Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win
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Where were my women who were forced to learn that with great power comes great responsibility? Where were my awkward school girls who were just trying to graduate high school when they found they didn’t need their glasses anymore, but could lift a school bus one-handed? Where were the funny best buddies? It’s not as though we can all be Lara Croft. Yet for a long time, she was all we had: if you were a woman, you had your place, on one end of the spectrum or the other. Why, I still ask every single time the movie is on TV, is it Kick-Ass and not Hit Girl?
Then the recent Marvel films arrived. Pepper Potts came along in her business-wear and skyscraper Louboutins and was unstoppable in her rise to CEO of Stark Industries. Black Widow slunk onto the scene and showed us that we don’t need to choose between sexy and dangerous. Jane Foster, the astrophysicist genius, still blushed when confronted with Thor’s overwhelming good looks, just the way the rest of us would, while Darcy Lewis was as concerned about her iPod as she was about the faceless government organisation behind its theft.
Maria Hill reached the very top of the male-dominated SHIELD organisation, Sif is a fully-fledged goddess of war, and Peggy Carter was a sharp-shooting, red lipstick-wearing female officer at the frontline of WW2. These aren’t the cardboard cut-out women of action movies gone by. They’re more than the girlfriends or relatives or unobtainable dream girls, more than pawns for a hero’s man-pain. They’re definitely more than a gorgeous yet robot-like tomb raider with a penchant for dressing in clothes that are so often inappropriate for the weather.
They’re you, me. The boss you want to be someday, the academic your friend aspires to. The student who just wants to listen to music and have fun. The women who can do battle, run Fortune 500 companies, wield tasers and drive questionably. Girls who can show fear but fight against the bad guys anyway, who flirt just for fun. The brainwashed Russian superspy assassin. (OK, so maybe not that last one. Then again, we do all have that one friend we wonder about.)
”—Marvel’s women are so much more than just eye candy
(via peggyleads)
4:59 pm: it’s light outside, the sun is just barely setting. you could probably walk to the store and back before it gets too dark. children are playing. it’s kind of nice.
5:00 pm: the sun is gone. it’s been swallowed whole by the embodiment of darkness. death reigns supreme. children are crying. you can’t see your hands in front of your face. this is the end.
Straighten your back and stretch your arms over your head. Take a deep breath. Now cough a few times to rattle things around in your chest. Don’t wear it for more than eight hours if you can help it. Binder safety is very important! Alright, now go ahead and pass this on for someone else who might need it. Thank you!
THIS JUST IN: I CANNOT RECOGNIZE CHRIS PRATT WITHOUT HIS FACIAL HAIR AND IM SCARED
CHRIS PRATT?????????????
My aesthetic is “would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens”
that is actually my aesthetic
that point in the semester where everything is like
and I’ve gotten to the point where I’m like
i cant get over this gif of sam super-kicking the winter soldier in the head
HE JUST FUCKING GLIDED DOWN AND KICKED HIM IN THE HEAD.
CAW CAW MOTHERFUCKER
a piece of advice from somebody who’s been through this a few times already: if somebody gives you a bad vibe trust your gut
Stage 1: NOW KISS
Stage 2: NOW FUCK
Stage 3: NOW BREAK EACH OTHER’S HEARTS AND THEN MEND THEM SLOWLY WHILE TOUCHING EACH OTHER WITH REVERENT, TREMBLING HANDS
we have goals people
OMGG
Hardison: “As long as I don’t have to do anything immoral.”
Nate: “No, absolutely not. No, I just need you to figure out how to…fake a miracle.”
[Eliot laughs]
Hardison: “We all goin’ to Hell.”
–Leverage (The Miracle Job)
Please be careful if you have epilepsy and go to see mockingjay. One scene in particular is about a minute and a half of bright, rapidly flashing lights and my cinema didn’t warn anyone about it
last year one night me and my old roommates were all playing twister and mike was on the spinner and halfway through the game he kind of mumbled to himself “i sure hope im calling these right” and then everyone in the room simultaneously remembered that mike was colorblind
the fact that most queer characters on tv only have straight friends is so laughable to me because in my group of friends that i’ve had since middle school, all but one of us has revealed ourselves to be queer one way or another, like we subconsciously gathered together.
TV has the “token LBGTQ person” real life has the token “straight person”
I have this problem where ‘the other day’ for me ranges from yesterday to around 5 years ago
and ‘a friend of mine’ is literally anybody i’ve ever heard of whose opinion i like
j0ye:
It’s amazing that people will see a kid yelled at or manhandled by a parent and say “It’s not my business, you can’t tell someone how to raise their kid” but if someone lets their son wear a dress it’s a public discussion.
THIS IS VERY RELEVANT
