All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, a fresh water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?
Take that, Bembridge Scholars!
The Mummy is a film about a woman having a marvellous time, and I think that’s so beautiful.
Yes, let’s just ignore that whole part in the middle where she was being hunted by a mummy who tried to use her body as a vessel for his dead lover.
I’ve seen a handful of comments like this and I just wanted to address it because I think it’s worth talking about. I realise my summation of the film is flippant; it was an attempt at irony because obviously the movie is full of gruesome death and dismemberment, and I fully agree that Evie is terrorized. But that’s not what the film is about. It’s not about Evie the human sacrifice - that’s something that happens to her but it isn’t who she is.
The point is, the whole plot of The Mummy literally could not happen without Evie pursuing the thing that she loves.
They go out to Hamunaptra because Evie is passionate about knowledge and discovery, and when they get there she is in her element - she is loving every minute of it and she is proud of herself and she is absolutely going to kiss Mr O’Connell. But once that thirst for knowledge and discovery inadvertantly raises Imhotep, and there is literally fire and brimstone raining from the sky, and everyone else is running and hiding, she never ever once despairs. She accepts responsibility, she owns her mistake and she refuses to believe there is nothing to be done. She follows her passions again and decides that more knowledge and more discovery is what’s required. And she’s right. She finds the answer and she takes triumphant pleasure in proving to herself that she is a greater scholar than the ones at Bembridge, the ones who have repeatedly found her lacking.
Do you realise how rare it is for a female character’s intellectual pursuit to be the thing that kicks off the action and the thing that saves the day, AND a source of ultimate joy in her life?
When Imhotep comes for her she goes without a fight, to save her companions’ lives, because she knows that’s the best chance they have. When Rick and Jonathan and Ardeth come to save her she is pivotal in her own rescue. She is never a Damsel, she is always part of the team.
And then Evie SAVES THE WORLD. She saves the world by doing the thing that she loves and is good at. She saves the world, she gets the guy, and they ride off into the sunset with some treasure. And really, that’s a pretty good end to a day.
fics that choose to make Scott McCall the villain
Nothing makes me close a fic faster.
I know is Holy Week and all tv channels must air Christian relate (or far relate) programs, but
THE HOLY FORESKIN?
That’s going too far National Geographic, too far.
there have been a frankly ridiculous amount of posts on my dashboard lately insisting to point blank that certain fictional characters in non-canon relationships are “bottoms” or “tops”
there are a few problems with this that I’d like to address:
- it’s perfectly fine to have a preference. it’s pornography, really, so read what you like. who cares. This isn’t the actual problem.
- the problem is the insistence that someone is “sexually dominant” because of their personality, and thus would never, ever, take a dick up their ass
- intentionally or not, by doing this, you are perpetuating the idea that penetration is inherently powerful, and to be penetrated is inherently weak
- I mean, if you start applying this sexual framing to heterosexual couples, you can already see where the waters get murky and that by assigning a “bottom” and “top” to a male homosexual relationship, you’re kind of asking “who’s the woman”
- I mean this in the worst way possible; it’s fucking pissing me off
- the whole concept of bottoming and topping is extremely bizarre; it’s not something that’s hard-wired into anybody; I have a friend that almost considered dumping a guy because he was afraid that “we might both be bottoms” and I just
- pLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST
- the idea that a “tough guy” can’t enjoy being penetrated is entirely part of an ongoing gay panic in our culture that very much boils down to “I was the one doing the penetrating so no homo, I’m still a man”
- because it is insulting to be penetrated, it is insulting to be subordinate to a man by being fucked, and it is insulting to be a woman
- i’ve also seen talk of people saying, “well, if he bottomed, he’d ‘bottom from the top’ and be really in charge about it” etc etc
- this??? isn’t better??? anybody can enjoy being penetrated and enjoy being sexually “submissive” without it having anything to do with their personality or authority as a human being
- please stop
I leave you with this quote from Julia Serano in Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity (“Putting the Feminine Back into Feminism,” pg 329):
[…] imagine what would happen if, instead of centering our beliefs about heterosexual sex around the idea that the man “penetrates” the woman, we were to say that the woman’s vagina “consumes” the man’s penis. This would create a very different set of connotations, as the woman would become the active initiator and the man would be the passive and receptive party.
I don’t blame anybody for saying the things that have bothered me. I resist the word “internalize” because it’s more than that - it’s something that’s been pushed into your subconscious since before you can remember. but now, hopefully, you know, and all I ask is that you think about the implications of what you’re saying before you say it
Gabriel García Márquez (1927 -2014)
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, a Nobel Prize-winning author, journalist, and screenwriter, died Thursday at age 87, according to a report citing a source close to Marquez’s family.
An Associated Press report did not include the cause of death, although Marquez’s family has said in recent days that the author’s health has been “very fragile.” Born in Colombia, Marquez had been recuperating at his Mexico City home after he was hospitalized for nine days due to infections in his lungs and urinary tract. (X)
Muchos años después, frente al pelotón de fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buendía había de recordar aquella tarde remota en que su padre lo llevó a conocer el hielo.”
"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.❞
Gabriel García Márquez, (1927-2014)
Cien años de Soledad/One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967)
Traditional sugar & cinnamon Torrijas. Classic during Easter time in Spain!
Nikolaj Coster-Waldau by Mark Seliger for Details April 2014
you’ll never tell me cause that’s not our dealteen wolf actors in music videos cause i can
Sí que eliminaba la tinta… Junto con el papel en el que estaba escrita