Life, Fandom, and Little Things
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ifyoucarryonthisway:

i feel like mr. brightside is one of those songs you’re gonna hear on the radio in the car 20 years from now after not hearing it in forever and your gonna just start sobbing bUT ITS JUST THE PRICE I PAY DESTINY IS CALLLLINGNG M E and your kids are gonna be like is she okay

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[Alexander the Great’s] emotional commitment to Hephaistion is among the most certain facts of his life. … After his victory at Issus, when the captive women … were [wailing] …, Alexander went to their tent to reassure them, taking Hephaistion along. … they walked in together, dressed much alike; Hephaistion was taller and by Persian standards more impressive; the Queen Mother prostrated herself before him. Warned of her error by the frantic signals of her attendants, she turned in distressed confusion to the real King, who said to her, “But you weren’t wrong, Mother; he too is Alexander.” By Mary Renault, Fire from Heaven; Author’s Note (via thoughtsonbooks)

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mythaelogy:

#i need to know the story here  #because a lifetime of stories tell us the monster was killed to protect her from it  #but what if the ‘monster’ was protecting her from the real monsters chasing her?  #maybe she was their queen  #maybe she was just a girl running coatless in the snow and the ‘monster’ could not help but want to protect her  #or maybe it was just a monster  #just one who didn’t realize that a woman wandering snowing woods wearing nothing more than a dress and sandels might not be easy prey  #or what if her hand is raised from calling the branches through the air and through the monster?  #what if her hand was raised in apology and horror?  #what if there had been men and she did call the branches /and/ she was no mere woman    but in her surprise she impales one of her warriors-one of the protectors of the woods—because she thought they were a man  #and so she kneels in the snow and blood on the forest floor holding the warrior as they die  #what if this was a tragedy and not a heroic tale?  #what if it was both?  (x)
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misterspocksass:

September 15th, 1967 - “Amok Time” first went on the air.

"I definitely designed it as a love relationship… That was the relationship I tried to draw. I think I also tried to draw a feeling of belief that very few of us are complete unto ourselves. It’s quite a lovely thing… where two halves make a whole."

- Gene Roddenberry

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My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.

And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.

By Elizabeth Bear - My Least Favorite Trope (via feministquotes)