It astounds me how often we fail at being able to comprehend two complex concepts at the same time.
I’ve been seeing this post going around in two forms, about how Rogue One (which I have yet to see, so please NO SPOILERS) has an extreme lack of women (including background characters). That’s a really good, important point to discuss. And then there’s a post bashing that same article, pointing to the fact that the film highlights many non-white men and dismissing the article as white feminism.
Both of these may be correct.
The ability of a film to have great representation for men of different races, creeds, abilities and backgrounds does not for a moment contradict the inability of the film to have adequate representation for women of any race, creed, ability or background.
This is why I hate the “trash fire” all-or-nothing mentality. It cannot cope with the notion that something can be good and bad at the same time, in different corners and contexts. For example: something can be great for racial representation and terrible for LGBTQ+ representation. The former does not automatically make the thing great; the latter does not automatically make the thing terrible. (Key word: automatically.)
Not only that, things can have different meanings to different people based on their different experiences. For someone mixed race Asian-white, a main character like Chloe Bennet’s on Agents of SHIELD may be hugely important. For someone black, the show’s troubling history of killing off most of its black characters may be deeply problematic. Neither is wrong.
Personal experiences shape our interpretations of things. Experiences are not universal. The world is not comprised of absolutes. The stunning lack of women in film (at every layer) intersects, of course, with the stunning lack of non-white people in film (at every layer), but neither is more or less important than the other. (Especially since the doubly stunning lack of non-white women in film is something we should talk about more.) It is not “white feminism” to point out that a film with ten character posters had only one devoted to a (white) woman (even if she is the lead), just because the remaining men are non-white. Nor is it misogynistic to appreciate the film’s focus on (male) non-white heroes.
i just love how there was such a stark contrast between jake telling amy he still has feelings for her (”i know you’re with teddy and nothing is going to happen, i just wanted you to know”) vs teddy telling amy he still has feelings for her (”why are you with him” “will you marry me”)
This whole storyline that started this season about Cam and Arastoo adopting has seriously warmed my heart, but in all honesty, the one thing that gets me about the whole thing is that at the end of the day, Cam went to Brennan of all people to discuss about their adoption plans (you can tell from her ‘you ready to tell them?’ remark earlier that Brennan knew about Cam and Arastoo’s plans all along - and it brings back memories of all those years ago, when Cam first started working at the Jeffersonian and both Brennan and Cam clashed so much, and it was that one conversation in the diner about Brennan being a foster child which led them to working out a plan to function better as a team and colleagues, and all that has led up to this moment now. That she can now confide in Brennan, and Brennan in turn, was there to offer her the advice and support required, is what makes this entire scene even better for me. Because it shows just how far these two have come after all these years, from colleagues who couldn’t get along, to becoming dear friends. And in all honesty, that is all I could have ever asked for with these two. ❤️
♡Don’t imagine Keith or Lance accidentally drinking a love portion
♡They don’t know it’s a love potion just a tasty drink
♡Shiro rushes over to tell them but is stopped by the fact that neither of them are really reacting? ??
♡they look to be fine? Pidge what the heck u said they both just took a super strong love potion that would have them heads-over-heals for each other????
♡they. .. did ??? They should be smitten as kittens right now? ??
♡they decide to step back and just watch the two for side effect
♡they wouldn’t let their teammates suffer under the lack of control of a love potion but… if it was a dud or something???
♡then no need to worry them right?
♡so the days go on and. ..
♡the Red and Blue paladins argue, bicker, make fun, and spar with eachother as they do everyday
♡pidge and Hunk keep a close eye on them tho
♡"so like??? Did the potion not work???“
♡"or maybe they already???”
♡"they already like eachoth–!“ Pidge has to practically climb Hunk to throw a hand over his mouth so Lance and Keith don’t hear him
♡this was in fact not needed as it seemed the Red and Blue paladins where completely 100% focused
♡the day comes to an end along with the timer pidge set for how long the potion would last and…
♡and nothing happened
Was sent home today because of the
flu (it came in like a wrecking ball, I tell you) and when my teacher led me to
the door – telling me “If I take my eyes of you, you would probably try to
sneak back in” – one of my classmates said behind my back “Sick again? Geez, she’s so weak!”.
It’s not like she was very quiet,
and a few others started laughing, so both my teacher and I heard her. I felt
ready to keel over, but I still said, “No, it’s okay” when my teacher wanted to
turn around and call her out on it.
It’s not like I don’t appreciate the
fact that my teacher would stand up for me. It’s just that I literally don’t care if they say stuff like that.
That’s because of something my brother told me long ago.
I’ve always been a bit sickly.
Probably because of my premature birth – being born three months too early
means that lots of things didn’t have a chance to fully grow. Apart from some
other little things, my immune system is much weaker than average, Thus, when I
was little, I literally spent half of my time in different therapies or with
trips to the doctor.
Now, it’s not easy to explain to
little children why their classmate has to go see the doctor so often. So when
I was in kindergarten, my peers often laughed at me or asked question that I
“Why are you always sick? Why do you
limp? Why does the teacher have to help you walk up stairs?”
And then, finally, when I was five
or six and sent home again because of having a fever, one of the children
concluded loudly, “Is she more often sick than us because she’s weaker than
Somehow, that scared me. I was too
young to understand why I was so
different than other children, but I understood that I was. And the thought of being weak, being a burden to others
because of that, really scared the hell out of me.
It’s no wonder I was crying when I
arrived home – my parents were still at work, and I would have to ask my big
brother to tell them I was sick yet again.
And still I was so, so scared that I’m weak and a burden.
My brother almost dropped his plate
of food when he saw me limping into the room, crying loudly and with cheeks red
of fever. “Little sis! What happened?!”
“I’m sick again!” I managed somehow,
hiccupping like crazy. Everything hurt, which made me cry even harder.
“Hey, hey, shhhh, it’s okay,
everything is okay,” lifting me up, my brother placed me on the couch, tucked
me in and went to get everything. By now, it was almost routine between us –
lots of water to drink, a cold wet cloth against my fevered skin, and some
movies to watch so I wouldn’t get bored.
But even then, I couldn’t stop
“Does it hurt so much?” My brother
was at a complete loss, dabbing my face with the wet cloth. “Should we go see
“N-No!” I cried even harder – now I
had to go see the doctor again? That made me even weaker, right? “I d-don’t wanna
The dabbing stopped, and my brother
lifted me up gently, tugging me into his lap. He was frowning as he cradled my
face in both hands and asked softly, “Baby girl, who said you’re weak?”
“I’m s-sick so often because I’m too
weak, right? The others said so…”
“Well, the others are fucking
That shut me up pretty quickly and I
sniffled with wide eyes. We had been taught not to swear, and that was the
first time my brother had ever looked angry.
“Now listen here,” my brother adjusted
me so that he could hold me with one arm, the other hand taking up the cloth
again to press it against my heated forehead. “You’re the opposite of weak, okay? You’re a fighter. In fact, baby girl –
you’re fighting right now.”
“I… I am?”
“Sure you are! Did nobody ever tell
you?” Looking around, my brother waved me closer, whispering quietly as if it
was a secret “Being sick is actually being in a fight, you know?”
I was transfixed by that, but I would never have doubted my big brother. I
had spent a long, long time believing that everything he said was true.
“It is! You know, the illness?
That’s actually a tiny, tiny little army of viruses that’s attacking you.
They’re so tiny, you can’t even see them!” He showed me how tiny by pressing
forefinger and thump together, nodding all the while. “And you and your body,
you have to fight this tiny army. And that’s why everything hurts so much –
because you’re taking hits while fighting. But you fight back, and you win, and
then you get better. Every time. You see, little sis, you’re like, a knight! A
brave knight fighting many armies. The others? They’re not that strong. They
couldn’t fight so many armies and still win. So don’t listen to them, alright?”
“Alright,” I agreed solemnly, eyes
falling closed as sleep creeped up on me.
“That’s my brave girl. And now, the
little knight goes to sleep, so that she can fight with new strength later.”
It was the last time that I thought
of myself as weak for being sick so often. From then on, every time I felt bad
– be it because of an average illness or depression – I thought of the whole
thing as a battlethat I have to
fight and win.
The whole thing is not even that
silly. Think about it – especially those who are somehow fighting their own
battles right now. You’re fighting, now or then or in the future. Even though
you’re probably feeling terrible, you don’t give up, but keep on going, keep on
fighting back whatever makes you feel horrible. How is that supposed to be weak? That’s the opposite of weak! It
takes strength and courage to fight. You’re not weak, everyone – you’re super
strong and brave, and amazing in general.
Don’t let anybody tell you you’re
weak when in reality, you’re a fighter.
I have another au idea but I’m just too lazy to write it right now. But anyway. I wan an au where Calamity Ganon didn’t attack, but Hylians are still very low in numbers. [[Maybe there was a plague that wiped most of them out or maybe the environment is getting harder for them to survive, either way.]] They live in a secluded village, so other races in Hyrule doubt their existence. But one day, Sidon catches a glimpse of Link while he is swimming, so he spends days trying to track down a fabled Hylian.
He spots Link again a few days later, gathering some water and checking on a fish trap set up in the river. Sidon just observes because he isn’t sure how to proceed. Does he risk trying to greet the Hylian and scaring him off, or does he wait for now??? So Sidon decides to wait and after Link leaves, he examines the fish trap out of curiosity. But right away, Sidon decided to help make it more efficient. The branches are just too far spaced and the fish easily slip through, so Sidon alters the trap just a bit. And then he goes and catches some fish and leaves them in there.
So he waits some more and when Link comes back the next day, it’s so nice to see how amazed Link looks when he discovers several large fish in his traps. Then Sidon decides to start leaving more and more things near the trap on the riverbank. First some flowers and special herbs, then some potions and some fabrics and cloth and layered clothes–honestly what Link is wearing at that point is just thin and very short…
Eventually, as Sidon returns again late one night to drop off a bundle of more gifts, he hears a whistle from the tree tops and Link just LEAPS down and waves at Sidon. Sidon’s a bit sheepish at being caught redhanded but still thrusts the gifts at Link and blurts out: “HI I’M SIDON. I’ve never seen a Hylian before.” and then I imagine Sidon jumps in the river and swims away. When he is collected enough to return, he spots Link sitting on the edge of the river and he waves for Sidon to come join him.
So then Link and Sidon start bonding and meet daily. Sidon asks Link all sorts of questions about Hylians and offers help in anyway he can: i.e. food, weapons to defend themselves, medicine, etc etc. When he returns back to the Domain, he just rambles on and on to Dorephan. “Father I met a real live Hylian and I love him!!!! 😍😍😍”
I always thought that you would chase me if I ever left. I thought that you’d care too much to let me go so easily. Your pride just happened to be greater than your love for me, I guess. But love shouldn’t be prideful. As a matter of fact, I long to be the victim of a love that doesn’t know those sorts of petty limits. I wait to crest the tops of an affection so sweet, that distance isn’t an issue but too far is still too much. I want the love I share with someone else to be strong enough to support the weight of tears that were never supposed to be shed. I want the love I receive from someone to be what makes it impossible to feel so lonely, so desperate, anymore, to be what makes this bitter world warm.