Probably my favourite Hotspur Husbands scene because oh god could you be any less heterosexual? Cause I don’t think so.
What is your type and college major?
INFJ + Film Production (major, w/emphasis on directing and writing) + French (minor)
Ƒor over a thousand generations, the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic. Before the dark times. Before the Empire.
i think it’d be rather exciting to meet a pirate.
Why Women Need Iron
Women need iron. Not the vitamin. The barbell.
We are trained by the world around us to have fucked up ideas about our bodies; iron unfucks them.
We are supposed to be as thin as possible, as small as possible, perhaps until we disappear; iron teaches us to take up space.
We are taught that the only good direction for the scale to go is down, and to agonize ritualistically when it goes up. Iron teaches us the power of gaining weight for strength and gives us another weight to care about – the weight we are lifting.
We are taught to eat small amounts daintily and treat food as sin and pleasure. Iron teaches us to eat heartily, to see food as fuel for life, and to seek out nutritious food rather than avoiding sinful food.
We are taught to think of our bodies as decorative, an object to be looked at; iron teaches us to think of our bodies as functional, our own active selves, not passive objects for another’s regard.
Whole industries exist to profit by removing from us our confidence and selling it back as external objects. Iron gives us confidence from within through progressive training and measurable achievements.
We are taught to be gentle and hide our strength or even to cultivate charming physical weakness until we start to believe our bodies are weak. Iron teaches us how strong we can be."
Oh sweet baby jesus i love this.
It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks, but I’m working really hard at it in my head.
Like. There are a lot of things I could say here. But I’m just going to do my best to answer your question, and the answer is either very simple or very complicated, depending on your current point of view.
1. “They” knew what people with brown skin looked like because people with brown skin had been there literally THE ENTIRE TIME. Some (and father back, ALL) of “them” had brown skin themselves.
2. “People with Brown Skin” and “Europeans” are not separate and mutually exclusive groups.
3. No matter how far back you go, the mythical time that you’re looking for, when all-white, racially and culturally isolated Europe was “real”, will continue to recede from your grasp until it winkles out the like imaginary place it is.
We can just keep going back. In every area, from all walks of life, rich and poor, kings and peasants, artists and iconoclasts, before there were countries and continents, before there were white people.
The time when “EVERYONE” in Europe was White does not exist. They knew what people with brown skin looked like because they were there. They knew what “Africans” looked like because they were there, and they weren’t “they”, they were us, or you. I think what you’re missing is something that never existed.
Well, I’d stop killing women, for starters. I’d stop writing manpain and tragedy porn. I’d keep a continuity note or twenty.
I think Supernatural, in a way, wants to be like the X-Men. I think it wants to send the message that you get to choose you own family. Even if you end up with a bunch of lost, broken, unwanted monsters and freaks, those people can still be your family. The fallen angel, the ghost, the demon, the werewolf, even the town drunk. I think that’s what the show wants to tell us—that these people whom nobody else would ever include in a family still deserve one.
But for whatever macho, boring, sexist, misguided reason, that just hasn’t been allowed to happen. And I think that’s where the writers totally miss the boat.
Because the equivalent of “lost, broken, unwanted freak” in our world? It isn’t a straight able bodied white man, that’s for sure. It’s everyone else. It’s women, people of color, queer people, disabled people.
I love Sam and Dean, but I don’t give a shit about their suffering. They keep losing their friends? Bullshit. You don’t sulk in a corner because “boohoo the universe won’t let me have a family.” When the universe takes family away from you, you fight to get it back.
I want to see Sam and Dean grow up and learn that family can be who you choose, even if it’s the monsters and the freaks. I want them to fight for the family they deserve.
i’m constantly torn between wanting to watch new shows, re-watching old shows and attempting to have a life that doesn’t revolve around shows