Darcy: *confesses his love to Elizabeth*
Elizabeth:
…later when he proposes again…
even later…
later later when she introduces him…

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Darcy: *confesses his love to Elizabeth*
Elizabeth:
…later when he proposes again…
even later…
later later when she introduces him…
I was gonna make a “remember when captain america punched harley quinn in the face” post before realising that margot robbie and jaime pressly are not actually the same person despite the evidence that they most definitely are
I mean???
they are literally the same person???
for years I’ve believed there was only one of them????
but??? there’s two?¿?¿?¿
And they’re not related?
😦😦😦😦🤭🤭🤭🤭
Their mamas have some explaining to do
that’s one person and you can’t fool me
The plot thickens!
What’s happening
vague post
eh y’know just kinda
y’know
yoongi’s birthday countdown d-1 → relatable moments
Alright ladies we need another lesbian icon aside Thor so i present:
T'challa, king of the lesbians
Alright when thors called a lesbo icon its okay but when its tchalla, the second man we are claiming its suddenly “enough” what?? Hmm i smell racism
Yall white lesbians are mad about this post please spread this around more
Aneka and Ayo are former Dora Milaje that are a couple in the comics. So this is basically canon.
Thor: dumb sports lesbians who love beer and brawling. Bad at fashion and talking to girls
T'challa: refined combat lesbians who love trees and dancing under the moonlight. Excellent at talking to girls and being fashionable without trying.
The dichotomy we need
#excuse u thor is great at talking to girls and t'challa literally can’t talk to his crush
exactly, thor attracts hopeless lesbians who desperately want advice from this Smooth Motherfucker and t’challa attracts smooth lesbians who like, see this trash pile and are like “he’s the worst we need to help him”
hobi: u can see the passion in our eyes
tae: that’s eyeliner
million dollar idea: instead of spending thousands of dollars on steady-cam equipment, filmmakers should just attach a camera to the head of a chicken and carry the chicken around as you film.
Fact:
They actually did that.
cannot. stop. laughing.
Lizzy.
If my future s/o doesn’t stare at me like I’m their whole world while I stand like a crackhead in the candle section of target smelling every single candle before buying one then whats the point
know what’s wild? that the trope of like “my father always wanted a son so he treated me, his daughter, like a boy” is so popular and like lowkey loved, but if you ever saw a mother who talked about how much she wanted a daughter instead of a son, or if she treated her son like a girl, like??? people would think she’s awful and that poor boy??
damn wonder why that is 😒
i was high af when i wrote this but it’s still true
The latter is literally the plot of some horror movies.
being socialized female is easily recognized as abuse the moment it’s done to a male child
i want to protect every young girl in the world being wrongly sexualized and forced to grow up way too fast
The 13-year-old girl from Stranger Things:
Her 15-year-old male costar:
JFC why can’t they leave that poor girl alone???
What’s sexual about this? @sespursongles
Gee i dunno, maybe the way they had her spread her legs and make an o-face???
She has to pose, he gets to play
Asking “what’s sexual about this” is almost insidous. Sure, she’s not naked and she’s not performing any sexual acts, but that’s not what sexualization necessarily means. The girl-child is looking longinly, languishingly into the camera. She has her legs in a short dress spread, her lips separated, and very much make-up making her look older. She is passive, for the camera/viewer, while the boy is active, joking, playing, relaxed and as a child, respected as a child. I’m sure someone might say, “but that’s you sexualizing her, with your gaze” but come on, who are we kidding here? We know the industry sexualizes young girls, we know this isn’t a coinscidence. We know this is the pattern, the model for woman according to the male gaze or woman performing for the male gaze, and we know she is 13 and that everyone knows she is. And we know this destroys girls.
THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS
Protect Millie Bobby Brown.
(Also, as the grown-ups, that’s our job - not hers).
Can we talk about how on point this tweet is
today i had a man tell me, in all earnest, that i obviously wasn’t very good at my classical studies degree because zeus only had one son, hercules - his source was the disney movie hercules
#it would be easier to list the sons zeus does not have
many follow, few lead. but the wisest of us stay the fuck in bed
I’m watching Hunger Games atm and I wanna talk about a Gen Z Hunger Games. Like if the games had been going on for 73 years prior to now. This year was the 74th where the story starts.
*watches someone get shot in the neck*
*shrugs* *looks into camera* It be like that sometimes Carl.
“Who’s Carl?”
“The camera. I named that camera Carl.”
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*during the bloodbath* *bell rings* *we continue to stand unmoving*
Tribute: “Alright fuckers, which of you Slytherins is gonna move first?”
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More suicides than other games. But we get creative.
*makes bowls from rocks or whatever* *mixes poisonous berries with bad water* *toasts with friend* Cheers!
*drinks* mmmm bleach *dies*
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Some theatre geeks: *cannon sounds* Boom! Goes the cannon! Watch the blood and the shit spray! Boom! Goes the cannon! We’re abandoning this bay!
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Tribute: We should team up… Follow me:
Tribute @ ↑: Nah nah nah sister! You ain’t getting me to no secondary location! Street Smarts!
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Tribute: *realizes they’re dying* Mr. Stark… I don’t feel so good.
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Tribute: *about to fight so people* Maximum Effort.
Same tribute↑: *searching for someone for revenge* Where’s Francis!?
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There’s some are millennials in there with us. Maybe a Gen X. And there’s one or two baby boomers.
Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?
It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.
a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic
Looking out the window at the rain and you’re a love-stricken newlywed wondering when your husband will return from the war.
Long skirt billowing behind you while to go down the stairs, you’re a proper Lady in a flowing ball gown being introduced at a fancy social function.
Hair blowing in the wind and suddenly you’re hovering on a cliff by the sea, staring out into the waves and praying your merchant husband will return from his voyage across the ocean
Hood up against the rain and wind and you’re a medieval abbess defying the weather and travelling on foot with your people to find a place to establish a new community.
Wiping your hands on your apron and you’re an 18th century kitchen girl rushing to let in the delivery boy you secretly love.
The cool fall wind catches your skirt, sends leaves swirling around your feet, and catches your hair and sends it flying behind you, and suddenly you’re a enchantress roaming the woods, daring any man to challenge your power.
Driving alone in an unfamiliar place just after sunset, and you’re the protagonist of a mystery novel about to pick a nice quiet town to settle where you can hide from your dangerous past.
Light a candle and protect it with your hand as you walk, and suddenly you’re a French duchess venturing into your husband’s darkened study to search for the sealed letters he locked away in his desk.