that was the first time that I f e l t it. How sexy he was. I’d never… Let myself notice until then. I mean, obviously, I knew that he was attractive, but I didn’t want to see him that way. / Maybe it was when we spent the night at the motel together. I wasn’t back together with Stefan yet, and I remember when I was laying in bed with him all I could think about was kissing him. I wanted to kiss him so badly. Tell me the moment you knew you loved him. It was my birthday. Damon and I spent the entire summer looking for Stefan. And I was trying to put on a good face because Caroline was throwing this party for me, but I was just so sad. I was two seconds from deciding I wasn’t gonna go, I was gonna leave the room, until Damon walked in to give my birthday gift. It was the necklace that Stefan had given me. I’d lost it, but Damon knew what that necklace meant to me… what it meant about my feelings for Stefan. Even though he loved me, he gave me the one thing that represented hope for me and his brother. I knew how much it hurt him. But he did it. It was the most selfless he’d ever been. And in that moment, I l o v e d h i m. I didn’t want to. It terrified me. But for that moment… I loved him. Who is Damon Salvatore?
He was my boyfriend. I loved him, and he died.
"I’m not usually a first row kind of guy but I promised myself I wouldn’t hide in the back of the class."
the reviews say “gritty realism” but the heart whispers “suburban straight boy libertarian fantasy with a limited color palette”