Janelle Monáe and Kimbra
Life can show no mercy, it can tear your soul apart. It can make you feel like you've gone crazy, but you're not.
It’s 1am so I’m sorry for the people who won’t see this. But if you want confidence and don’t know how to get it, a really good way is to be confident in other people. When you walk into Starbucks, think, “damn, that barista’s hair is da bomb!” Or when you go to school, think, “my teacher is rocking that skirt!” When you start seeing everyone as being beautiful, at some point you realize that you’re everyone too.
#this is really awesome #because it also means you can in some ways help model confidence for others #this is part of what motivates me to wear some really unusual things in public #(I own a certain flower crown…)
This is why i don’t wear makeup in my general life, even though I have some acne and scaring (well one of the reasons) because I think maybe other girls will look at me and have confidence to not be ashamed of their acne or imperfections (I have nothing against makeup, I wear it as well at times) I just feel that I, personally, need to sometimes feel confidence in my natural skin. Flaws and imperfections are normal and don’t need to be covered up.
No one can deny that Sansa is an object of victimization; her arc is filled with both emotional and physical abuse. However, I am perturbed by Sansa because she’s subservient, traditionally feminine and lacks any semblance of agency, but there exists a faction of the fandom refusing to accept any negative feedback regarding her character.
The aforementioned pro-Sansa faction will retort, “Sansa is strong, and her fight is mostly emotional.” But, she doesn’t fight emotionally. She doesn’t hold her head up high at all, she doesn’t do everything with a smile on her face despite her situation, and does a poor job at feigning happiness. You can see the defeatism trickling from every pore of her being. Fights don’t have to be uniformly physical, but I don’t believe the
"emotional fight/strength" holds up as a legitimate argument here when the said character walks around with her eyes piteously staring at the ground.
I am perturbed by Sansa because she’s subservient, traditionally feminine and lacks any semblance of agency
ok because my last post was very unhelpful:
I’m still not sure what exactly you have against Sansa because as it is this just looks like victim-blaming. She isn’t responding to her abusers in the ‘right’ way, so she’s weak?
Not to mention that if Sansa didn’t act in an appropriately subservient fashion, she would be much worse off than she currently is. When she speaks up against Joffrey, she’s beaten. And so she adapts—because hello, that’s what all of the Stark kids are doing in order to survive rather than follow in their parents’ footsteps—and begins to manipulate Joffrey in a subtler fashion. (ie: saving Dontos, telling him that Robb always goes where the fighting is thickest, etc.) And she’s still beaten anyway, because most of her power has been stripped from her. She is mostly friendless, and utterly alone.
Not bothering with the labeling of traditional femininity as a negative because that’s been covered so many times. But the truth is that Sansa does hold her head high, and she’s reviled by some fans for that too:
Brave. Sansa took a deep breath. I am a Stark, yes. I can be brave. Sansa, ASOS
You might have knelt, damn you. Would it have been so bloody hard to bend those stiff Stark knees of yours and let me keep a little dignity? Tyrion, ASOS
There are several examples of Sansa ‘holding her head high’ in what way she can. For example, when Littlefinger calls her his daughter, she knows that to not play along would be foolish—yet in her head she thinks:
I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell.
It’s true that Sansa is often a rather internal character, and so some of her subtleties can be missed. But I’m puzzled by your character analysis regardless. Sansa is strong; if she wasn’t, she’d be dead. Yes she’s human—she makes mistakes and has flaws, the same as any other character. But I am a little bothered by this labeling of her as weak.
And I’ve written essay-length posts delving into Sansa’s flaws so you can’t just write off people’s objections to your discussion of her as ‘crazy Sansa fans who won’t accept any negative feedback’.
People don’t necessarily disagree with you because they think Sansa’s perfect. Odds are, they disagree with you simply because you’re wrong.
Im trying to find a formula for how long two people can last pretending like they can recover from whatever might’ve pushed them apart. Pretending like they will hang out. Theres the period where the two of you just dont hang out because youre busy or something, but you dont acknowledge it because you both take your relationship for granted. When you see each other you still say hi like normal and its not a big deal. But then eventually one of you realizes you havent hung out in a really long time and so you bring it up, like youre acknowledging some awkward, obvious thing. You say stuff like We really should hang out. I miss you. Its been too long. But then eventually after some period of time you start suggesting you do more feasible things like Meeting Up. Lets Get Coffee soon. Something you can mark down in your schedule for an hour or two. Let’s go on a walk. This can go on for years, really. Until the two of you move away and go find new lives somewhere else and push your belongings around in cardboard boxes from apartment to apartment. Find new places to buy groceries, find new places to waste time on the internet, find a new bathroom where you find a new place to put your toothbrush. Til eventually one day you are doing laundry or something or like cleaning your bathroom and you remember, like you always do when you clean a bathroom, that time that person told you about how dust is mainly just dead skin and then you might put down your damp paper towel, squirted with Cinch or 409 or something, and sit on the edge of your tub, and let your face fall in to your hands where youll stay for a few minutes, maybe just to breathe deeply or shake or shiver or realize how scared you are and how big everything is, like the bus ride from your house to your office, or the volume of water this tub can hold, or the space between people.
that’s how you make armor for women, no bullshit boob cups.
Boob cups must be the most uncomfortable things on earth… What the hell are you supposed to do when one of your boobs slips out? Let’s say you inhale or move your chest somehow so your breasts get free from the cup and end up clipped on the edge?? You can’t even pull them like you can when your bra gets all screwed up! Like who wants to wear that while they’re fighting monsters and shit?
I hit reblog so hard I may have sprained my finger
ANNIE - Official Trailer (2014)
I’m not gonna lie, I teared up a little bit when I saw the trailer.
I’m sooo excited for this… cheese fest and all!
this is so freaking adorable and yes i cried. I can’t wait.
I CAN’T WAIT
So I’ll probably get slammed for this (because, tumblr) but here goes anyway. Ask box is open, slam away.
When the original Little Orphan Annie was written, chronologically we were a lot closer to a time where there was a strong bias against Irish people. By making Annie red haired, it was implied that she was of Irish descent, and by extension, the audience would have inherently known that was part of the bias against her.
Changing Annie’s race to African American replicates this same dynamic in modern society, and that’s a big part of why so many people were upset by it. A BLACK orphan?! Nooooooo, keep her white and red haired and cute I DON’T WANT TO DEAL WITH HOW THIS IS MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE.
Casting Annie as black in 2014 is a much more true to the original character than casting her as a caucasian red head.
THIS IS ALL SHADES OF PERFECT
I thought that was going to make me angry, but instead I gave a little cheer and reblogged this as fast as I could.
I was reading a review defending the ending of HIMYM and I stopped when I read, “meeting the mother wasn’t the intent of the show”
"meeting the mother wasn’t the intent of the show"
"meeting the mother wasn’t the intent of the show"
EXCUSE ME THE SHOW IS LITERALLY CALLED “HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER”, SIT THE FUCK DOWN.
Instead of waiting in her tower, Rapunzel slices off her long, golden hair with a carving knife, and then uses it to climb down to freedom.
Just as she’s about to take the poison apple, Snow White sees the familiar wicked glow in the old lady’s eyes, and slashes the evil queen’s throat with a pair of sewing scissors.
Cinderella refuses everything but the glass slippers from her fairy godmother, crushes her stepmother’s windpipe under her heel, and the Prince falls madly in love with the mysterious girl who dons rags and blood-stained slippers.
Persephone goes adventuring with weapons hidden under her dress.
Persephone climbs into the gaping chasm.
Or, Persephone uses her hands to carve a hole down to hell.
In none of these versions is Persephone’s body violated unless she asks Hades to hold her down with his horse-whips.
Not once does she hold out on eating the pomegranate, instead biting into it eagerly and relishing the juice running down her chin, staining it red.
In some of the stories, Hades never appears and Persephone rules the underworld with a crown of her own making.
In all of them, it is widely known that the name Persephone means Bringer of Destruction.
Red Riding Hood marches from her grandmother’s house with a bloody wolf pelt.
Medusa rights the wrongs that have been done to her.
Eurydice breaks every muscle in her arms climbing out of the land of the dead.
Girls are allowed to think dark thoughts, and be dark things.
Instead of the dragon, it’s the princess with claws and fiery breath
who smashes her way from the confines of her castle
and swallows men whole.
'Reinventing Rescuing,' theappleppielifestyle. (via theappleppielifestyle)
It’s hilarious that we live in a society that will shame you for how much sex you have and for the junk food you eat. Like, wow, how dare you eat delicious foods and have orgasms, you’re a monster. Enjoy your miserable life filled with pleasures.
along with comparing who works the longest hours, and gets the least amount of sleep, and who was too busy to eat lunch, and has every single minute of their day planned/rigid.