You know what really hit me hard in the Barbie movie?
That scene at the beginning where Barbie goes around her normal day, at the president's office, at the court, at the nobel prize ceremony...
All the Barbies, when being complimented on their achievements, being told they're doing an awesome job, when they, themselves, talk about their work and what they've achieved...
None of them doubt it. None of them are awkwardly trying to go 'oh it was very hard, I had help, it wasn't that important..."
No. Instead, they own it. They are confident. They know their value, they are not afraid to say 'I am good at what I do. I wrote an excellent book. I am great at being President of Barbieland. I am strong. I am a doctor and very good at my job. I am a lawyer and me showing feelings and empathy does not diminish my work in any way."
That scene actually hit me even harder than Gloria's speech. Because how often have I been hesitant to say I have done a good job, how often have I done my best to tone down my achievements because I didn't want to be seen as bragging, because I myself wasn't even sure it was that good, because I never think it's good enough?
Too often.
I'm going to try and work on that. Because I am badass, and I write good stories, and I deserve to be proud of them.
Because I AM good enough.
when gerard way sings "the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and when kermit the frog sings "the lovers, the dreamers, and me" they're talking about the same people btw
So remember that one scene in the first episode of BBC Merlin where Arthur warned Merlin: "I've been trained to kill since birth." Soon after we learn that Arthur's mother (Igraine/Ygraine) died in childbirth...
Imagine Merlin reading all the Arthurian books, watching every movie, TV show, animated series etc about Arthurian mythology, because he wants to feel at least something that reminds him home
One day he'll stop doing it alone. And for the first time he will laugh about how goofy some of those movies are. There will be a person who will laugh with him.
Because the world will never know their little truth.
A Merthur fic with Arthur coming out of that Lake in Modern times.
They find each other and are happy and Merlin shows Arthur everything of this strange new world. Everything is exciting but eventually they need to go to sleep.
But Arthur can’t sleep on Merlin’s very normal but adequate bed.
So Merlin gets him the nicest softest Mattress of all worthy for a King.
Arthur still can’t find sleep.
Then Merlin resorts to a replica of beds of medieval ages.
Arthur confirms that it’s just like his old bed but he still can’t find sleep.
Merlin brings him to one mattress shop after another to find the right thing.
At last Arthur find the right bed and immediately falls asleep.
It’s a waterbed.
And then it’s Merlin who can’t sleep in it.
my bed is so big and comfy if you even care
No because like genuinely
WHAT WAS THAT STORY LINE?!?!?
Let us have the cute lesbian couple plsssss
Watching Dead Boy Detectives like:
Man, I love the Butcher Lesbian with the Librarian Lesbian 🥰
Me, 20 min later: 😳😳😳
As punishment for your crimes you are thrown into the Labyrinth to be a living sacrifice to the Minotaur that lives inside. However nobody seemed to put together that since he is half bull; the Minotaur is actually a vegetarian.
Love is like pottery yk.
It’s something you mold together from the basic building block. And if you want to add another piece( the person you love) sometimes you have to score (adding little indents or scars into the clay) for other pieces to finally connect together.
I love Lancelot. That’s all that’s the post.
I finally convinced my friend to start dbd!!!!
(I sent them a million edits of all the characters and they finally broke because all the women are absolutely gorgeous)