"He sees what kind of man he wants to be, too. He wants to be strong, and brave, and a hero, but not the kind that rides around on a white horse. He wants to be Samwise Gamgee. It’s hard, though, to reconcile the desire to be a humble gardener, when you have a humble gardener. Or, actually, a lawn crew. It’s also hard to be simple when you’re kind of thinky. But he’s got the worrying down pat and the being small and dark and solid (maybe a little too solid he admits—his mom says he’s just padding for a growth spurt, though). If he’s honest, part of the appeal is also having someone tell him what to do. And right now, he imagines what Mr. Frodo would tell him to do, girds his loins and makes the decision to go about the dangerous business of stepping out his door.”
Baby!Blainers reading Lord of the Rings. Fanart for my favourite fic that ever was in existence. Soothing little half hour sketch. Sigh, calming colour palette is calming.
Eat THAT, hormone-snipers!
Testosterone levels are also higher (which is why you get more our of your workout when you do so during your period) so lol we handle assholes like you all the time and y’all can’t handle us and a little blood.
This isn’t the age of spies. This is not even the age of heroes. This is the age of miracles… and there’s nothing more horrifying than miracles.
The original is good, the comment is STUNNING. Love it!
So, basically, this is a symbolic representation of internalized misogyny:
I fucking love Darcy
If you’ve heard of The Sopranos, Breaking Bad, Hannibal, and villains like Loki and the Joker, you know that mainstream US audiences love to root for white guys behaving badly. I don’t mean morally grey anti-heroes who may have good intentions but bad methods. I mean…
I remember talking to my mother and seeing Snow White and wondering if there’d ever be Chocolate Brown or something like that. But my parents were very good at making sure I had dolls that looked like me, and books with brown children in them, and birthday cards with brown children on them. They were very aware. When you discount a child from fantasy, it’s a very strong statement. You think, Wow, somebody made an entire movie with elves, and trees that talk, and things that fly, and there was no room for me.
Anika Noni Rose in Vanity Fair. (Interview by Alex Beggs; Photographs by Justin Bishop.)
And when history did not cooperate, history was changed.
I am not a princess.
Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I will catch it.
Do not call me a thesaurus.
Why would I want to put my finger on his throat?
Oh, I wasn’t listening. I was thinking about something else.
I like this knife. I’m keeping it.