So at what age should I expect to stop feeling like a kid with delusions of grandeur every time I call myself a woman?
with father’s day coming up, i want to remind ya’ll if you got a awful dad that you owe him absolutely nothing.
also I’ll be your father if you want. do you need tampons or a baseball I can go to the store and get one.
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YYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS @nehiroseso i have this disney playlist i listen to usually when i’m driving and i was blasting poor unfortunate souls this morning and i was thinking
what if ariel didn’t sign the scroll?
because she’s about to, okay, and she looks at the paper. the parchment made of seaweed, the ones that’s specially treated to survive underwater. and she thinks of her cave of treasures, her books that remain perfectly preserved underwater. “no thank you,” she says slowly, becoming keenly aware of air of this place, of the not-people she’d seen who hadn’t been able to pay the price for sea witch’s bargain. “i – no. thank you. but no.”
ursula tries to convince her otherwise, but ariel runs. she goes back to her cave, destroyed as it was by her father’s anger, and thinks.
she’s the daughter of triton. her books never got wet, though she lives in the ocean. she feels a pull inside her, to the land, to somewhere else, but what if – what if –
what if she doesn’t need the sea witch or her father to perform magic for her? what if she has her own?
ursula had wanted her voice because that’s how she performed her magic. singing in this cave had given it powers and protection, and when she saved her prince from the sea – she sang then too, to keep him safe, to guide him back to life and away from death.
so she has magic. she only needs to figure out how to use it.
so that’s what ariel does now. she’s quiet and keeps to herself, and her father and sisters think that it’s because she’s upset with her father, that she’s busy licking her wounds. she’s moved on from that. she has no trident, and is uninterested with fueling her magic with the souls of the damned like ursula has. so she needs to figure something else out.
she does what she’s not supposed to do, and goes where she’s not supposed to go, slipping past the guards and patrols to the one place in the sea that is forbidden to all of them.
the crevice in the earth where what remains of her grandmother lives.
ariel goes to amphitrite, and the sea goddess is so much bigger than ariel, the size of great whale as she curls at the bottom of the sea floor, too old and too tired to do anything more than sleep. “granddaughter,” the great being croaks, opening an eye as blue and as unfathomable as the sea, “you look like me.”
“they say i look like my mother,” she says, and to herself adds: that’s why father can barely stand to look at me.
“you have more of me in you than your mother,” she says, and she shifts and pulls her mass of red hair over her shoulder. “more of me in you than your father does, even.”
“i have magic,” she says, pulling her bravery to the fore as she swims closer to her grandmother, “i want you to teach me how to use it.” amphitrite pushes herself up, and it’s the first time she’s moved in a millennia, and ariel notices for the first time that her grandmother isn’t a mermaid – she has legs.
she has legs.
“you have power,” amphitrite corrects fiercely, “and i will teach you to wield it.”
and so she does. ariel spends her nights by her grandmother, learning to harness the power of the sea that runs in her veins, and sleeps her days away while her sisters and flounder and sebastian grow more and more concerned, but she refuses to tell them why. she refuses to be stopped.
but her heart still aches. she fell in love with her prince, and she wants him still. so she swims to the edge, goes to the beach where his castle resides in the dead of night when her lessons with her grandmother are complete, and sings
. she’s careful not to let any magic leak through, only her voice. she does not want to enchant him. she wants him to love her as she is. so she sings, her voice clear and powerful and cutting through the air. she hopes he can hear it.
then one day a figure walks to the beach, and it’s him, her prince. “hello?” he calls out, “are you out there? are you – please, it was you that saved me, wasn’t it? won’t you come out and let me see you?”
so she does, waves her tail at him until he catches sight of her and takes hesitant, disbelieving steps closer.
“you’re a mermaid,” he says, eyes wide, “i thought i saw – but it couldn’t be.”
“i am, and it can,” she says, heart beating wildly in her chest. he’s just as handsome as she remembered, and she wants him just as much. “my name is ariel.”
“ariel,” he repeats, and pulls off his boots and goes wading into the water, watching her to see if she flinches away from him. she doesn’t, and his strides grow bolder. “my name is eric.”
“eric,” she whispers, and when he’s close enough he touches her, trailing fingers across the bare skin of her shoulder and tangling them in her hair.
when he kisses her, she feels powerful enough to undo the world.
so there’s that now, spending her nights with her grandmother and her prince, and she knows how to make her own legs now, could walk onto land and be made a queen among the two legged men.
but she’s a princess here first, and before she can do that she needs to take care of something.
ursula.
the rotten sea witch with her rotten sea magic won’t be allowed to torment her people any longer.
she tells her grandmother, and amphitrite smiles and says, “an excellent decision, child. i’ve enjoyed our time together, but i think it’s time for me to sleep once more. i’ve taught you everything i can.”
and tears prick ariel’s eyes, but she holds them back. she knew that it couldn’t be forever, that her grandmother can’t die but no longer desires to live and this is the in-between.
“you’ll be an amazing queen,” amphitrite murmurs, and closes her eyes for a millennia more.
this isn’t something to be done in the dead of night, although it would be easier to do it then.
she will make a spectacle of it, she will remind the sea that her people are not to be trifled with.
once upon a time they feared a blue eyed, red haired sea queen with the power to destroy them all. it’s time for them to do so again.
so she drives ursula to the center of the city. her sisters cower and people hide, and her father comes rushing forward to save her.
“you’ve committed great crimes against my people,” she says, not flinching as lightning gathers in the sea witch’s hands, “so now shall a great crime be committed against you.”
“foolish girl,” the sea witch snarls.
triton is yelling. he won’t get there in time.
he doesn’t have to.
she doesn’t need to sing anymore. instead she lifts her hands and pulls ursula apart without ever touching her, not only renders flesh from bone but also sets free the souls she’s been hoarding, reverses the magic done to those who’d fallen into the sea witch’s trap.
they all stare at her, her people, her father, and her sisters. she looks to triton and says, “i’m not a little girl anymore.”
he opens his mouth, closes it again, then says, “i can see that.”
all at once everyone’s perceptions are turned sideways about their youngest princess. she commands a power that even her father doesn’t have access to, she’s not depressed and dreamy – she’s powerful young woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.
so she does what she wanted to do, she gives herself legs and steps onto the sand and launches herself into eric’s arms. she becomes his bride, and the rumors run rampant of what she is, of where she came from, but they can’t prove anything and so they rule.
they live long, happy lives. ariel is his consort, his advisor, his wife, his tactician, and his best friend. all those years reading drowned books have certainly paid off. she ages herself along with her husband, bears his children and then teaches them they ways of her – their – people.
her husband dies, and she disappears, like the stories of selkie women that everyone whispers around her. their children give their father a sea burial, and vow to see him again one day. what they know and none of their subjects do is this – their father’s body isn’t in that casket.
she returns to her ocean, her legs form into her glittering green tail, and she goes home. she uses her terribly powerful magic, and brings her husband with her. she went from princess ariel of the sea to queen ariel of the land, and now she’s back again.
she’s not quite a teenager, but neither is she the old woman she pretended to be on land. she’s returned her and her husband to the prime of their life, and as she gained legs to be with him, he now gives his up to be with her.
eric becomes a merman, and a prince by virtue of being ariel’s husband.
she returns to her family and her world without missing a beat, and they all welcome her as if she never left, treat her husband with kindness and respect.
because they all know.
it doesn’t matter that she’s the youngest. when, far in the future, triton’s reign ends –
ariel’s reign will begin.
OH MY GOD THE @ NOTIFICATION GOT BURIED SO I ONLY JUST SAW THIS? AND IT’S SO AMAZING I’M REBLOGGING IT REGARDLESS OF IT NOT BEING SUNDAY BECAUSE IT’S AMAAAAAAAZING.
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Anonymous asked: HOLY FUDGE. I SAW WONDER WOMAN AND I GET IT NOW. I GET IT. AND YOUR POST ABOUT STEVE FEELING GUILTY ABOUT BRINGING DIANA INTO THE WORLD OF MEN????? aSHJSGGGIHN *heart rips into many piece* Sorry i JUST REALLY NEEDED TO RANT ABOUT HOW GOOD IT WAS
RIGHT THOUGH RIGHT THOUGH RIGHT THOUGH
Okay for those of you who want to know my thoughts about Steve Trevor and Guilt, here is Installation One:
honestly if steve isn’t desperately breathlessly guilt ridden for bringing war to diana (even though she chose this and he knows it and he knows that he could never force her to face a war she didn’t believe in)(even though she doesn’t blame him) (he blames himself when he hears her kind heart cry for the dead though) THEN WHAT EVEN IS THE POINT OF THIS
And here is Installation Two:
what was that tag i made the other day honestly if steve isn’t desperately breathlessly guilt ridden for bringing war to diana then what even is the point of this yes that was the tag i’m so gratified that we all agree on this wonder woman diana prince steve trevor otp: when there are no wars to fight oh you better believe that’s my otp tag get the fuck on board with this misery express
AND LISTEN I AM STILL RIDE OR FUCKING DIE ABOUT THIS.
IF STEVE TREVOR–CRADLING DIANA’S FACE IN HIS SHAKING HANDS AS HE STRUGGLES TO ARTICULATE THAT PEOPLE AREN’T ALWAYS GOOD AND HE IS SO SORRY–ISN’T FEELING GUILT SPREAD THROUGH HIS BLOOD LIKE DYE, FEELING GUILT GRIP HIS THROAT LIKE AN IRON FIST, FEELING GUILT TWIST INTO HIS HEART LIKE A BLADE, THEN WHY ARE WE EVEN HERE.
Anyway I am very serious about this and if anyone wants to talk about Steve Trevor and Diana Prince and Guilt, I am here for you.
idmi:
Giving homeless people MONEY instead of FOOD can save their lives this winter, shelters cost money, being able to sit in McDonald’s and nurse a coke for a couple hours to warm up costs money, often accessing public toilets (whether it’s to use them, wash up or just to be out of the wind) costs money.
Just give homeless people cash, just do it, no excuses, no whining about “enabling their drug habits”, if you have money to spare, give it and possibly save someone from literally freezing to death.
Absolutely. And this idea that people should live up to some sort of predetermined standard you have is really uncool - there is no standard for if people should be allowed to be alive.
You shouldn’t give anything because you expect a result, you should give because it’s a basic human value to nurture other souls and foster community.
If you‘re worried about giving them money (which i think is totally valid btw, you work hard for your money and wanting your attempt at help not to wind up hurting someone, or even buying the hit that kills them, is a valid concern) invest in mcdonald’s gift cards. mcdonald’s are everywhere, they can get a hot meal, and the cards can’t be redeemed for cash.
Nope.
Not good enough.
McDonald’s doesn’t cover the cost of entry for a homeless shelter. McDonald’s doesn’t pay medical bills. McDonald’s also doesn’t pay for the drugs that often keep people alive on the street.
Here’s a fun fact about using drugs when you’re sleeping rough: a $10 hit of pretty much anything can keep you feeling warm, keep you awake through the night when you’d otherwise be vulnerable to violence, keep you from feeling hungry for up to days at a time, and keep you from /dying as a result of withdrawal/.
Your moralistic approach to providing people support benefits no one but you.
I’m pretty sure the legit homeless shelters in the UK are free? Which is why some people don’t feel comfortable giving cash to homeless people who say they need money to stay in one overnight - they perceive it to be a lie and the person actually wants it to go buy alcohol/drugs - and the bulk of the world outside of tumblr isn’t comfortable with that idea.
Really the thought that homeless people are having to pay to stay in shelters is fucking horrifying. How can it be justified? How do you turn round to someone living rough and say “well I know you’re in a shit situation but go beg $x and I’ll let you stay in this accommodation that is specifically meant to help you”?
Well Bethan, as long as you’re 100% sure that all shelters are free and all their services are free too, let’s talk about accessibility. Are they full? Are they near capacity? What’s the quality of life in there? Do people need to fear having their belongings stolen or getting sexually assaulted? Are the staff friendly and skilled? Are people of all ethnicities truly welcome? What about people who are disabled or mentally ill? What about trans people?
Even assuming that somehow all currently homeless people in Great Britain have access to a free shelter that is more welcoming than sleeping rough, there might still be expenses. I don’t wanna assume how you live your life but I’m guessing you spend money on more things than food and basic shelter? What about clothes? Using the laundromat? Using public transport? And what about people who are addicts suffering from withdrawal or self-medicating their chronic pain or mental illness?
Bottom line is, you only need logical thinking and empathy to realise that homeless people need money and it’s none of your fucking business what they spend it on.In my opinion, if you’re giving money to someone, it should be so they can lead a better life. If you’re not sure giving them money will lead to that, I don’t see the point in doing it. Just ask them what they need; if they need shelter and you don’t trust that they’ll spend your money on it when they say they will, I guess you could walk them to wherever they need to get a place to stay? Or walk them to a grocery store and let them choose what to get. I guess along the way you’d get to know them better and then decide if you can trust them to use your money wisely and lend them an actual sum. (if you wanna be extra and all and you pass by that person regularly, I don’t see a reason why you couldn’t take them for a 5 minute shopping trip each day ;) ) It might be a good idea to check up on the quality of your area’s homeless shelters! Maybe they just don’t know about them? This is just me shooting out ideas though XD (Just buying them a Happy meal or even throwing them change is still amazing though! You see so many people get passed by hundreds of others before even getting glanced at 😟)
Okay but the thing is, not all of them are going to be able to have a better life. It’s not a great situation, but honestly? Some of these people are never not going to be drug addicts. Some of them are never not going to be homeless. Like, yeah, ideally all of them will be able to get help and find a better life, but it’s not a given.
Does that mean they don’t deserve to have a less shitty time of it? If them using the money I give them to use drugs helps them get through the day means they don’t have to go to the hospital for withdrawal symptoms, then let ‘em use that money on drugs!
I think the problem is that when you only give when you’re sure they’re going to “lead to a better life”, you make yourself a moral gatekeeper of what people deserve help and what help they deserve. And honestly I think that mindset is unkind, unhelpful, and ultimately harmful both to you and the people who need help.
I’m gonna share a quote from Sports Night that in its essence entirely encapsulates the way I approach helping out homeless folks, especially the ones that I think (in my OBVIOUSLY flawless wisdom (I”m being sarcastic)) are going to use that money on drugs or booze or otherwise not working towards “a better life”.
Isaac: Danny, every morning I leave an acre and a half of the most beautiful property in New Canaan, get on a train and come to work in a fifty-four story glass high rise. In between I step over bodies to get here - 20, 30, 50 of ‘em a day. So, as I’m stepping over them I reach into my pocket and give them whatever I’ve got.
Dan: You’re not afraid they’re gonna spend it on booze?
Isaac: I’m hoping they’re going to spend it on booze. Look, Dan, these people, most of ‘em, it’s not like they’re one hot meal away from turning it around. For most of ‘em the clock’s pretty much run out. You’ll be home soon enough. What’s wrong with giving them a little novocaine to get ‘em through the night?
It’s not my place to judge whether or not these homeless folks I give money to are “lost causes”, or whether they’re one hot meal from turning it around, or whether they’re somewhere in between. It’s not for me to judge how they get through the night without dying or giving up. I just want to help them get through it, maybe a little easier than they would have without me.
Help everyone, not just the people you deem “acceptable” in whatever way you judge, because everyone deserves that basic human compassion, and no one should go hungry or cold when we have the resources to help them. It’s not on you individually to feed and clothe and house every homeless person (though I think we should all be working towards getting our society to do that), but giving them a $5 bill is more likely to be of actual concrete help than pre-purchased food that you don’t even know they want or need or may be unable to eat due to dietary restrictions, or a gift card that they may not be able to use.
Walking them to the grocery store might not be something they’re willing to do. They may not have a place to store groceries. They may need actual cash money for something like a doctor’s visit or a prescription or a bus ticket. They may know exactly where the shelters are and they may be unable or unwilling to use them for whatever reason. Or they may use them but still need money for lunch, or to get clothes for a job interview, or any number of things that they probably wouldn’t be willing to go with you to the grocery store so you can get to know them on the off chance you’ll give them money when they can stay put and possibly get MORE money and not have to deal with you interrogating them. Or they might want it for booze or drugs and you know what, that’s not your job to judge.
Also, not everyone has the time or energy or frankly MONEY to walk someone to the grocery store to get them food or w/e. I give a dollar here and there when I, a person who literally is below the poverty line, have it on me and see someone who needs help. I”m usually driving past them on the road. I don’t have time to stop and talk, I don’t have the money to take them shopping, but I can give them a dollar. And that is HELPING THEM.
Not to mention, I’ve lived on “here you can spend X money on Y items and only those, and Z money on A items and only THOSE, and we’ll require receipts so we know you’re not spending it on anything we don’t approve of” and you know what FUCK THAT, because it’s humiliating, demeaning, and ALWAYS comes with an air of “we don’t trust you to make your own decisions so we’re not going to LET you make your own decisions, because even though you’re an adult you’re clearly a failure, so you don’t have the right to be self-determining anymore”. That’s the underlying message your refusal to help people unless you think they’re “worthy” sends. Yes, even if you ultimately help them.
Essentially, giving to the homeless or needy should be what you can spare, when you can spare it, without judgement or strings attached. That’s the philosophy I run on, and I think other people should too.
sorry for the re-reblog but: In my opinion, if you’re giving money to someone, it should be so they can lead a better life. If you’re not sure giving them money will lead to that, I don’t see the point in doing it.
IMO this is essentially ascribing to the idea that giving should make you feel good. You should give because someone needs help. You should give because it’s the right thing to do. Your feelings should have nothing to do with it, because it’s not about your feelings.
Just because someone may not put your money towards a “better” life doesn’t mean that your giving is “pointless”. You still helped someone. You still impacted their life. Sure, they may not use it for what they say they need it for, or what you think they should use it on, but being poor sucks, being homeless even moreso, and you helping them made that less sucky, even if just for as long as it takes for their high to wear off.
If you don’t see the point in helping a person relieve their pain, even in a temporary and potentially long-term-harmful way, but you’re not willing to take that person in and devote yourself to helping them get a job and get clean and find a house and all that shit, then I don’t know what to tell you, because even if they want a better life, you buying them groceries one time is not going to turn their lives around, because poverty and homelessness is more complicated and systemic than that.
And if you don’t see the POINT in helping someone as much as you can even if your help might not actually change their long-term situation in any way, then it’s clearly more about you feeling good than actually helping a person.
Help people because they need help, not because you want to feel good about having helped them.
No one is ever going to be able to lead a better life if they are dead.
#classism#you fucking asshole#also#for the record#withdrawal CAN AND WILL KILL YOU#even alcohol#it’s incredibly dangerous to go cold turkey on a serious alcohol addiction#so if someone is ‘just’ spending money on alcohol and drugs#that very well may be what they need to survive right now
Alcohol is actually one of the MOST dangerous drugs to withdrawal from.
This is accurate. You are far more likely to die from alcohol withdrawal than most ‘hard’ drugs. Yes, going cold turkey on heroin will make you WISH you were dead, but alcohol had a much higher mortality rate. Even with care, the numbers can be between 5-15% due to delirium tremens, or seizures during the later stages of withdrawal.
Also, just in passing, but I’ve been in the position where I’ve had to tell a homeless person “I literally only have five dollars on me and I need it to eat today” and like…they’re not generally going to tell a kid (I was visibly a teenager at the time) to go hungry for them, which is I think a common misconception. The guy I was talking to was totally understanding about it and told me to take care of myself. They’re not automatically terrible people just because our society failed them, don’t treat them callously because you believe that they deserve it and/or are going to treat YOU callously. That is some bullshit perpetuated by the exact system that failed them in the first place.
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Listen I’m not even aro/ace or on either of those related spectra but like.
Y'all are doing a real good job. Y'all put up with a lot of shit from a lot of people who should have your back (because come on guys the queer community should have each other’s backs wtf we have real problems in the world), and I’m real sorry for that. But you’re all really tough and I’m proud of you, good job everyone.
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Keira Knightley photographed by Yelena Yemchuk for Vogue Italia April 2017
this looks like a lesbian begging her love to come back after Medusa turned her to stone for not returning her feelings
I NEED TO KNOW THAT SHE SAVED HER
Medusa appears, and the woman embraces her stone wife BEGS Medusa to turn her to stone as well so they can be together forever. Medusa, being a massive lesbian herself, falls such horrible guilt that she sacrifices one of her snake locks and restores the wife to life, then tells them to love each other and never return.
I accept this
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you say “based off of ****” and soar away in writing hell
You know what’s up.