My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love.
When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay.
Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure.
It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening.
‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention.
‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already.
He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him.
He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence.
It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist?
I asked him what happened on his adventure.
‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me.
‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look.
‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see?
‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’
‘And so I did.
‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too.
‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better.
‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me.
‘'Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said.
‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life.
‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me.
‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’
I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter.
What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye?
‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’
My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale.
‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’
Spoiling your girl doesn’t mean you need to constantly spend hundreds of dollars on her. It doesn’t mean you need to buy her the top of the line technology or clothes or concert tickets. It doesn’t mean you have to pay for fancy vacations for the two of you. Spoiling your girl can be as easy as picking flowers for her while you take a walk or leaving her a note about how much you adore her. It can be waking up a little early to make her breakfast in bed or rubbing her feet after she’s been at work all day. It can be spending a day watching her favorite movies or letting her pick all the songs during a car ride. Spoiling your girl doesn’t have to be with money but with love
Reasons why Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper is a seriously underappreciated animated movie:
–both the princess and the pauper are in situations that teach self-sacrifice for the good of others
–the plot is complex and has multiple angles that all work together really well
–the glittery, feminine blonde princess is a science nerd
–the princess and the pauper are instant BFFs
–the songs are cute and catchy, but are also important to the storyline
–the love stories are realistic; the princess is in love with her best friend/tutor who she’s known for years, and the pauper falls in love with the king from a neighboring country because of their shared interests and beliefs
–the villain is a flamboyant and obnoxious character who is so hilarious all by himself that you will honestly laugh out loud more than once
–there’s a street cat that barks
–the street cat that barks falls in love with the dainty, sassy feline from the castle
–the princess and the pauper never go anywhere without their pets, and the pets return the favor by helping them whenever they need it
–did I mention the songs?
–the villain’s henchmen are named Nick and Nack
–the king (the pauper’s love interest) likes disguises for no apparent reason
–the tutor (the princess’ love interest) saves the day, like, three times without expecting a reward
–both the king and the tutor become bros in a single bonding moment as they simultaneously chase down the villain that tried to hurt their women
–all the main characters are interesting
–not only does the king refuse to believe the pauper is anything but good despite the evidence that she’s a criminal, but he also patiently waits for her for months while she’s living her dream of traveling the world, and then takes her back the moment she shows up at his front door because he’s faithful to her
–the princess breaks royal tradition by marrying the tutor, but also finds a way to secure the wealth of her kingdom first so that her people will be happy
–there’s a double wedding
–the pauper wears a choker with her wedding dress at the double wedding
–literally everything is girly; even the castle is pink
–the overall point of the whole movie is that you are special and beautiful, and that as long as you stay positive and support each other, everyone will get their happy ending
BONUS: there are specially-animated outtakes during the credits
you are the only goddamn thing that gives me peace, the only thing that keeps me still when all I wanna do is fall and shatter, sometimes I feel as if the universe’s crushing weight is too much to handle, that no matter where I look, where I go, that weight will forever stay with me, but you make me feel different, you know that feeling you get when you listen to your favorite song? you fill me up with that feeling, that feeling of sunlight or some poetic shit, sometimes I think about how horrible life is and how ugly the world is then I look at you and I see the way the sunlight hits your eyes and I hear the sound of your laugh and I can’t help but let all my thoughts fade into nothingness, you are beautiful and terrifying and you are so full of everything and everyone and I don’t know how to explain it, you talk about things with so much passion and you dance to songs so freely as if your soul is the one in control of your body, you smile at strangers and their heart melts and I could see it in their eyes, you spit the truth like poison and you stand in bravery while others cower in fear, you leave pieces of yourself wherever you go, in everyone you meet, you stumble upon people, talk about the world and movies and songs and you captive them and you hold them hostage with your eyes and brain and heart, you posses them and they feel you in everything they do, you are beyond my understanding, beyond anyone’s understanding, you make me wish I could have all the time in the world just so I would spend more of it loving the moments I get to share with you, you are deeply under my skin, deeply rooted somewhere in my heart or soul whatever those are, you are the only thing that makes me fall in love with life a little more each day, you are my home.
ok but imagine muggleborns bringing disney to hogwarts
- muggle-borns singing high school musical songs only for other mb’s to join in
- everyone else is extremely confused
- screaming TO DEFEAT THE HUNS when teachers start lessons with “let’s get down to business”
- teaching all your pureblood pals the lyrics to all the songs
- prefects leading their houses in bursts of song
- RIFF OFFS BETWEEN HOUSES
- the teachers constantly scold for all the singing but secretly hum the songs all day
- someone introducing mcgonagall to cinderella
- mcgonagall using cinderella in a transfiguration lesson bc fairy god mother changes all cinderellas shit
- the kids calling mcgonagall fairy god mother
- muggleborns showing pureblood kiddos all their fav disney movies
- pureblood kiddos LEARNING ABOUT DISNEY PARKS and losing their minds bc there’s an actual PLACE where this stuff comes to life
- showing all ur pureblood pals ur fav disney movies
- them criticizing everything bc ‘THATS JUST NOT HOW MAGIC WORKS!’
- but they secretly love it
- jamming to we’re all in this together in the common rooms during exams
- lee jordan yelling WHAT TEAM whilst narrating quidditch matches
- everyone in the stands yelling WILD CATS
1. I’m Your Villain - Franz Ferdinand | 2. The Long Way Down - Robert DeLong | 3. Purple Yellow Red And Blue - Portugal. The Man | 4. Happy Idiot - TV On The Radio | 5. R U Mine? - The Arctic Monkeys | 6. Be Your Shadow - The Wombats | 7. Genghis Khan - Miike Snow | 8. Bite - Troye Sivan
Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork
tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side
whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for
as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if
one of the two develops feelings?
“Lara Jean? Are you okay?” I nod my head yes and make a motion like he should just go. He rolls the window back up, and I think he’s really going to drive off, but then he pulls over to the side and parks. […] Peter sits down next to me. “How long have you been sitting here crying by yourself ?” I turn my head and wipe my face again. “I’m not crying.” […] ”He’s getting into his car when, as an afterthought, he turns around and asks, “Want me to call Triple A for you?” “No, that’s okay,” I say. “Thanks for stopping, though. That was really nice of you.” Peter grins. I remember that about Peter—how much he likes positive reinforcement. “Do you feel better now?” I nod. I do, actually. “Good,” he says.