Like men are able to get away with never expressing of requesting help with their feelings because women are trained from a very young age to observe men, watch for signs of emotional need and environmental stressors and deal with them without being asked. It’s why women worry constantly about emasculating the men in their lives but men never worry about “efeminating” the women in their lives.
Men are “stoic” only because they don’t have to communicate in order to get their emotional needs met.
i….
…….have never read something that explains my family dynamic so well
This describes the past several MILLENNIA, including why so many men only really communicate with their bros.
For those of you who don’t already know, there is a petition going around to actually stock binders in stores (like Walmart/Kmart/Target etc.)!!!
ALSO, people who don’t bind. Please, can I have your attention?
Here is your chance to exercise your allyship. Sign this petition. It can be very, very difficult for people who bind to get access to effective binders. They often resort to harmful things (like tape) that can break their ribs or suffocate them.
Please, sign the petition. You will be saving someone from immeasurable pain.
ONLY 560 TO GO
Please. It’s fucking impossible for most people who need binders to find them easily, this would help so many god damn people
do u ever just think about the fact that molly weasley saw HARRY POTTER, the boy who defeated voldemort, and went “i’m gonna knit this kid a christmas sweater”
what i love thinking about is
in the book ron says he told his mum that harry wasn’t expecting any christmas presents and that’s why she sent him them
and knowing ron can be a bit scatty/oblivious he probably didn’t mention it til like two days before christmas
so i just like to think of molly sitting up all night knitting harry his sweater and baking him homemade fudge or whatever because she’d be damned if she’d let harry go present-less at christmas
Or maybe Harry is just as dismissive. Like, Ron is dreaming aloud of him mom’s homemade fudge and asks Harry what he wants and Harry shrugs “the Dursley never give me anything, last year I got a half-used eraser” and Ron is like 0_0 because what, no one is going to give a gift to his new best friend? So he takes poor Errol telling Percy it’s an emergency and Percy’s like no! and Ron’s like HARRY NEVER GETS CHRISTMAS GIFTS YOU GIT and Percy’s like Oh. Ok. Write mom. And Ron’s letter is mainly MOM HARRY NEVER GETS CHRISTMAS GIFTS FROM HIS MUGGLES WHAT DO I DO and then it’s December 23 at night and Arthur is ready to go to bed and sees his wife get the yarn and the knitting needles out again and Honey I thought you were done? Did we get another child while I was at work? YES, she answers, furious. Ron’s new friend, little Harry. If I get this done by tomorrow morning I can make a batch of fudge and send Errol back with it. And that’s when Arthur Weasley realized they did get another kid when he wasn’t looking but, honestly, once you went past the five kids mark you stopped counting.
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Did we get another child while I was at work?” “YES”
So the whole point of the Pirates movies is Captain Jack Sparrow is trying to find a way to become immortal. What if the last movie in the franchise ends with him achieving that somehow. Then the movie goes to a montage of Captain Jack dancing through history doing all sorts of shenanigans. He keeps creating new identities and showing up in different settings. We see Jack with bootleggers, with Elvis, pitching the Pirates ride to Walt Disney, maybe he has a beer with Wil Turner and the Beatles, anti war protests, all over the place and then the movie ends. Then the end credit scene opens at a film studio. Young hopefuls are standing in line for some sort of audition. We see captain Jack in the line. When it’s his turn he walks in and sits in front of the casting people and introduces himself as Johnny Depp. The casting director tells him he’ll be reading for the part of Jack Sparrow when he interrupts her with a, “I think there’s supposed to be a ‘captain’ in there love” and then the movie cuts to black.
This is GREAT because usually movies about immortals are all angsty, “boohoo, I’m immortal, boohoo.” But not motherfukcing Jack Sparrow. He’s having the time of his life and he’s rocking the SHIT out of it
This is what your dash looks like if you fall for the Tumblr April Fool’s Joke.
I know some of my followers might have vision sensitivities, and as this background is a rather bright color, I wanted to warn everyone.
If you don’t want your dash to look like this, do NOT click on the “This Is Decision 2016″ voting link. It will take you to a page where you vote for a lizard, and once you do, it changes your dash to look like the above.
If you’ve already fallen for it, there is a way to revert to the default dash. Underneath the spinning “Decision 2016″ graphic on the sidebar, there is a link to opt out.
“nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already.”—I need to write this on every wall of my room. (via thisyearsgirls)
since it is trans day of visibility, we should do more than just post selfies (and essentially copy blackout). today i will try to be posting resources, history, and transition stories. there’s nothing wrong with posting some selfies today, but please don’t make that the only thing we do today— this is a very important day, and is more than just selfies. blackout was a celebration of beauty our society often deems unworthy; trans day of visibility should be about making our community, history, and siblings known.
a small list of resources for the moment:
trans people who are in a serious situation, such as being suicidal, or being abused, etc. can contact the trevor project. they have a lifeline that is 1-866-488-7386 and an online chat room.
the trans 100is a list provided by GLAAD of inspiring trans americans.
we happy trans is a website that provides happy trans stories!
a longer list of resources from GLAAD can be found here
“Fanfiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.”—Lev Grossman (via stefanitran)
shout out to mentally ill students who are still trying their hardest to get amazing grades despite dealing with symptoms
shout out to mentally ill students are are just going through the motions and even though they know they want good grades they can’t bring themselves to care
shout out to mentally ill students who take time off and skip homework because they need to put their mental health first
shout out to mentally ill students who don’t want to get a diagnosis because they’re afraid it will impact their future careers
shout out to mentally ill students who have to juggle homework with therapy sessions and any other extracurriculars they do
shout out to mentally ill students. you rock my world.
*bursts through your door* Do you wanna talk about Connor Kent??? Because my roommate inflicted Young Justice on my poor unknowing soul and I have a lot of feelings about this poor wandering test tube child???
ANON. We can ALWAYS talk about Conner Kent. ALWAYS.
Like, what aspect of Conner do we need to discuss? How he looks identical to Clark as a teenager, except around the eyes (because blue or green, those are Lex’s eyes)? How he inherits the weight of Clark’s losses (a world, a family, innumerable languages, innumerable cultures, an identity), as well as the weight of Lex’s expectations (schemes, stratagems, and understated goals: kill your father, replace your father, be better than your father, be human, be my weapon, be my son.) Sixteen years old–one month old–and he’s dragging around his inheritances like an iron ball and chain. How even with the enormous weight of all he is heir to, this poor fucking kid has nothing. No family, no connections, no driver’s license, no home, no closet full of clothes, no nostalgia, no music to soothe him, no movies he loves. He’s got nobody, he’s got NOTHING, he knows NO ONE, but he’s got Lex’s eyes and that big fucking S on his chest and no one will ever just meet him, no one will ever just know him.
And then WALLY GODDAMN WEST TAKES HIM HOME, OKAY. I AM SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT THIS. WALLY WEST TAKES HIM HOME AND IS LIKE ‘HEY MOM, DAD, SUPERBOY’S GONNA SPEND THE NIGHT OKAY’, AND WALLY’S PARENTS JUST SHRUG LIKE ‘OKAY OUR SUPERPOWERED KID HAS WEIRD FRIENDS’ ONLY THEN THEY SLOWLY REALIZE THE DEPTH OF EVERYTHING CONNER DOESN’T HAVE; WHAT CONNER DOESN’T KNOW. LIKE. WALLY’S MOM PUSHING FOOD ON HIM. CONNER SITTING AT THE DINNER TABLE, SCOWLING AND CONFUSED, WITH LIKE TEN SLOPPY JOES IN FRONT OF HIM. WALLY’S MOM TAKING THEM TO THE MALL AND WATCHING HOW UTTERLY FUCKING HELPLESS CONNER IS AT ALL THE CHOICES, LIKE, HE CHOOSES THE EXACT SAME SHIRT, THE EXACT SAME PANTS, THE EXACT SAME BOOTS, IN FIVE IDENTICAL PAIRS. THE JACKET IS THE ONLY EXTRAVAGANCE SHE CAN TALK HIM INTO. (GOD. HOW FUCKING MUCH CONNER LOVES THAT LEATHER JACKET, LATER ON. THE WAY IT’S WORN SOFT IN SOME PLACES AND STIFF AND SCRATCHED IN OTHERS, THE WAY IT READS AS ARMOR BUT WRAPS AROUND HIM COMFORTABLE AND WARM. THE WAY NEITHER LEX NOR CLARK WOULD EVER WEAR ANYTHING LIKE IT.) AND LIKE, WALLY SETTING CONNER UP ON HIS BEDROOM FLOOR AND PUTTING ON THE TV. WALLY INTRODUCING CONNER TO, LIKE, JESUS, I DON’T EVEN KNOW. TEENAGE BOY SHOWS. THE WALKING DEAD? CONNER AWKWARDLY CURLED UP IN A SLEEPING BAG WATCHING WALLY WATCH THE WALKING DEAD, WHILE WALLY GIVES HIM A RAPID COMMENTARY. JUST. COME ON. WALLY AND CONNER. AND THEN LATER: KALDUR AND CONNER, AND DICK AND CONNER, AND ARTEMIS AND CONNER AND, OBVIOUSLY, M’GANN AND CONNER.
…was that what you wanted to talk about, anon? because i could go on
If you see someone in a wheelchair stand up or walk, just keep your mouth shut. They either were prescribed that wheelchair and their insurance agreed they needed it, or they became so desperate for the mobility the chair would provide that they paid a lot of money out of pocket (because they don’t have insurance or they have a shitty ableist doctor or whatever).
It’s estimated that around 85% of full time wheelchair users can stand or walk to some extent. Think of it like glasses: the majority of people who wear them can technically see without them, but they reduce pain, improve the quality of the wearer’s life, and enable millions of people to do things they otherwise couldn’t. A wheelchair is no different. In fact, even part time users legitimately need their chair, just as people who need reading glasses legitimately need their glasses. In addition to paralysis, some reasons for using a wheelchair include pain, fatigue, fragile joints/bones, vertigo, and many, many other debilitating symptoms.
Using a wheelchair is already stressful enough as it is, thanks to iffy accessibility. Please don’t add to a disabled person’s difficulties by calling them a faker.
give me natasha with this quirky, weird-ass sense of humor because she has no idea how to connect with people and she had to learn from clint barton of all people
You’re probably thinking, “oh, this is just a nice way of getting rejected.” But it’s really not. Someone on the admissions committee fought for you to be admitted. Someone on the admissions committee realizes your academic potential to excel at that institution. I hope that this gives people peace of mind.
Also: if you can, submit additional materials! Show them something they don’t know about you yet.
I got waitlisted, then submitted a supplemental essay that showed then what an articulate, angry feminist I was, which they didn’t know from my other essays, and THAT’S what tipped the scales, I’m sure.
Find out if supplements are an option! You will not be bugging them if you submit something. You will be helping them develop a more complete picture of you, which will help them make an informed decision about whether or not you’ll be a good fit for the school!
the guy that you have a crush on probably doesn’t take enough showers
liking 1D or taylor swift isn’t embarrassing. dont hide it
draw draw draw! you’ll be happy to have the skill later on
do your homework it’ll help with stress
when you’re overwhelmed you should run. it makes you feel better
don’t start cutting no matter how afraid you are
if that shirt doesn’t fit you it doesn’t matter
hug the people you love
know that your life is weird right now and it will get better
reblogging because I wish someone told me this when I was 13
- don’t talk shit about people - if you wanna experiment with your hair/makeup go for it, find what suits you. - if you start to feel sad alot, tell your parents/friends talk about it - be the best you can be - learn to love yourself
-don’t be embarrassed of anything you like. -clothes from Hollister and Abercrombie and Fitch only fit a certain type of body. Don’t let their narrow-mindedness make you cry in the dressing room -don’t starve yourself. Please don’t. -there’s a reason you don’t look like people in magazines and on TV. You look like you and that’s wonderful.
-Be yourself, no matter what other people say -Don’t start smoking or drinking alcohol, IT’S NOT COOL -Don’t waste time on judging others
Thats not only for the 13 years old!
- don’t stay friends with someone who makes you feel shitty inside
- don’t be afraid to be friends with people in different grades
- your worth is not defined by what you can afford
- do what you love as often as you can, because that’s how you get better
- forgive yourself
-drink milk for strong bones
-you might end up liking girls and that’s okay
-you might not end up being a girl and that’s okay too
- sometimes it’s hard to remember this stuff and that’s okay, we all work hard at it
- try to remember that everyone has their own shit they’re dealing with, it’ll make the world a little brighter if you don’t go through life thinking people are just arbitrarily awful
- that being said, sometimes people are just arbitrarily awful and it’s not on you, it’s never on you, and if someone tells you that it is, they’re wrong
- take the opportunity to stand in front of the mirror and find just one thing you like (anything, literally anything, even just that the line your collarbones make is nice or that your lips are well balanced)
- if someone ever puts a hand on you in a way you don’t like, you are within your rights to make them take it off by any means necessary
We need more women in the media on every level and in every aspect. That’s a given.
We also need better men in the media, on every level, and in every aspect.
Women in the media still have to achieve twice as much as men to get half the respect, both behind the scenes and on screen.
Chris Rock, while remarking on Obama being the first black U.S. president, said “That’s not black progress. That’s white progress. There’s been black people qualified to be president for hundreds of years.” This same sentiment applies to feminism. If we’re seeing more women in the media, it’s not because women have gotten better. It’s because men have gotten better. Ultimately, if we want to continue making things better for women, it’s men’s behavior that has to change. If we want to bring more women into male dominated fields, men need to stop creating hostile work environments for them.
And this is why I grow so weary of feminist media that continues to surround its female leads with Loveable MisogynistTM and Nice GuyTM male protagonists.
We need more protagonists like Steve Rogers, who accept rejection with grace, instead of treating flirtation like a sales transaction to be haggled over. We need more protagonists like Wade Wilson, a man in his mid thirties who thinks getting hit on by an woman nearly half his age is awkward and disturbing, instead of sexy, and who genuinely respects and admires his age-appropriate girlfriend who does sex work. We need more Fury Road version Max Rockatanskys, more Finn Damerons, more Peeta Mellarks, and more Raleigh Beckets.
I by no means want to devalue the importance of calling out problematic male behavior. On the contrary – it’s important to show that even well meaning men can unintentionally cause harm.
But there’s no point telling men and boys “what not to do” if we’re not also showing men and boys what they should be doing.
When the media fails to consistently portray positive male role models, the consequence of this failure is the normalization of male entitlement, casual misogyny, and other sexist micro-aggressions and macro-aggressions.
Yo, I feel this way about most forms of social justice and call-outs: you can’t just leave it at identifying the problem, you need to show how to fix it too. You need examples of how disparities in privilege can be navigated gracefully and fairly; what recovering from beingwrong looks like; what respect looks like; what self-control and humility looks like; what combating inequality looks like.
Positive media examples are one of the best ways to do this. I feel like mobbing everything that’s “problematic” is a great way to make yourself feel good, like you’re punching up, but that’s the easy part. Trying to make something that people can look up to and be a good role model is contentious and scary. People will disagree with you. What you make will never be enough to combat all the negative stereotypes that need addressing. That’s why it’s important to remember that there’s more than ONE way to be a positive example, and we need ALL of them. Having a good protagonist or a good role model who inspires one kind of person may not be the right model for every person. It’s important to have quantity; you can’t load all the expectations of being the perfect role model or character on ONE person. It’s impossible, and in fiction, it’s boring. It’s belief-straining. We need Steven Universes AND Mad Maxes AND Ray Holts etc etc. The more examples you have, the less need there is for every one of them to be perfect, and the more room there is to explore variety.
i genuinely love seeing peoples really passionate and angry opinions about hobbies i know nothing about where they use a bunch of really specific terminology i dont understand. im just like (nodding) yeah man i bet it is bullshit that they tried to pass off hongus crongus as a 66 Gubbo when its clearly a standard fuckowski, in a blatant insult to hamsport-enthusiasts everywhere, they just never LEARN man
can someone explain the alignment chart for me but in like, the simplest wording possible lmao
lawful good: i want to do the right thing, and following society’s rules is the best way to do that
neutral good: i want to do what’s right, and i’m willing to bend or break the rules as long as no one gets hurt
chaotic good: i’m willing to do whatever it takes as long as it’s to do the right thing
lawful neutral: following the rules of society is the most important thing, and that matters more to me than doing what’s right
true neutral: i just want myself and the people i care about to be happy
chaotic neutral: i want my freedom, and i don’t care what i have to do to keep it
lawful evil: to impede the protagonists (in whatever evil way) is my primary goal, but i follow my own code of morals even when it’s inconvenient
neutral evil: to impede the protagonists (in whatever evil way) is the my primary goal, and while i’ll do what it takes to achieve it, i also won’t go out of my way to do unnecessary damage
chaotic evil: i relish in destruction and want to do as much damage as possible while i try to achieve my primary goal
Here is a handy visual guide I made a while back. Part of my intention was to show the variety of ways that each of the alignments can be represented:
You can see/reblog my original posts here, here, and here.
Have you….
-Taken your meds today?
-Had any water today?
-Eaten anything today?
-Gotten any sleep today?
Just a reminder that….
-You are loved
-You are wanted
-Your thoughts and feelings are valid
Things that might help if you’re having one of those days…
-Blanket/Pillow fort
-Hot shower/Bubble bath
-Sleep
-Fresh air (go for a walk or drive with the windows down and the music up)
-Cookies (Judge me if you want)
-Drawing/Coloring/Painting
Hang in there friends ❤️
Can we just talk about the moment when the Howling Commandos realize that the only reason any of them made it out is because Steve loves Bucky That. Fucking. Much.? That if Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes were just a tiny bit less adorable, they’d all be dead?
mellyblue007 said: And later they hear Bucky reading Steve the riot act for “jumping out of an airplane flown by HOWARD STARK…oh my god, Steve, do you even remember the ‘flying’ car…into enemy territory ALONE, you big JERK!” and they know Bucky feels the same way.
sarah-the-ninja said: They probably tried to protect Bucky without him finding out, because Bucky was trying to protect Steve at the same time (and Steve’s an idiot)…Can you imagine them after the plane fell, though?
Oh man I want those scenes so, so much. As flashbacks or hell, put the Howling Commandos in Agent Carter and just have them sit around telling war stories about these two dorks trying to keep each other safe at the expense of all else.
“Hey, remember the time Rogers pushed Barnes out of the way of that machine gun fire, and then Barnes picked up the shield and smacked him over the head with it?”
“Remember when Barnes snuck out at dawn and took down an entire Hydra encampment, one by one, with his rifle just so Rogers couldn’t storm the place?”
Okay but imagine the moment someone in the Howling Commandos actually realizes why Steve saves them and he just looks over at Bucky and goes, “You beautiful sonovabitch. I am so glad you’re attractive.” and poor Bucky is like uhhh thanks?? I think?
shanology: Oh man yes. YES. And the guys do everything they can to give Steve and Bucky time alone without them realizing it, because dammit, they owe it to them.
But the Commandos can’t decide whether it’s safer to always be near Bucky, because Steve is guaranteed to be there kicking people’s asses, or never be near Bucky, because Steve might throw YOU in front of a bullet if it came down to you or Barnes.
I’M JUST GONNA KEEP REBLOGGING THIS BECAUSE YOUR COMMENTS ARE MAKING MY DAY, GUYS:
butlerbookbinding: Now all I can see is the Commandos hunkering down, all “MEN, OUR VERY LIVES ARE RIDING ON THOSE DIMPLES AND THE CAPTAIN’S DESIRE TO RIDE THAT MAN LIKE A STALLION. KEEP HIM ALIVE AND ATTRACTIVE AT ALL COSTS!”
shadava: Remember that one time Steve and Bucky went out for fondue
its so weird when people are like “WHY SHIP ROMANTIC WHEN U COULD SHIP PLATONIC” cause dude if i like a ship, im shipping it every way. platonic romantic aesthetic sexual sensual, au where they hate each other and have an intense rivarly, au where they’re dogs, coffee shop au, like are there people who only ship things one way or
your crooked teeth make your lovely smile extremely cute and endearing (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
your splotches of freckles? yeah, those are places where the galaxies whirling inside of you leaked out to radiance their brilliancy into the world
your thighs touch? that’s a GOOD thing. you’re getting proper nutrition! you have muscles! d o n o t b e a s h a m e d!!!! also, thigh gaps are awesome too! anything related to thighs is awesome! all thighs are different because every person is different, and honestly, why does it matter what your thighs look like?? people who are bothered by thighs are weak tbh
“bingo arms”???? listen up: you only have bingo arms when you’re WINNING. otherwise why would you be yelling “bingo”?? thought so. you’re a winner – you can do anything you set your incredible mind to!
your hair is so unbelievably gorgeous and don’t you deny it. don’t forget to style it, dye it, try new shampoos with it, as long as you want to! your hair is your own, whether it be frizzled or dry or thick or thin – be proud of that, and remember that you can always change it up!
your eyes are not too small, or too big, or too wide apart, or too ugly. your eyes are your own mortal doorway into your soul, expressing your thoughts and emotions in dazzling swirls and hues for others to decipher. don’t be afraid to cry, don’t be disgusted by the crinkles at the corners when you smile, don’t hate on the small, microscopic blood vessels running through them. don’t lock your door out of needless shame!
scars!!! scars are so cool! they’re visual results from a chapter that makes up the story of your life! no matter where scars are, don’t be conscious of concealing them! ppl loVE scars! even the tiny lil ones! anyone who has a scar is automatically known as an ultimate badass sorry that’s the rule
same goes for stretch marks! those little ripples on your thighs, your hips, your waist, your belly? those mean that you’ve GROWN. your body has adapted frequently throughout your life, and leaves those little ripples as little hints of your amazing journey through life, from babyhood to adulthood! (or maybe you’re just a mystical ocean god/goddess and those waves are symbols of your enormous power, onlookers should be on the lookout)
sorry, did you say you had a pig nose? do you even kNOW how cute piggies are you should be PROUD of your nose cAUSE U CUTE
long, thin nose? p l s. that just means you’re king/queen of everything. don’t deny it. you know how powerful you truly are
tummy rolls? everyone has them. seriously, no matter how thin a person may seem, tummy rolls are inevitable. you are not alone! tummy rolls rock! ROCK THOSE TUMMY ROLLS!
trust me, barely anyone see your feet anyways. besides, feet aren’t that bad – how do you think your hands would look if they walked everywhere over the earth’s rough terrain? feet are hella
ears are so cool omg they’re like fingerprints, unique to you and you only! plus you can pierce them! repeatedly! how cool is that? ears are best
do nOT be anxious about flaunting your legs! wear that short skirt! wear those shorts! own that bikini! your legs are marvelous! ppl would kill for a pair of dandy lookin legs like yours! pale or tan, legs are glorious! L E G S
lips. lips. do you know how many magic tricks your lips are able to perform? the formation of words, the ability to smile or frown, the ability to express, to kiss, to wear makeup; lips are ethereal and exquisite in all forms!
#1 tip: your eyebrows are always on fleek
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and lastly: you are not dumb. you are not worthless. you are not a waste of space, an empty void, a meaningless shell. you are loved. you are worth everything. you are so incredibly intelligent,you are utterly unforgettable, and you are breathtakinginevery single way.
next time you look in a mirror, blow yourself a kiss and don’t worry – you’ll kill it out there today. ♥
So, when I was doing my thesis on whether or not fanfiction should be considered a legitimate genre of literature, my advising professor asked me for examples. I gave him the generic ones, of course - “Pride & Prejudice and Zombies” is a horror fanfic of “Pride & Prejudice”, “50 Shades of Grey” is an erotica fic of “Twilight" - and that seemed to make him understand what fanfiction is, but not how it’s useful. So I thought about it, and, after about a minute, I said, “Paradise Lost is basically a fanfiction of the Book of Genesis. And The Divine Comedy is an epic self-insertion fic for Catholic doctrine. So, basically, you were teaching us fanfiction last semester.” I had never before seen a grown man’s eyes widen with such fear, incomprehension, disgust, awe, and understanding.
I’m a Bernie supporter but u all need to chill on calling him grandpa and a cinnamon roll and all that shit he’s still a politician you still need to be critical of him don’t fan girl over him that’s weird and I’m waiting for the “ur fave is problematic” post about him the way y'all glamorize him like he’s in a boy band or young adult novel turned film trilogy okay don’t put your full trust and adoration into him he has power he could be the president of the United States and not being critical of him is very not good okay always always always be critical of people in power no matter how much they align with your views you can’t trust politicians I’m sorry