yupthatsmysock:

Missin’ Scrubs like nobody’s business.

J.D.: Let’s face the facts about me and you, a love unspecified
though I’m proud to call you “chocolate bear”
the crowd will always talk and stare.

Turk: I feel exactly those feelings too
and that’s why I keep them inside
‘cause this bear can’t bear the world’s disdain
and sometimes it’s easier to hide.

J.D. & Turk: Than explain our guy love, that’s all it is
guy love he’s mine I’m his
there’s nothing gay about it in our eyes.

Turk: You ask me ‘bout this thing we share…

J.D.: …and he tenderly replies.

Turk: It’s guy love…

J.D. & Turk: …between two guys.

Turk: We’re closer than the average man and wife.

J.D.: That’s why our matching bracelets say Turk and J.D.

Turk: You know I’ll stick by you for the rest of my life…

J.D.: You’re the only man who’s ever been inside of me!

Turk:(Spoken) Whoa whoa! I just took out his appendix.

J.D.: There’s no need, to clarify…

Turk: Oh no?

J.D.: Just let it grow more and more each day.
It’s like I married my best friend…

Turk: But in a totally manly way!

J.D. & Turk: Let’s go!
It’s guy love, don’t compromise,
The feeling of some other guy.
Holding up your heart into the sky.

J.D.: I’ll be there to care through all the lows.

Turk: I’ll be there to share the highs.

J.D. & Turk: It’s guy love, between two guys.

J.D.: And when I say, “I love you, Turk,”,
it’s not what it implies.

J.D. & Turk: It’s guy love
between…
two…
guys.

J.D.:(Spoken) No hands.

[J.D. and Turk hug]

knowapower:

erosum:

Feminist Frequency on race and casting for The Hunger Games

Happens with male roles as well, one of the many reasons I hate the media.

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hermionegrnger:

“For some reason, girls seem to think it [being athletic] is unfeminine and they worry about being ‘pretty’,” says Watson. “But I feel the most pretty when I come off the pitch after a field hockey game and I’ve got pink cheeks and bright eyes. Sport really makes me feel good about myself.”

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I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a par of every tribute they can’t own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I. A few steps into the woods grows a bank of wildflowers. Perhaps they are really weeds of some sort, but they have blossoms in beautiful shades of violet and yellow and white. I gather up an armful and come back to Rue’s side. Slowly, one stem at a time, I decorate her body in the flowers. Covering the ugly wound. Wreathing her face. Weaving her hair in bright colors. They’ll have to show it. Or, even if they choose to turn the cameras elsewhere at this moment, they’ll have to bring them back when they collect the bodies and everyone will see her then and know I did it. I step back and take one last look at Rue. She could really be asleep in that meadow after all. “Bye, Rue,” I whisper. I press the three middle fingers of my left hand against my lips and hold them out in her direction. Then I walk away without looking back.

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thirty-one people so amazing they make me hate everything | Janina Gavankar

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