I am a weepy mess right now and I don’t know why. I’m blaming the twoish hours of sleep.
Read a post recently on the difference between poster art and DVD cover art. In that light, I thought I’d share some of my favorite movie posters from Disney Animated Canon. When the piece you use to represent an artistic achievement is a work of art in its’ own right, you have something truly special on your hands.
[LOUD, WISTFUL SIGH]
plus it doesn’t have to be permanent, for instance some people don’t want kids NOW because they have other things in life to deal with and having kids would be bad both for the parent and the kid.
and even if it is permanent, see above.
In the moments before she dies, a woman whose hair used to be bright ginger is visited by a man in a bowtie. She does not know who he is and thinks about giving him a piece of her mind till he moves forward and presses his fingertips to her temple. Memories flood her mind. People and planets and places she had saved alongside a long streak of nothing rush back to her. She remembers being the most important woman in creation. Then with a smile on her face Donna Noble closes her eyes and sleeps forevermore. The Doctor simply looks on with tears in his eyes as his best friend leaves this world with the only gift he could give her.
hello yes, 911 send me an aMBULANCE
I’m literally in tears right now. This would be so perfect and heartbreaking.
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
Greatest plot twist to Monster’s Inc.
oh my god you know what i just realized? all of the doors in monster’s inc. are “bigger on the inside”. so if any of the monsters went through this door they wouldn’t think anything of it. and the doctor would be standing there, smiling, waiting for them to say it, but of course it would make no difference to them.
people are boycotting the Kraft commercials for the “Zesty” salad topping because it features a topless man in compromising situations.
people are boycotting it because it sexualizes a man.
people are boycotting a commercial that features one of the oldest marketing strategies because this time it’s a man being exploited.
And then I read this just in the nick of time. Humbled.