I've got some news for you

It’s all like “what do you do” and “so what kind of movies do you like”

I’m actually better at flirting I think

1000 POINTS TO SLYTHERIN

like

when he was an adult?

because that’s some compulsive eating, friend

If you know anything about me, or have ever been near me when she’s brought up, you know I have a huge, huge crush on Jennifer Lawrence.  And it’s not just that it was super nice to see her play a strong, fierce female character who’s served as inspiration for a new crop of awesome little boys and girls and anyone in between—although she’s a great Katniss, the particular challenges of that film notwithstanding.

It’s mostly her weird, weird interview answers.  She’s strange, she’s dorky, she’s quirky.  She almost out-awkwarded Zack Galafanakis on his own show. She’s—wait for it—interesting.

So imagine my excitement when, while browsing reddit’s bodyacceptance sub (some of the most positive, genuine people on the entire site, for real) I came across a picture of Jennifer Lawrence in a bikini.  And I realized, looking at her—she’s built like me.

Not exactly, of course—my butt’s bigger, her legs are thinner, and she looks quite a bit taller. But her thighs touch and her bikini sits on her hips the way mine does, and she’s got some cellulite and her legs have that same inexplicable outer curve I always thought wasn’t supposed to exist, because good luck finding that on a magazine cover.

And of course, she’s this wholesome-looking, dark-haired girl-next-door type, and I’ve got piercings and tattoos and this weird silver Tank Girl haircut, so. There are some differences.  But I had this moment, looking at her, where I just went huh. That’s familiar. I know what it’s like, trying to find jeans to fit those thighs.

As far as I can tell, I should have been thrilled. I should have been over the moon. I should be so happy that I bear even a tiny resemblance to this goddess of the silver screen, but…that’s all it was. Literally a moment. A thought. A pause in my day.

That’s how much the similarity between her body and mine mattered. Because that has nothing to do with why she’s awesome. Nothing to do with her acting and her sense of humour and that stark, honest way she actually seems to want to do something with her career besides being a media darling.

Anyways, this isn’t a love letter to Jennifer Lawrence (although girl, if you’re on tumblr, heeeeeeeey). Just, I dunno, a reminder, I guess, of how little that sort of thing really, actually matters. Live your lives. Be awesome. Fuck the rest.

If you’re going to call someone a dyke, at least do it when they’re out of work uniform so they can explain exactly why that is Not Okay and why you’re an asshole.

ptrparker:

during sex when he least suspects it, scream “EA GAMES” followed by whispering “challenge everything”

please be real please be real please be real