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#joffrey being a seemingly good guy out of context

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"It’s just another day”

mcrenttogether:

mcrenttogether:

mcrenttogether:

what did baby corn say to mummy corn???

where’s popcorn

someone unfollowed me because of this joke i guess they found it too corny

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c-is-for-circinate:

I think I finally put my finger on what bothers me about all the tons of meta discussing how Mako Mori is really the main character of Pacific Rim.

It’s the same reason I like but am sort of uncomfortable at the idea that Pepper is the hero in IM3, and Natasha in Cap2.  And I do like it, don’t get me wrong—or at least, I sort of like it.  And I’m sort of made really sad.

I am sick of stealth heroines.  I’m sick of the idea that yes, this girl is the center of this movie, but you need an essay to figure that out.  And I’m kind of sick of pretending like we’ve discovered some secret feminist truth in these movies, that of course the main arcs belong to Mako, and Pepper, and Natasha, that this is the way the movie is framed and that’s all there is to it.  Because it’s not.  That’s not all there is to it at all.

Here’s the thing: there are many ways to make a character the hero of the story.  One of these ways is via plot arc.  These ladies get heroic plot arcs, yes, but if you ask the average moviegoing audience member who the main character, the hero of any of those movies is, that’s not what they’re going to say.  And no, we can’t just wave off the average moviegoing audience because they’re blinded by what they expect to see, because they’re not aware enough to have read the same meta essays as us.  There are reasons.

There are reasons it reads like Raleigh is the main character of Pacific Rim, and it’s because that’s how the movie is presented to us.  We get huge swathes of the movie from his POV.  We get the beginning of the movie from his POV.

We get Raleigh’s tragic backstory right there with him, as it happens, we’re with him in that.  We get Mako’s in flashback.  We find it out, we discover it, as Raleigh does.  We come to her from the outside and learn our way in, whereas we start on the inside with Raleigh and stay there the whole time.  That’s the difference between the framing of a main character and a second lead.

I think I’m just tired, you know?  Of seeing analyses that put female characters’ arcs front and center that ignore the fact that the movie itself didn’t.  Did Natasha make the big heroic sacrifice here, did she change the most, did she have the really important arc in this movie?  Yeah, she did.  But she had it all in the background, in passing dialogue and in action scenes, with none of the quiet moments that Steve got to help build his story along.

It’s continually fascinating to me how stories show focus, what they do, how they center one character and not another.  I don’t think we meta about it enough.  I don’t think we talk enough about how shows and movies distinguish which characters we’re with, on the inside, and which we’re watching from across the room.  What are the subtle hints used to say ‘this character is a factor in how events progress’ vs ‘this character is a person’?  And these hints are every bit as important as isolating plot arcs, in determining who’s central to a story and who’s not.

Mako’s a person, but one we’re trying to figure out, not one we start with, not one we’re inside of.  Pepper’s a person, but we get her victory through Tony’s eyes, not her own.  Natasha’s a person, but we only get hints and the brief moment of fingers stilling on a keyboard to tell us how much this means to her.

And I want to talk about what that means more.

donewithwoodenteeth:

AGoT:

“Stop it!” Arya screamed. She grabbed up her fallen stick. Sansa was afraid. “Arya, you stay out of this.”

“I won’t hurt him… much,” Prince Joffrey told Arya, never taking his eyes off the butcher’s boy.

Arya went for him. 

They rolled in the grass, the wolf snarling and ripping at him, the prince shrieking in pain. “Get it off,” he screamed. “Get it off!”

Arya’s voice cracked like a whip. “Nymeria!”

The direwolf let go of Joffrey and moved to Arya’s side. The prince lay in the grass, whimpering, cradling his mangled arm. His shirt was soaked in blood. Arya said, “She didn’t hurt you… much.” She picked up Lion’s Tooth where it had fallen, and stood over him, holding the sword with both hands. 

ACoK/ASoS:

She had thought she had known what it meant to be afraid, but she learned better in that storehouse beside the Gods Eye. Eight days she had lingered there before the Mountain gave the command to march, and every day she had seen someone die…There was no place to hide, no tricks to play, no way to be safe…. 

The questions were always the same. Was there gold hidden in the village? Silver, gems? Was there more food? Where was Lord Beric Dondarrion? Which of the village folk had aided him? When he rode off, where did he go? How many men were with them? How many knights, how many bowmen, how many men-at-arms? How were they armed? How many were horsed? How many were wounded? What other enemy had they seen? How many? When? What banners did they fly? Where did they go? Was there gold hidden in the village? Silver, gems? Where was Lord Beric Dondarrion? How many men were with him? By the third day, Arya could have asked the questions herself. 

It was the easiest thing in the world for Arya to step up behind him and stab him.

“Is there gold hidden in the village?” she shouted as she drove the blade up through his back. “Is there silver? Gems?” She stabbed twice more. “Is there food? Where is Lord Beric?” She was on top of him by then, still stabbing. “Where did he go? How many men were with him? How many knights? How many bowmen? How many, how many, how many, how many, how many, how many? is there gold in the village?

ACoK/TWoW:

One of the spearmen drifted over to Lommy. “Something wrong with your leg, boy?”

“It got hurt.”
“Can you walk?” He sounded concerned.
“No,” said Lommy. “You got to carry me.”
“Think so?” The man lifted his spear casually and drove the point through the boy’s soft throat.

Lommy never even had time to yield again. He jerked once, and that was all. When the man pulled his spear loose, blood sprayed out in a dark fountain. “Carry him, he says,” he muttered, chuckling. 

"Can’t you walk?”

“Walk?” His fingers were slick with blood. “Are you blind, girl? I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. I can’t walk on this.”

“Well,” she said, “I don’t know how you’ll get there, then.”

“You’ll need to carry me.”

See? thought Mercy. You know your line, and so do I.

“Think so?” asked Arya, sweetly.

Raff the Sweetling looked up sharply as the long thin blade came sliding from her sleeve. She slipped it through his throat beneath the chin, twisted, and ripped it back out sideways with a single smooth slash. 

Throwing sadists’ words back in their faces as they are for once the ones not delighting in administering pain but rather dealt what they’re given since AGoT-

Arya Stark, ladies and gentlemen.

hestmord:

geckopirateship:

yourheadcanon:

13 days, 19 chapters and 7313 words later, i can finally say that my macklemore/kanye west magical girl/high school AU featuring vriska serket as mitt romney, the entire republican party, skrillmau5 as mecha pilots, and taylor swift as a cannibalistic vampire fan fiction, same love lockdown, has finally come to a close. thank you all for reading <3

You wrote this

You did this

How

one mans shit thats another mans …i cant even joke about this

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the-one-night-owl:

lokilovesllamas:

werewolf-queen:

lumos5001:

long ago the four melons lived together in harmelony and then everything changed when the firemelons attacked



OH MY GOD

It was meant to be 

the-one-night-owl:

lokilovesllamas:

werewolf-queen:

lumos5001:

long ago the four melons lived together in harmelony and then everything changed when the firemelons attacked

OH MY GOD

It was meant to be 

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