elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:
Simple people.your expectations for female characters become so fucking high after reading/watching fullmetal alchemist because of shit like this. Arakawa spoiled us. Opened our EYES. The sheer wasted potential of every female character in every other piece of media…your fave could never
bar is high, LETS KEEP IT UP THERE
Edna, you’re the best. Yes, I know, darling. I know.
The Incredibles (2004) dir. Brad Bird
Cinema without people: Beetlejuice (1988, Tim Burton, dir.)
*spoilers abound!*
Okay, so consider this.
In Nadia’s route MC meets with Nadia in the Tower in kind of an alternate timeline situation ending with MC telling Nadia to look for their shop as the Tower crashes. And we all know how that turns out, Nadia finds the shop, blah things stuff etc.
So in Julian’s route MC teaches Julian a little magic trick. But not just any magic thing, oh hell no, it’s a fucking fire starting spell. And Julian says, “I would totes kill Lucio for hurting you.” Hot, but what a sec…
Is it a possibility that in some freaky time loop situation, Julian burns Lucio with the fire spell to save/protect MC? Because we for sure know that the fire in Lucio’s room was magic related.
Idk, I’m just really concerned for my sweet angelbaby bondage raven.
Listen. Cut your own hair. Dye it blue, then shave it off when you’re bored of it. Wear that outfit with those shoes. Paint your nails with all the colors of the rainbow. Get that tattoo. Go to the movies alone. Get coffee, then drink it at that special place you like. Mouth the words of the song you’re listening to on public transport. Put that thing on your wall. Bake. Draw. Dance in your underwear. Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck
this isn’t 100% punk but dude down to it this is the essence of punk
late night cashiers at 24-hour convenience stores are the holders of our greatest secrets and most intimate selves
not my mom, not my partner, not God himself has seen me no-make up in line to buy a choco-pop and panty liners while on the brink of a heart felt meltdown
no one has given me the empty stare of complete indifference that fills my anxious nerves with relief
there is nothing like the sweet freedom of complete nihilism experienced at a 7/11 at 2am, God lives in church, the randomness of the unfeeling universe lives at aisle 9 of CVS
what a fabulous and also philosophically horrifying tumblr post, thank you so much
