Batman vs Superman was over two hours of two men bickering over who has the biggest brooding cock-I mean, who has the better method of "saving" people and whether or not it's ok for Batman to beat and brand criminals without regarding the fact that not everyone's as wealthy and privileged as his morally upright ass and for Superman to ignore the fact that not everyone's as indestructible as him, meanwhile Wonder Woman over here...
Wonder Woman was vastly superior to bvs for two reasons.
-Wonder Woman is actually a likable lady and an idealistic believable super hero who doesn’t spend her entire moving thinking about how she COULD help people.
She charges in, headfirst, wanting to help people she doesn’t even KNOW because she wants to protect the people who’re dying.
-and Wonder Woman was just so much more subtle and less pretentious about its message.
Wonder Woman’s CHARACTER is not that she’s cold and heartless and…well, masculine.
She doesn’t EMULATE men.
She doesn’t need to act like a man to be strong.
She coos at a baby and kisses Chris Pine and doesn’t spend the entire movie ragging on women.
She dresses and acts feminine, and embodies kindness, grace, beauty, everything “feminine.”
And she’s also strong as fucking hell.
That is Wonder Woman.
She’s a good person.
She’s not some cold warrior goddess, an untouchable female shaped ideal.
She’s GENUINELY KIND.
She sees people suffering in the trenches and her first thought it, stop what we’re doing, we gotta help.
Chris pine and all of his men?
They’ve seen all of this.
They’ve hardened themselves to the horrors of war and accepted them as inevitable.
But Diana, new to the cruelty of the human world, is disgusted and she asks what’s wrong with you?
What is wrong with us?
We have accepted casualties. We have accepted pain.
We have excused suffering because we told ourselves long ago that we couldn’t do anything about it.
She does not accept that.
She fights, yes. She’s ferocious and she, unlike Batman, doesn’t have a compulsion against killing.
She was raised by warrior women, I mean come on.
But who does she fight for?
The women and children who did nothing wrong.
The injured, hopeless men fighting a war to end all wars.
The entire movie was lovely because all of Diana’s bewilderment at the way humans live was incredible.
She’s shocked at how dirty London is.
She’s not impressed by sex and she’s not impressed by war.
She thinks sexism is strange.
But she doesn’t like, rag on it, because Diana is literally so above it that she just wryly questions it at times.
Like I don’t care what all the whiny fanboys say.
There’s not an overt feminist message in this movie.
There’s no “men are so weak.”
There’s “men are corruptible” but as we see, Diana sees them as worth saving in the end, if only to fulfill her own ideals…
Which is feminist as fuck, I guess, because Diana doesn’t defend men because it’s her job.
She defends them because it’s her decision. Her morality. Her duty.
But the feminism in the movie comes from the fact that she’s so kind.
She breaks down when realizing that Ares isn’t behind it all, that MEN are the ones who are cruel to one another.
She sees the war and it’s only senseless violence to her.
All of the people she wants to help are the victims, and it’s clear cut, to her, who’s bad and who’s not.
But Chris Pine helps her realize that humans aren’t so clear cut.
And so even though she was disgusted by human actions, she still wanted to help the people in need.
I absolutely adore the scene where she’s charging across a battle field to pave the way to the town.
First off, it was so badass watching her knock aside artillery like it was nothing as the men cowered in the pits.
Second, SHE SAW THAT PEOPLE WERE SUFFERING AND SHE DIDNT CALCULATE.
She didn’t do a Batman, where she looked at the risks vs the benefits vs the needs of the many and the few.
She just charged in and did what she could.
Chris Pine told her she couldn’t do anything except help him with his plan, in order to stop the war and save them indirectly.
But Diana is a true warrior with the heart of a lion, man.
She helped them directly, with no nonsense, no politicizing, no planning, just action.
At the end she says love will save humanity?
That’s the kind of feminism Wonder Woman was embodying.
Wonder Woman wasn’t this lone independent operator who sneers at men who try to involve themselves in her business.
She was helped and supported by men, but it was clear that she was the star, the true hero who brought them and their plans together but also gave them a new hope, a new heart.
They were jaded by helplessness and mortal frustration, forced to fight to stand stills and accept human deaths.
She came and showed them something miraculous and wonderful: her power.
But not used to beat someone’s head in with a fucking sink.
Used to do good.
To fight for her morals, which aren’t corrupted by the human world’s greyness, not yet.
I loved this movie.
I loved this movie so much.
DC finally did good and we can stop pretending suicide squad and Batman vs superman were good.
Wonder Woman is the good DC movie.
Don’t even try to tell me BVS was better than Wonder Woman because if you genuinely believe that, either out of pride and obstinacy from all your bickering with marvel fans or out of delusional worshipping of anything DC, then I think you just like watching people beat people in slow motion and uncomfortably lofty , corporate-cut and stylized plots as interesting as watching a landscape time lapse.
Suicide squad was cut to bits by its editors, BVS suffered from some severe Snyder wanking, and justice league, I don’t know, we’ll see.
But Wonder Woman?
Best DC movie since dark knight.
God bless Patty.
I knew we needed a woman in charge to get the job done.
Now direct all sexist comments and sneering remarks about feminazis destroying your precious super hero genre with their “love” themes to my inbox where they’ll be lovingly deleted.
prompt: small discussion of tattoos leads to smutty goodness.
a small yawn left your lips as your head rested on your boyfriends chest, the curtains were drawn closed leaving you in a dimly lit room, the only noise surrounding you was your breathing and the sound of his steady heartbeat by your ear. you and chris had been dating for two months but having time together or even alone was a rarity considering his line of work, not that you minded, you loved spending time with sebastian and anthony as well as visiting his parents. his mothers cooking was to die for and you couldn’t stop yourself from melting whenever you saw how they interacted, it was no secret that he was an absolute mammy’s boy.
if disney is soooo hell bent on these unnecessary sequels then i want princess diaries 3 WITH the ORIGINAL CAST. im talkin julie andrews, anne hathaway, chris pine, heather matarazzo, raven symone, the WHOLE LOT!!
i want the movie to open with mia’s narration on a black screen “so, its been a while. let me catch you up…” and then you’ll hear a baby cry and chris pine interrupting the narration being like, “hon, can you put the diary down and give me a hand with the twins?” CUT TO CHRIS PINE AND ANNE HATHAWAY CHASIN AFTER THEIR ROYAL TEEN CHILDREN COS THERE IS SOME DRAMA BECAUSE ITS 13 YEARS LATER BITCHES
while mia and nick sort out their kids, clarice and joe roll up to the palace with News. Its time for mia and nick to debut their kids on a royal international tour, cue montage of World Tour Prep feat. Their Pubescent Teens BUT WAIT THERE’S A HITCH AND THAT IS MIA AND NICK NEVER GOT HITCHED !!
this wouldn’t normally be an issue, especially since mia abolished the marriage law before ascending the throne years ago BUT the law is firm that in order for mia’s kids to eventually inherit her crown they must be her legitimated children by blood and marriage. no worries, right?
EXCEPT mia doesn’t want her kids to experience the responsibility of royal succession looming over the remainder of their childhood as it did with her own at 15. on the other hand, nick has never known anything else and sees no problem with raising kids to become rulers because he and mia will make sure the mistakes of the past are not repeated. and though neither can admit, this conflict is the reason they’ve never married after all these years. meanwhile their kids are growing up fast and life awaits them, but what kind of life? Will Mia and Nick tie the knot? Or will Mia be the last Renaldi to rule Genovia?
FIND OUT IN PRINCESS DIARIES 3: THE ROYAL WORLD TOUR
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit - 18+ only Summary:Reader wants to eat the breakfast Chris has cooked for her, but he has other plans. Blame your too sexy denim shorts! Word Count: 1.7k Genre: NSFW/SMUT Warning:Long detailed oral sex (female receiving).
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Freshly out of your morning shower, you finished adding the last touches to your light makeup after you had gotten dressed in your favorite denim shorts and a white cotton blouse.
Walking in the kitchen, you followed the smell of the pancakes and fresh fruits that Chris had cooked, accompanied by the exotic effluvia of hot coffee. You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend too busy to notice your presence as his back was turned to you, humming the slow melody of a song you both loved.
You walked up to him and folded your arms around his broad chest, wrapped by his Henley shirt, planting a longing and loving kiss at the back of his neck as he smiled widely.
“Hmm, what did I do so special for you to cook this morning?” You murmured.
“You came into my life,” Chris accompanied your mocking laugh and you moved your body to rest against the counter, standing next to him.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about our trip to Boston next week and…” you trailed off, noticing Chris’ baby blue gaze remaining locked on your frame. “What, you don’t like the outfit?“ You interrogated, checking out, yet he didn’t answer and kept looking at you.
His gaze was so ardent that you almost forgot how to breathe properly. Every time your man laid his eyes on you with such fierce, you felt the desire rising inside.
Your boyfriend eventually looked up at your blown eyes, licking his full lips and you could see his pupils dilating slowly as he drank in the view from his orbs like he had been in the desert for long days of a burning hot summer.