Well, my beautiful darlings, I’m off to see Beauty and the Beast.
The original 1991 animated classic (yep, calling it a classic) was such an important part of my childhood and my family have taken me to see various adaptations on stage and Disney on Ice. And today I’m seeing the new version with my mum. (ON THE TITAN SCREEN! FUCK YEAH!)
But this is going to be the first time I see this story, told in a different way, on the big screen. I unfortunately have never had the time to see it in various re-releases (i wasn’t even thought of when it came out hehe)
I am dressed for the occasion. (I’ll post photos later) I have my tissues ready.
what she means:
we allowed 50 Cent to single-handedly ruin Ja Rule's music career. Sure their beef started long before the diss tracks came out because Ja Rule got robbed by 50 Cent's friend and he associated him with the act of theft, but would you be mad at people who associate with known thieves? and half the times the jabs at his musical style were so low-- people went on and on about how Ja Rule was weak because he sang, but now rappers like Drake as well as many local rap artists have careers predicated on half-hearted singing along with rapping. Ja Rule was ahead of his time, if you ask me.
Context: I grew up in a family of nerds, and superheroes were always a really big part of my childhood. Captain America was a favorite, and he kind of became my family’s standard for good behavior and just generally being a Nice Person. (If one of the kids started a fight they’d get hit with, “What would Captain America think of how you’re acting?”, stuff like that.)
So when I got to high school and started dating, my mom told me something that sounds funny but in retrospect actually turned out to be really good advice:
“Date someone who treats you the way Captain America would. Never settle for less.”
And this has actually helped me so much in my dating life, through high school and into my adult years, because even if it’s a little silly, it’s been really helpful to have that standard in the back of my mind when I’m first going into a relationship.
Would Captain America ignore my calls? Would Captain America forget my birthday? Would Captain America get mad at me for cancelling a date because a family emergency came up? If the answer is no, then I know that the person I’m currently dating does not meet my standards, and that I need to break things off before they get too serious.
And your standard absolutely does not have to be Captain America, specifically. It can be any person, male or female, real or fictional, who is known for being respectful and considerate. It can even be an imaginary “soulmate” that you make up yourself. The point is to have a specific idea of how you expect to be treated by your romantic partners, and to refuse to compromise or settle for less. (Just make sure you’re holding yourself to the same standards – you can’t expect to date superheroes if you’re going to treat your partners the way a supervillain would.) This is a really good way to keep yourself from falling into bad relationships where you aren’t treated with the respect and care you deserve.
TL;DR: You deserve to date people who are respectful and considerate of you. You deserve a Captain America. Don’t settle for less.
can you believe most of tom’s new co-workers on the flash grew up watching him as draco malfoy and admire him and yet he was anxious to meet them??? i mean have you seen them all around him? they’re all like “look at tom!! it’s tom!! he’s a part of our family now!!!!” honestly this beautiful man is so pure we don’t deserve him
My mum loves Celine Dion! I love Celine Dion! We listen to listen to her together. I was just so psyched to tell her that she had been such a part of my childhood, you know. The movie has been such a big part of my childhood. And to get to meet her and for her to be part of our movie, this new version, she sings a song over the credits at the end. It’s just such a… it doesn’t really get any better than that, does it?
It’s Halloween, there’s supposed to be something uplifting about hiding your true face behind a mask, there’s supposed to be an element of surprise waiting to spook or entertain– I guess I’ve lost that part of my childhood, or maybe I’m not much fun. I drove past my grandmother’s graveyard a few minutes ago and I’m only calling it a graveyard for lack of a better name, how about a yard filled with gravel and dust of things we used to be, flowers that knew death would be just as beautiful as living life would be. I guess writing has been a mask. I wear it everyday. The writer’s heart seems to be the key to every conversation I’ve been making lately. I realized a few things while driving past this field of flowers.
I like when people cry, now let me tell you why because when they cry something real is most definitely happening, you can fake tears, sure, but most of the time this shit just hurts way too much.
Would you like to know what I don’t like?
When people can’t cry, because in some way, it means we’ve lost that primitive and infancy reaction to the realness in our lives–
Our very reality and vibrant colors,
tears help express what sentences
cannot convey and what paintings
I don’t like it when I can’t cry,
but within those few seconds–
I guess things just seem real.
There’s nothing pretty about
crying two years after someone’s death,
crying at the funeral just couldn’t happen.
There’s nothing scary about feelings,
there’s nothing scary except for
not feeling… it took a long time
for that self realization.