Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)
Every time I see this one it gets me, because I mean even if you want to claim fidelity to the source or whatever, you’re gonna be wrong. Because I mean, there are three halfling races described in Tolkien. The ones described as being lighter skinned- ‘fairer’ than the rest- their racial group is named Fallohide”. Fallow as English word is a color- the sort of sandy brown of soil in an unused field.
The lightest skinned hobbits are literally named “BROWN SKINS”
#totally married #can’t convince me otherwise
NOBODY IS KIDDING WHEN THEY SAY THINGS LIKE THAT ABOUT DAVID BOWIE.
Not even the lesbians.
Oh my GOD, Owen.
It entertains me that their organization was not even remotely secret. I imagine the locals all rolling their eyes whenever the team runs past, because it’s like when your kids are playing spy games and they’re being ‘sneaky’ and you have to pretend you can’t see them.
Whenever something really weird happens you just wander down to the docks, position yourself in front of a hidden camera, and sigh loudly. “Oh my, I sure hope that freaky alien-looking thing doesn’t eat my family. Boy, I wish there were someone around who could take care of that for me.”
And then you piss off and get lunch while they handle it, so you can avoid getting roofied.
And then you remember this little gem
"Excuse me… Have you seen a blowfish driving a sports car?"
outside the government, beyond the police, just down past the tourist information office, turn right at the docks, follow the pteradactyl screams, join the queue formed outside.
This scene is SO important. Maleficent is with someone she trusts, someone she considers a friend. And then the next thing she knows, she wakes up in pain, bleeding, with her wings burned off. A huge part of her has been destroyed.
Rape is so prominent in our culture that it is in a Disney movie. Maybe not explicitly, but it is very clear what this scene represents and it is so sad.
I fucking cried my eyes out during this scene
AJ even confirmed that this is what this scene was a metaphor for (x) - just because i saw someone say today that this is not what this scene is about
'We were very conscious that it was a metaphor for rape': The actress explained how the scene in which her character has her wings ripped off her body while in a drug-induced sleep had to be something 'so violent and aggressive' that it would make her 'lose all sense of her maternity, her womanhood and her softness'
Yup! I think it was fairly obvious to be honest, but hey. It hit me hard though. It took everything not to sob in the theater.
i want to write a movie about a girl with depression who meets a boy and they become friends and thats it. he’s just another friend. she goes to therapy and learns to love herself and saves herself. because thats how it happens. thats real life. you’re the hero. you can save yourself.
I really like people like you.
the appropriate response to slut-shaming [x]
Reporter: When girls are young they like the attention guys give them, but then when they get older they start shouting and saying they’ve been exploited.
Pari: Are we torturing you? We are forcing you to be with us? I’m sorry that you are so tortured.