Ashe. 21. Pansexual. Theatre major, gender studies minor.
|teacher:||you can't bullshit this essay|
|me (under my breath):||if you're an amateur|
|partner:||you be the teacher ill be the student ;)|
|me:||write an essay on whether theatre architecture of a particular period always reflects that period's culture. i want it on my desk by monday|
|partner:||oh no but... thats such a hard essay... is there anything i can do for extra credit? ;)|
|partner:||but professor.... surely then i could... persuade you to extend the deadline...? ;)|
|partner:||so... what do you want, professor?? ;)))|
|me:||an essay on whether theatre architecture of a particular period always reflects that period's culture. on my desk. by monday|
Bucky manages to avoid being found until one night, with no warning, he shows up in Tony’s kitchen. Tony is understandably kind of alarmed when he finds an assassin sitting at his table, but Bucky just kind of holds his arm out toward Tony and very quietly tells him, “I don’t know how to fix it myself.”
When a human dies the Soul moves through the galaxy
trying to describe how the Body breathed, how it cried for its mother,
how a wound would heal given nothing but time.
Do you understand? Nothing in space ever believes.
No ray of light can fathom the speed of terror, the heat of shame,
a belly full of butterflies, the fingertips pulling that first gray hair
and throwing it away.
‘How could we possibly believe in goose bumps,’ the stars say.
‘How could we possibly believe?’
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.