[8/10] women i have been warned against becoming: musical theatre edition » the girl with strength…
..who can outrun everyone and who is stronger than her boyfriend. “See the thing about boys,” says my daddy, “Is that you have to let them win.” I sat at home and read stories about Artemis and wanted to become the huntress, too. I wanted to howl at the moon, I wanted to slay the beasts that bested me, I wanted to rule my kingdom with bloody fists. But girls are never athletes, never supposed to be “built,” regardless of the fact civilizations were constructed on our spines and we made homes in war by the steel of our ribs. Never be strong. We are supposed to wilt. [insp]
this is exactly what loathing looks like. do not question the man
I apologize in advance if I keep talking about this song but it amuses me to no end
Thanks for the prompt! Unedited because I’m lazy
The first time she sees Regina Mills, it’s at the local Starbucks down the street from campus. Emma had just finished her second class of the day when she collides into something solid, caramel frappuccino in hand, and nearly falls on her ass before a hand lurches forward and grabs her shoulder.
“Watch where you’re going,” the woman scolds, holding onto her own brand of caffeine like it’s her lifeline. Emma simply stares at her – this woman she’d almost spilled her frappuccino all over, and she doesn’t even care that the lady probably has no idea what it means to be polite.
Because Emma is pretty sure she’s never seen anyone more beautiful in her life.
A delicate eyebrow arches up when Emma still hasn’t moved. “Is there something you need? Or are you going to stand there and gawk at me all day?”
“Oh.” Emma blinks. She doesn’t realize she’s blushing until she moves away. “Right. Sorry.”
That’s it. That’s all this woman says before she’s literally strutting to the door, ignoring Emma’s existence altogether with her ridiculously pristine heels and perfectly coiffed hair.
And okay. So it doesn’t really matter that this lady is like, the very definition of hot, with a body any dancer would kill for. Because apparently she’s also a mega bitch.
She just… never expects the two to go hand in hand in ballet.
marvel studios is going through a moment where they could literally pick any character and make a successful movie if they wanted to. for fucks sake they made one about a team that not even most marvel comics fans really cared about, when no one was asking for a movie about them, a team that features a talking tree and a talking raccoon, and it had the fucking biggest box office of the year so far. stop giving me those weak ass excuses for the lack of female led movies
#literally who the fuck was demanding guardians#or ant man#oh did you say ‘NOBODY’?#you have a full fucking army demanding a carol danvers movie and still the excuse is ohhhh we don’t have time sorry call back never
“The way I dress is really about the message I want to send out to the world about who I am. Growing up in Alabama, I was black. I was poor. I was assigned male at birth — that’s how I like to put it. These things defined me, but I’m not any of these things. Clothes were a way for me to announce to the world who I was. I am not any of these things. This is who I am." - Laverne Cox
I knew it!!! I’m british!!!
im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh
I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.
hi, so, uh
I assume a lot of people are hailing joan rivers as a feminist icon mainly because she opened comedy up to women through her standup
but, uh, unsurprisingly she was not the first to do that
that’s moms mabley. she was a comedian in the 20th century and was…
I already loved this
BUT THEN I REALIZED IT’S KRISTEN BELL
"labels aren’t important", says the straight person, smugly washing his hands with concentrated hydrochloric acid instead of hand soap