somebody responded to us posting that emma watson is a clueless activist with this
and i’m just like… yeah because emma watson was born to rich parents and got sent to a freaking private boarding school in oxford and getting tutored in drama from a very young age, and landed a role in a very visible movie franchise .
like… both people who work on this blog are lower middle class at absolute best. if i had a rich mummy and daddy that sent me to rich people school and paid for a better education then maybe i would be a some kind of ambassador that makes speeches that don’t say anything as well, but instead i’m just a local activist who tries to support people in the best way she can with the resources she has.
for what it’s worth i’m from roughly the same geographic area as emma and i’m just like… maybe if i was a rich pretty cis girl i could work for the UN in promoting equality in an ineffective way too, but instead i’m working class, transgender and finding it hard to even get a job as a shitty position in the same city she went to school, all because we both played the cards we got dealt and she happened to have all aces.
Her love alone can cure a thousand heartbreaks all at once. Her smile can melt the thickest armor. Her laughter can root seeds of hope within the blackest of all souls. She is who I can only hope to be.
I think my favourite part of a Happy Beginning (or at least one of my favourites) is the part where the bride and groom (fuck me up, I’m crying, bride and groom) are simply spinning around and around in the middle of everything, eyes only for each other, smiles wider than I think we’ve ever seen them. The truest of all true happiness, perfectly on display for us all. All I’ve wanted to see for years is these two imperfect people have a moment for themselves, blissfully happy simply because they are in each others’ arms. And now that moment is mine. All of ours. And yes, I’m gutted to the core that Jen is leaving and this weekend marks the end of the most beautiful era of television that ever was. But whenever I feel like crying with sadness, all I have to do is picture those two fools spinning and spinning and spinning, and my tears turn to ones of pure joy and pride and exultation. Because they are and always will be, my ship of dreams. And they made it.(◡‿◡✿)