#it’s funny how people ignore allison’s constant insecurities but lift up lydia’s #allison is worried people will laugh at her #she’s worried people are going to see her as weak or stupid or silly #she’s constantly worried about what other people think which comes from living your life trying to fill the roles expected of you #one deviation out of the norm and people might stop and stare #they may laugh and poke fun of you #you silly girl why do you have bows and arrows #you silly girl why are you making up stories in your head #you silly girl you can’t take care of yourself #the voice inside of allison’s head is harder on her than anyone else will ever be #allison argent constantly tells people that she can take care of herself #but the hallucination at lydia’s proves that not even she believes what she says #she’s weak and pathetic and always will be #you promise not to laugh?
Imagine what your icon’s sex noises would sound like.
The thing is…
even if my OTP never becomes canon, I will still ship it.
even if you write out a dissertation explaining why my OTP will never become canon, I will still ship it.
even if the creator issued a statement tomorrow that said my OTP will never become canon, I will still ship it.
even if no one else in the universe ships my OTP, I will still ship it.
You wanna know why? Because I fucking love my OTP. And nothing will change that.
I am almost peeing myself laughing right now, and Jack is looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. I read him the joke and everything, and he doesn’t seem to appreciate the humour.
STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP I just laughed so hard I almost snorted tea everywhere.
When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
I mean, it’s just true.
“Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
That’s it. That’s it right there.
Alright - listen up, fucksticks.
This gorgeous piece of ass right here is something called a Jared Padalecki.
He’s tall. He’s from Texas. He sweats a lot. He likes candy. He once pushed a DO NOT PUSH button and as a result accidentally stopped all the trains in Europe because he forgot his wife’s bag on a platform. You may know him as Sam motherfucking Winchester on a little show that could called Supernatural.
He is also, last I checked, something called a “human being”.
Let me tell you a story…
IT IS AN IDEA I HAD A WHILE BACK BUT IT IS ACTUALLY KIND OF FLESHING ITSELF OUT:
Manic Pixie Dream Girls as a narrative are kind of universally reviled, correct? I was thinking one day like, how do you make one AWESOME? Because movies featuring MPDGs are never ever about the MPDG herself, because she is not a person, she is an idea. And because we only see her through the eyes of fuckin Zack Braff or whatever, she is basically a blank slate.
My instinct is always to turn a blank slate character into something violent and dark and awful, so why not make her secretly terrifying??? Not in an existential way, but in a badass spysassin way.
BASICALLY MY MOVIE GOES LIKE THIS: