woagh... the three stages of yuri... (toxic & hating each other, standing within a few feet of each other, bloodlust extra emphasis on lust)
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why did the 1957 snow queen have to come for my heart with the little robber girl like that
she lets gerda go and just EXLPODES in a whirlwind of rage and grief, slashing the ropes of all her animal captives right and left, chasing them away, yelling, freeing them, falling down and just... cries there all alone... she can't keep them anymore. she can't stand seeing them caged. she couldn't keep gerda and now she doesn't want to keep any of them either
when the critters paused and went back to her. the close up of her hand as a bunny tries nuzzling it, only for her to wave it away, only for the animals to stay with her anyway
it hurt good. im a little throat tight just thinking about it
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It's not very easy to grow up into a woman. We are always taught, almost bombarded, with ideals of what we should be at every age in our lives: "This is what you should wear at age twenty", "That is what you must act like at age twenty-five", "This is what you should be doing when you are seventeen." But amidst all the many voices that bark all these orders and set all of these ideals for girls today, there lacks the voice of assurance. There is no comfort and assurance. I want to be able to say, that there are four things admirable for a woman to be, at any age! Whether you are four or forty-four or nineteen! It's always wonderful to be elegant, it's always fashionable to have grace, it's always glamorous to be brave, and it's always important to own a delectable perfume! Yes, wearing a beautiful fragrance is in style at any age!
C. JoyBell C.
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Aww, it's like they're C Squared.
(Yes, I know that's not how math works, shhh.)
Young Justice (1998) #9
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Ok I’m probably not the best person to say this, but I’ve been seeing a lot of (as of right now) accurate insults on how the CGI approach for the Live Action Little Mermaid movie, but please be mindful that you don’t take things too far, and *especially* don’t start going after Halle Bailey (Ariel’s actress) and to a lesser extent, Ariel the character.
Antiblackness is still an issue in a lot of fandom spaces, and it doesn’t just come out as using nasty slurs or stereotypes. It manifests as drawing Black characters lighter and/or with more white features, it comes out as removing Black partners from ships, and it starts out as plausibly deniable insults that get the door open to microaggressions and outright nasty comments.
I’m not saying that all discussion of the movie should be stalled, or even if it turns out to be an artistic failure, that it doesn’t merit discussion. I’m saying that you shouldn’t extend your vitriol to the characters and actors.
If you really feel the need to insult her, it might be worth a little introspection. Ask yourself, “Do I resent that they changed Ariel, or that they changed Ariel in this way?”. You’re not irredeemable if your personal answer isn’t kind. Just be more careful, try and observe how that sort of world view affects your behavior to others, and then course correct.
A lot of little kids would love to see another Black Princess. A lot of little kids would love to have a Black mermaid as a main character. Hell, a lot of adults would love those too. Black fantasy characters have long been excluded, transformed, killed, merely in the background, relegated to stereotypes, villainized and have hardly ever in the spotlight, especially in major productions.
Don’t make it harder for kids (and adults!) to see themselves on screen. Don’t ruin their wonder. So don’t make unkind comments. Keep it to yourself. Frankly, Halle looks beautiful, and I can’t wait to see the sparkles in her fans’ eyes as she swims across the screen.
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doom patrol vs teen titans – solo #7
[ID: Dick Grayson and Donna Troy in their respective costumes in Bruce Wayne's penthouse. Donna said it's like a party paradise, which causes Dick to unhesitantly rat out his mentor, “Naw. He doesn't really bring girls here. Once or twice a month he drags Wonder Woman or Batwoman up here to keep up his bored playboy façade. They mostly just sit around and play cribbage all night. A swinger he's not!” Dick pours chips in a bowl as Donna is looking at Bruce's vinyls with a displeased expression! She judges the middle-aged man, “I should say he's not! Frank Sinatra? Ed Ames? Ugh! Luckily, the hostess with the mostest brought her own mod tunes! Time to get this joint jumping with the keen teen scene!” END ID]
(the vinyls are ‘Sinatra And Swingin’ Bass’ and ‘Sings Who Will Answer? (And Other Songs Of Our Time)’ btw :))
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who: @ronanbrackens
when and what: set the morning after ronan's little detective journey, brianna wakes him up to find out whether they've cracked the case.
brianna bracken was not an early riser, nor was she a morning person; the grump sat firmly upon her until at least an hour before noon, and eating early in the morning was always out of the question. still, food always helped relieve what she jokingly referred to as the grump that held her captive for the early hours of the morning: and now, brianna bracken remained face down into her pillow, a light snore coming from her every now and again. the maids had already come and gone several times, and since the entirety of the court celebrated later than usual last night, she remained in the comfort of her own bed. outside were the deer that usually waited by the large iron gates, and the sound of the rushing red fork and…wait.
her eyes opened, ever so slightly, realising she was not in her childhood bedroom. she was not even in the riverlands. she was within kings landing, the night after one of the grand feasts celebrating the coronation of a new king.
she had retired earlier than her brother last night, as they always did. there was something he needed to do. someone he needed to see. she sprung herself from the warmth of her bed, half dressing herself whilst messily putting her hair into a quick bun. they remained within the family apartments that had been allocated to them, and thus, she did not bother putting effort into her appearance. she slipped her robe over her nightgown, which was hardly anything sensual or luxurious. anastacia had told her she appeared like a potato sack. "mornin' to ya, judie and plum!" brianna yelled at the bracken servants passing by, whilst speed walking down the corridor from her own chambers towards the chambers where her brother's were.
and then suddenly she appeared, like a flury of chaos - and the atmosphere surrounding him, was stillness. calm. it almost rooted her. almost, if she did not accidentally bump into one of the bookshelves as he moved towards him, nearly causing something to fall over. "tell me ya got her." brianna exclaimed, looking around as though lady gold, or whatever wretched name the creature truly had, was somewhere hiding in the room. "did she take the bait? i told ya use the idea of marryin' a heathen, gods know it causes all the ruckus. thank ya, garland hightower." she moved forwards toward his desk, wondering why none of the letters he was writing seemed to be writing to the lion king to inform them the brackens had caught the lady gold.
"hold on a moment. slow yer horses. where is the daft bitch? dun be tellin' me 'tis actually a man."
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