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basiadziadosz

1boba

*watches a studio ghibli film* maybe… life is okay

omghotmemes

It all comes full circle

gahdamnpunk

Lmfaaooooo Norway just called the US a dusty ass bitch and they ain’t wrong

tanketaager

“altid smagte han af øl og efterårsregn og noget man let vænner sig til. på en måde var hans værelse altid koldt, uden at vi var det. han var rodede tanker, rodet hår, et rodet forsøg, grønne øjne og frysende fingre. vi var intet, men noget ved ham var nok"

tanketaager

30 gode grunde

solnedgange

at løbe dine venner i møde

varm kaffe

billig god vin

skiftende årstider

korte dage

lange nætter

første kys

reparations øl

venner

musik med tilhørende minder

efteråret

århus

dybe samtaler med fremmede

gamle bands

nye bands

asfalt efter sommer regn

piercinger

brændeovne

hvidt sengetøj

duften af ristet brød

nye bekendtskaber

fredagscaféer

medmenneskelighed

privatfester

duften af lufthavne

tomme busser

julelys

fællessange

den første sommerdag

du er en idiot

sut den og godt nytår

thehmn

This infamous cake has been making rounds, and it’s even funnier to Danes because the animals on top are Bamse and Kylling (Teddy and Chicken), two of the oldest and most beloved character for children in Denmark.

The show might even have been popular with people on here if it had made it outside of Denmark, because it had no fucks to give about gender and sexuality.

Bamse (Teddy) was male, Ælling (Duckling) was female and Kylling (Chicken) was genderless.

Bamse and Kylling had a pink tutu that they were forever fighting over because they both wanted to wear it, as well as pair of shorts with leopard print that was understood to be the “boy’s clothes”. They also pretended to get married several time and could never quite agree on who was the bride.

It was so normalized that most people didn’t even realize what the show was teaching them about gender until it was pointed out to them as adults.

useless-denmarkfacts

Bamse og Kylling said nonbinary rights

ithelpstodream

bringing this one back

feamir

When I went to see Tangled with my family, I was terrified of having to talk about the movie afterwards because I related so much to Rapunzel, and I was sure my mom would hate the movie because it was so obvious that she was exactly like mother gothel. So when mom asked me afterwards if I liked it I gave a tepid non-answer. But then my mom started talking about how she loved the movie! And it slowly dawned on me that she also saw mother gothel as evil and abusive, but somehow didn’t make the connection that she and her were the same. My mom even made a comment to the effect of how, like rapunzel’s real mom, her love for me would always triumph or whatever. And she didn’t get it!

She didn’t see the similarities of how she locked me away in the house, or how she kept me under the tightest supervision under the guise of keeping me safe. I spent the entire mother knows best song stealing glances at her next to me in the theater just waiting for her to drag us out of the movie because she couldn’t stand to have her “love” portrayed as evil. And she didn’t see how the fact that she created her identity completely around being a mother and nothing else was like mother gothel’s dependency on rapunzel’s magic hair.

It was only after seeing her positive reaction to the movie, that I really understood the meaning of the phrase “everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil.

theechrysalisamidst

“everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil.

divided-lovers

tatliruyalar

No one needs to know. Just do your thing and be content.

ordtypen

status er: vil gerne kneppe

80feetdeep

Do you play any sports?

I run away from my feelings

robotlyra

Don’t confuse my hatred of the hyperwealthy for jealousy over what they have. I don’t want a six figure sports car, or a 40 room mansion, or a gold leaf truffle wagyu steak dinner. I want redistribution of wealth that allows for infrastructural support of all citizens’ basic survival needs.