(via johanirae)
Your gender identity is yours. You get to decide how to describe and understand yourself. Your gender expression is yours. You get to decide how to present yourself.
(via punkrockpatroclus)
honestly if you dont think like, the tumblr feminist scene, with all the occasionalyl cheesy kawaii-aesthetic misandry art, hasn’t had an impact on anyone at all like
you dont remember what the average teen girl in a fandom was like before this. you don’t remember how we used to make hate-sites about female characters who “got in the way”, games where you could beat them up, how much we hate our gender and bragged about not being like other girls, used to completely reject everything girly. a lot of us just wanted to be one of the guys. there was a lot of internalised misogyny there
now you get these 15 year old girls loving other girls and loving themselves fiercely, even at the total cost of male approval and just. god. if like 14-year-old me could see this shit now.
and like if you dont think teen girls learning to love themselves and their body and each other isnt important than i do not know what to say to you
(Source: spritzeal, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
official-german-translationen:
Salvete, Gaius Iuli'us Caesar sum et pilorum album quam nivem habeo et aureos, sed interdum virides lauros et imperium Romanum construxi et eius eram quasi primus Caesar (sic merui nomen meum) et multi indicant mihi me Marcus Crassus similem esse (si non scitis Marcus Crassus, vobis opus est pecunia). Brutus non est filius meus quod est bonum nam ET TU, MI FILI???!?. Iamia sum sed dentes albos et rectos habeo. Pallidam cutem habeo. Etiam, maga sum magicum ludum, nomine Pigverruca, visitans quod desinam (ego sum MMCXIV), veni, vidi, vici. Classicus sum (si vos id non suspexistis) et multas togas emptas in Basilica Iulia habeo. Ratio amo et bellum Gallicum gero. Veluti, hodie omnia Gallia occupata. Omnia Gallia? Certe! Non est vicus parvus inter Aquarium, Babaorum, Laudanum et Brevisbonum. Ambulabam foris Pigverruca. Ninxit et pluvit et Gallia divisa erat in partes tres, quod me fecit felix. Marcus Porcius Cato me observavit. Digitum medium illo monstravi.
I
AM
SCREAMING
(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
Okay but consider this- Elizabeth Swann. She’s a pirate nerd from the beginning. She’s fascinated. And by the time the Black Pearl blasts Port Royal she knows enough to defend herself- first with the iron, then with the Code. That nerd studied pirate law enough to quote it.
And not just pirates. Presumably she’s been on a ship once- when she comes over from England. But nope no piracy wasn’t enough for this kid no she did some intense studying of sailing too because why not. So when they’re being chased down who’s coming up with all these nautical maneuvers? Elizabeth fucking Swann, sea nerd extraordinaire.
Fast forward and she’s not just a nerd anymore. And she isn’t a pirate, either. She’s the Pirate King, doing battle with Davy Jones and the entire British navy, with every Pirate Lord and their crews behind her. No more improvised weapons, no more parlay- she commands every black heart that ever set sail. And then her bae becomes ferryman for every soul lost at sea.
So then what? Everyone just goes back to what they were doing? And Elizabeth just goes home to make a quiet life for herself as a single mum? From studious sea nerd to Pirate King and now suddenly she’s happier at home, waiting for Will?
Give me an epilogue where Elizabeth has her father’s estate and enough gold to keep her comfortable for a lifetime, but instead travels the world, her son at her side. Adventuring and exploring, in and out of the law. Tell me she calls up Calypso for tea from time to time and they talk about uncharted lands and the price of sugar. Tell me in some ports she’s recognized as the daughter of Governor Swann and wined and dined. Tell me in some ports she’s recognized as the Pirate King and gets barrels rum on the house.
Tell me even honest sailors whisper stories of the mysterious and elusive Pirate King, who rarely strikes at all but then vanishes for years at a time.
Tell me Elizabeth spends time aboard the Flying Dutchman, so she can be with her husband, and her son can be with his father and grandfather. Imagine young William learns to sail on his father’s journeys to and from the land of the dead. And when he finally captains his own ship, he’s learned to be both a respectable gentleman and a good pirate.
Imagine Elizabeth spending her life on the sea, sometimes with Will and sometimes not, with a wind from Calypso always in her sails, adventuring enough for lifetimes as a part-time well bred lady, part-time Pirate King.
yes this
(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
“I never thought about my future until now. I guess I never had very good timing.”
Okay Raleigh fucking Beckett. First off FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU for saying the most ROMANTIC thing I’ve EVER heard to the person you respect and admire SO MUCH I just sgslshksjsk. And in an ACTION MOVIE of all things. You hold this character on a pedestal for reasons that are 100% valid: she is your equal in combat and emotional connection. She is able to handle not only your mind, but the mind of your brother. She know your every thought. She knows your heart. And then you have the GALL to say (approximately) THOSE WORDS TO HER BEFORE ATTEMPTING TO CANCELLING THE APOCOLYPSE I JUST.
You are too much. Too damn much.
(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
You know how in Agent Carter we saw the Red Room girls learning about American culture by watching and reciting along with Snow White?
Please consider: the Red Room, fifty or sixty years later, Natasha one of many girls obediently imitating It’s Patsy!
Idealized American Dream (and, let’s note, pointedly ginger-haired) Patsy on the screen, while tiny murderprincess Natasha Romanoff silently mouths the words, thinking I have to be able to become this while fervently desiring not to, while on the other side of the camera Trish Walker is doing almost the exact same thing.
(via keeperofthehens)
It bears repeating.
(Source: ihavefeministbones, via clockwork-mockingbird)
It’s Duck, Duck, Grey Duck dammit.
No one will ever tell me otherwise.
(via yea-lets-do-this-shit)
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