He never made a comment about Diana not being able to do anything because “She is a woman.”
When he said “I can’t let you do this,” he wasn’t underestimating her powers nor thinking he could control her. He was just stating that Ares might NOT exist so Diana might be after a human being.
HE WATCHED THE ‘SHIELD’ MOVE AND WITHOUT DIANA EVEN GIVING HIM A HINT, USED IT IN THE BATTLE. SHOUTING, ‘DIANA, SHIELD’
when squad said they weren’t worried about Diana, that she could take care of herself, they were worried about him, he didn’t go like “Oh come on i can protect myself too.”
When Diana became angry at Steve because she thought Ares affected him too, he didn’t say anything hurtful, he just pointed where the guy is and literally said “GO THERE.”
When Diana said men are useful but not necessary for pleasure, he didn’t make any stupid comment nor deny it.
He never judged or made fun of Diana for not knowing ‘normal’ stuff, instead he explained them.
He kept his promises.
During “No Man’s Land” scene, although he said noone was able to cross that place, he didn’t mean it because Diana was a woman. He was just simply stating the facts.
However when Diana said “It’s what i’m going to do” and started fighting, HE WENT AFTER HER TO HELP. He could just sit there until Diana finished taking everyone down, you know.
Whenever Diana went fighting, he was always supportive, never said things like “No, i’ll go,” or “Let me come with you.” First shield, then warehouse. He just stands there and nods.
HE FOUGHT WITH AMAZONS.
When he told Diana to stand back and Diana saved him from the bullets, he didn’t become grumpy. Instead he was like “LEAD THE WAY.”
He tried to convince Diana that even if people aren’t controlled by Ares and even if they are pieces of shits, she still needs to save the world.
He literally told her what is important is what you believe in and that somehow became Diana’s motto. When she remembered his words, although she was still so angry and sad because of his death, she embraced love for humanity once again.
Since the fandom is always saying how Sansa is not a Real Stark
™ I wanted to make a post in which I explain why Sansa,born in the Winter(unlike Arya or Bran or Rickon born in the long Summer), in Winterfell (unlike Jon or Robb born in the south) will always be a Stark ( no Lannister or Baelish or whatever…), no matter who she is forced to marry (to survive I might add..).
In AGOT Sansa (before her father died, and when she was meant to marry joffrey) is already very proud of her Stark origins.
Alyn carried the Stark banner. When she saw him rein in beside Lord Beric to exchange words, it made Sansa feel ever so proud.
While prefering The Seven (like her mother) she does admire the poetry of the old gods.
Besides, even if she could leave the castle, where would she go? It was enough that she could walk in the yard, pick flowers in Myrcella’s garden, and visit the sept to pray for her father. Sometimes she prayed in the godswood as well, since the Starks kept the old gods.
By the time she reached the godswood, the noises had faded to a faint rattle of steel and a distant shouting. Sansa pulled her cloak tighter. The air was rich with the smells of earth and leaf. Lady would have liked this place, she thought. There was something wild about a godswood; even here, in the heart of the castle at the heart of the city, you could feel the old gods watching with a thousand unseen eyes.
While she is called little bird, or little dove (when people want to undermine her), she is called wolf too.
Tyrion found himself thinking of his wife. Not Sansa; his first wife, Tysha. The whore wife, not the wolf wife.
“Your Grace has forgotten the Lady Sansa,” said Pycelle.
The queen bristled. “I most certainly have not forgotten that little she-wolf.” She refused to say the girl’s name.
And Sansa herself when she is in put a hard position takes courage in her Stark origins. Its something that gives her
Do as you’re told, sweetling, it won’t be so bad. Wolves are supposed to be brave, aren’t they?
“Brave. Sansa took a deep breath. I am a Stark, yes, I can be brave.
"Winterfell?” Robert was small for eight, a stick of a boy with splotchy skin and eyes that were always runny. Under one arm he clutched the threadbare cloth doll he carried everywhere.
“Winterfell is the seat of House Stark,” Sansa told her husband-to-be. “The great castle of the north.”
“Do you require guarding?” Marillion said lightly. “I am composing a new song, you should know. A song so sweet and sad it will melt even your frozen heart. ‘The Roadside Rose,’ I mean to call it. About a baseborn girl so beautiful she bewitched every man who laid eyes upon her.
”I am a Stark of Winterfell, she longed to tell him. Instead she nodded, and let him escort her down the tower steps and along a bridge.
Petyr put his arm around her. “What if it is truth he wants, and justice for his murdered lady?” He smiled. “I know Lord Nestor, sweetling. Do you imagine I’d ever let him harm my daughter?
"I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell.
"As was bringing me here, when you swore to take me home.”She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.
I will tell my aunt that I don’t want to marry Robert. Not even the High Septon himself could declare a woman married if she refused to say the vows. She wasn’t a beggar, no matter what her aunt said. She was thirteen, a woman flowered and wed, the heir to Winterfell.
.His seamed and solemn face brought back all of Sansa’s memories of his time at Winterfell. She remembered him at table, speaking quietly with her mother. She heard his voice booming off the walls when he rode back from a hunt with a buck behind his saddle. She could see him in the yard, a practice sword in hand, hammering her father to the ground and turning to defeat Ser Rodrik as well. He will know me. How could he not? She considered throwing herself at his feet to beg for his protection. He never fought for Robb, why should he fight for me?
From the high battlements of the gatehouse, the whole world spread out below them. Sansa could see the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya’s hill, where her father had died. At the other end of the Street of the Sisters stood the fire-blackened ruins of the Dragonpit. To the west, the swollen red sun was half-hidden behind the Gate of the Gods. The salt sea was at her back, and to the south was the fish market and the docks and the swirling torrent of the Blackwater Rush. And to the north …She turned that way, and saw only the city, streets and alleys and hills and bottoms and more streets and more alleys and the stone of distant walls. Yet she knew that beyond them was open country, farms and fields and forests, and beyond that, north and north and north again, stood Winterfell.
but personally my favorite line about Sansa being always a Stark and belonging North in Winterfell (Never a Lannister! , no matter who she marries) is this quote by Ned:
When it was over, he said, “Choose four men and have them take the body north. Bury her at Winterfell.”
“All that way?” Jory said, astonished.
“All that way,” Ned affirmed. “The Lannister woman shall never have this skin."
Sansa whole story (to me) is about her journey retaking her Stark origins which were stolen from her in the worst of way, just like they killed her wolf Lady. But just like Lady remains, Sansa place is and always will be in the north, as a Stark of Winterfell.
“The only thing I knew, is that you, Juliana Crain, are the only hope any of us had. You asked me if you were in the films - you are - you were. Over and over again. Sometimes I see you in the background somewhere, protest, a speech, a war zone, maybe. Someplace that mattered. I started knowing where to look. You could never stay out of it. Some of the people you knew, I started seeing them, too. Revolving around you like an atom. But they would change, different behavior, different relationships, different points of view shaped by their lives. But you were always you, you and your unnatural consistent mind.I got to know a woman who would bet on the best in us, who bet on people, no matter what the world said about who they were, who they should be. That woman would do anything to save a sick boy - a Nazi boy, even, because she would believe he deserved the chance, as slim as it might be, to live a valuable life. And I knew that was the key. The only way to make sure that your sister’s father wouldn’t prevent that boy’s father from stopping a war. Dixon died in an alley so that son-of-a-bitch Smith could live. But - San Francisco is still here! Millions of people will live because of the choice you made. The goodness in you, Juliana. One selfless act of love and hope… That’s what I put my money on.”
what she means:
Lena always asks Kara for advice everytime she has to make certain decisions, she thinks that Kara's opinions about things are so important that she always asks her so she can help her decide, just like when Lena found out that Rhea had been tricking her but Rhea was still hellbent on continuing her proposition with her, Lena called Kara for advice but Kara wasn't available at the moment because of Alex so she couldn't help Lena but Lena understands?!1 She doesn't push Kara into it or guilt trip Kara into not helping her, and because Kara can't help her, she just goes on with her own decision even if she herself isn't comfortable with it. Just like when Lena called Kara so Kara can talk her out of going to Jack's dinner date invite but Kara wasn't home, so she went with Jack anyway even though she doesn't feel like doing it at all. Kara's opinions on things are so important to Lena that she always asks Kara first about it and when Kara isn't available, she just goes on with her own decision even though she knows it'd be better if Kara had her own say about it.
Marinette keeping the pics of Adrien up on her wall becuase she cant bring herself to throw them out, but adding pictures of her other friends as well so it’s less weird. Suddenly it’s Adrien and Alya and Nino and Rose and Kim and everyone at school who’s plastered against her walls. She adds pics of her parents, her neighbors, her Aikido instructor, and all the little kids she babysits. She even asks the regular patrons at the bakery if they’d mind posing for a portrait. (which of course they do because she’d always been so sweet and sunny and who could resist those blue eyes.)
then one day Adrien gets invited back to her house. maybe to study, maybe for video games, the reason isn’t important. what is important is the fact he climbs up into her room and just marvels at all the friends Marinette has. The sheer volume of people she knows is staggering, he thinks, and he spends a good ten minutes looking at every single picture.
Some wonderful things to keep in mind for this scenario:
Adrien spots himself amongst her collection, and while he’s not-so-lowkey ecstatic over the fact someone cares enough about him to hang his picture on their walls, he’s also a bit glum that the only shots she has are from magazines. everyone else gets candid shots or laughing selfies, things that show their personality, but all his photos are fabricated and retouched. Impersonal. He gently brings this to Marinette’s attention, and suggests she take some new pictures of him. Pictures just for her.(cue Marinette dying)
Adrien also happens to spot another familiar feline face on the walls, and just barely swallows down his pleased smirk (’cool it, you’re not in costume’) to find a dozen pics of Chat Noir scattered across Marinette’s room. Most of them he recognizes from the Ladyblog, but there’s one or two that seem to be candid captures of him on patrol. (which yeah, should probably freak him out but damn if Marinette’s photography skills dont make him look heroic as fuck under the moonlight.) He asks- very super casually -if she’s a fan, and is not at all emotionally prepared when Marinette launches into a speech about how Chat Noir is one of the most selfless, kind, and underappreciated people in all of Paris, and how he deserves just as much recognition as Ladybug for keeping the city safe. “Everyone needs to remember, his destruction is what balances Ladybug’s creation. Without each other, they’d be nothing,” Marinette prattles on. (Adrien nods mutely, desperately trying and failing not to fall in love.)
Speaking of Ladybug… she’s noticeably absent from the walls. When asked about it, Marinette grows vague, saying something about how she’s waiting for the right picture or what not. something unique. something that isnt already on the walls of every Ladybug fan in Paris. ‘Something unique…’ Adrien muses, asking Marinette if he might barrow her camera for the night, ‘I might just be able to do that…’
So i think it’s kinda obvious to tell that Star is literally a social butterfly, and that it’s super easy for her to makes friends and participate in social activities….
so how in the world did she and loner,friend-less,isolated, unsocial Tom ever become a couple?
They’re similar, and yet also opposites.
I can make some pretty good assumptions as to why Star might’ve wanted to date Tom due to her rebellious nature.
But what about Star is this important to Tom?
Personally, i think alot of it comes from the fact that Star is such a social and likable person.
Having someone like her in his life was probably a pleasant and refreshing experience for him. He had someone who actually enjoyed his company, and who probably felt like a light compared to the rest of his sad life.
Which only makes it worse for Tom when he feels like he’s the one responsible for losing what was probably the most important and most positive relationship he ever had. And without it, he’s back to being by himself feeling like nobody likes him.
The more i get to know of Star’s past, the more i keep thinking my theory that she and Tom dated in secret might actually be true.
I don’t exactly know when or how long they’ve been dating but-
None of her interdenominational friends have ever mentioned Tom.
Doesn’t look like he ever hung out with her and her friends.
River in “Camping Trip” didn’t know she ever had a boyfriend
The kingdom of Mewni clearly isn’t big on the idea of Monster-Mewman marriage (Tom isn’t a monster, but it doesn’t look like the Butterfly bloodline ever allowed any marriages between Mewmans and any other species )
Honestly i have a hard time believing that if any of star’s friends or family knew about Tom, they would’ve forgot about him.
It’s hard to believe that NOBODY would know about it, since Tom is clearly happy about them being together and you think he would’ve told someone, but then again i don’t know about his relationship with his fellow demons yet…he might not even know Mewni could be against them being together and Star never told him.
And he doesn’t have friends to talk to, and i still think his parents are likely abusive and not the kinda people he can talk to about having a girlfriend….
Until i get some answers here about what their relationship was…their relationship sounds very complicated…
Star was a huge positive joy for Tom, who needed people in his life he could rely on and who cared about him.
Star (and maybe Tom), didn’t tell anyone about their dating life for some reason
Tom was desperate to re-kindle the joy he had from their relationship before, the one he feels responsible for losing.
Star probably only could leave mewni by using either someone else’s scissors, or ponyhead might’ve snuck her out. So Tom probably was at mewni for some reason when they met.
Both were prolly at fault for their breakup.
Star might’ve never been to the Underworld before? Due to her actions in Bmb?
I’m just making head canons based on what i see and what i observe.
It’s nice Marco is currently providing Tom a new positive relationship that can and will definitely help him.
I can only hope it’ll go a lot better then whatever did happen with Star.
Another day, another story about a girl getting dress-coded at school for an outfit that looks, well, not worthy of getting dress-coded for. This time, it’s 17-year-old Sophia Abuabara, who attends Tom C. Clark High School in San Antonio, Texas.
She was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt dress. Abuabara’s mother, Rosey Abuabara, took to Facebook and Instagram to write about the situation, first posting a picture of her daughter’s outfit, a black and white striped T-shirt dress that extends farther than her fingertips, withthe caption: “What is more important here?
My daughter’s skirt length, or her PHYSICS AP TEST SCORE? She also had an [Advanced Placement U.S. history] test, and a LATIN 3 test, back to back. Don’t understand how this is a dress code violation. She’s 5'9”. It’s hard to find anything that fits longer.“ Read more.(4/11/2017 11:01 AM)
(This is likely to get me into even more trouble, but whatever - the new Buckleming episode airs this week, so I’m guessing we’ll have worse problems by Friday.)
So, my dash seems to be split between pro-Mary and anti-Mary people, and the debate is getting pretty intense and occasionally awful. And I just wanted to say that yes, it’s probably true we hold women (and especially mothers) to different standards of behaviour, and I’m sure there are some overt or subconscious sexist components in our dislike, or even outrage, in some cases, of her actions this past week, but also - to me, the problem is that Mary started out in a good place and is now going downwards, if that makes sense. Like, Crowley - Crowley is fascinating in and of himself, but one big reason I feel so sympathetic towards him right now is because he started out as a selfish, even cruel villain and he’s experiencing an upward arc towards understanding and helping other people. And this is a popular trope and all, but it’s popular for a reason: because it gives us a sense of satisfaction to see someone become a better person.
(Also because two thirds of Western culture are basically Christianity, which is the poster boy of the Redemption Arc, so we’re probably pre-programmed to like this from birth, but whatever. It still makes for a good story)
Now, Mary - Mary started in the best possible place, that of the Innocent Murder Victim who, on top of everything else, was a Mother and Beautiful and Trying to Save Her Baby Boy - Jesus, there’s not much that will give you more points than all that. So it’s not surprising, really, that her arc must be downward, because how the hell would have she been able to go higher that actual martyrdom? So her having trouble connecting with her kids, her being secretive and skulking about and making deals with unsavoury characters - of course it’s nothing different or worse from what every single person on Supernatural has done for the past twelve seasons - the problem is not in the actions themselves, but in where they are in her character’s arc. That’s why, I think, we perceive her behaviour as less forgivable - not (only) sexism.
A woman must continually watch herself. She is almost continually accompanied by her own image of herself. Whilst she is walking across a room or whilst she is weeping at the death of her father, she can scarcely avoid envisaging herself walking or weeping. From earliest childhood she has been taught and persuaded to survey herself continually. And so she comes to consider the surveyor and the surveyed within her as the two constituent yet always distinct elements of her identity as a woman. She has to survey everything she is and everything she does because how she appears to men, is of crucial importance for what is normally thought of as the success of her life. Her own sense of being in herself is supplanted by a sense of being appreciated as herself by another….
One might simplify this by saying: men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves. The surveyor of woman in herself is male: the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object – and most particularly an object of vision: a sight.
It must be said: Many of Clinton’s strengths were hidden by our gendered expectations of leaders — what she was good at would have been important for her presidency, but it is not what 44 male presidents in a row have taught us to expect, or even to see. Anyone who thinks sexism isn’t a force in American politics should have a good answer to the question of why, in a country that’s more than half women, there has never been a female president and, aside from Clinton, no woman has ever come close to winning a major party’s nomination.