its a mess

anonymous asked:

can you expound more on why you dislike the term manic pixie dream girl? just curious

Well, it was originally a phrase coined by a guy to describe a female character he didn’t like. He later apologised for inventing the term, feeling it had gotten too far out of hand, but-

- I think the damage had already been done, because now it’s used as rather boring, unthinking shorthand to describe ‘a female who is too quirky/too excitable/loves life to the extent it rubs off on those around her’. None of which, I think, makes a bad character. But I’ve heard everyone from Amy Pond to Disney’s Rapunzel to Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind called a Manic Pixie Dream Girl. It’s as pointless as the term ‘Mary Sue’. Actually, I think the writer Zoe Kazan said it best - “It’s a way of describing female characters that’s reductive and diminutive, and I think basically misogynist….I think that to lump together all individual, original quirky women under that rubric is to erase all difference.” I mean…Maria a Manic Pixie Dream Girl? Come on!

Besides - lemme take a page out of this article’s book. Say there’s this girl. She’s poor and hard-done-by but she remains optimistic. She’s a talented artist, as well. She has some weird quirks, like drawing prostitutes and sleeping under the stars. Also, she’s blonde and attractive and smiles a lot. When she embarks on a forbidden love affair, she tries to get the other person to loosen up and have fun and break the rules a little. God, what a manic pixie dream girl and unrealistic character! I just described Jack from Titanic.

If you live in a dorm or other shared living space PLEASE try to be respectful of the other people living there. Don’t leave messes in public spaces, don’t run/stomp around or talk loudly during the wee hours of the morning, and for all that is good in the world please respect others if they politely ask you to quiet down. Please. 


Parallels between shows I watch


Jack’s obsession with catching (and killing) The Chesapeake Ripper 
& Hank’s obsession with catching Heisenberg 

Tiny The Engagement Sneak Peek

… Beaming at Thomas, Phil grabbed her hand. “I asked her to marry me and she said yes!” He sounded so damn happy.

Thomas stared at them.

Melinda swallowed and squeezed Phil’s hand. Time to sell it. “We’re engaged.” She smiled brightly. Happily. It hurt.

Thomas’s gaze jumped from her to Phil and back. “You two … ?”

“It’s still fresh,” she said.

“Not that fresh.” Phil looked at her and squeezed her hand. “Not for me.”

“Phil.” She loved his smile. She loved how he touched her. She loved how he looked at her right now. Like he loved her too.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Thomas frowned and sighed. “I wouldn’t have -”

… proposed to her? She swallowed. Of course he was embarrassed now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t want things to get to this.”

Phil snorted and caressed the back of her hand with his thumb. “What she means is she wanted a summer wedding,” he said lightly, “and because of the trouble with her green card, we have to hurry things up a little.”

A lump formed in her throat. He was a fantastic actor.

“You can have that,” Phil added and squeezed her hand again. “I’ll marry you twice. No problem.”

She wanted to believe every lie he told …

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I just had it hit me that; I’m getting a puppy next week. And now I’m having a minor panic attack. Am I ready for this? What if I can’t give her as much as she deserves? What if we fail at agility? What if…?


so a week ago my dance teacher was like “yeah, so you know that big performance we have coming up? you know how i’ve been saying all along that your hair isn’t a problem? well it’s a problem, and it can’t be purple, and it can’t be short. figure it out!” which is why i spent two hours tonight untangling, cutting, and attempting to style a $10 costume wig. still have to fix that weird little strand thing. but hopefully the whole thing will look better with makeup and costume uGH 


I am almost able to actually CLOSE my mouth! I can open it, too!!!!!!

Does it still hurt? Yes it does. Do I feel like I’ll faint because of the fucking pain? NOT ANYMORE!!! 

The only thing left to do now is to take it out which is scary as fuck and much more if i have to do it in Germany, like I won’t be able to understand the dentist. Oh well. But yeah, then that will be it!

I held a heart in my hands once, put there out of trust / trust broke out of luck. I watched it bleed for me and pump to the rhythm of my breathing. Its wholeness filled my empty.
My ribcage was sheltering a hurricane and in the core of my being spun an F5 / he was a storm watcher who knew no fear to die.
Call it luck or call it misfortune but sometimes storms spin of the road and spare certain souls / they still almost always leave some broken bones.
I was a rain storm and he was a campfire and I poured down enough to drown him to embers. Just enough to spare him from complete extinguish. Just enough to save him from me.
I held a heart in my hands once, broke it out of love.
And only I could hear the pain, could dance to the sound of breaking bones, out of relief that it wasn’t the sound his shattering soul.