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fingersareoptional:

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Bards are just mages who don’t shut up.

Rogues are just slutty knights.

What about alchemists?

Chefs without boundaries.

Do you think anyone’s ever made their own wedding dress based on a Disney Princess’s own wedding dress?

thelogicalloganipus:

mikkeneko:

zoe19blink:

thespookyblackconservative:

runningracingdancingchasing:

We’ve all seen that Gothel makes Rapunzel come to her for hugs, but today I realized it goes deeper than that. Gothel doesn’t want Rapunzel showing physical affection unless she has been given specific permission. Opening her arms is that unspoken permission.

For example, towards the beginning, when she’s reminding Gothel that it’s her birthday tomorrow, she grabs her arm in exuberance. Gothel is put out and then pries Rapunzel’s hands off her arm, all the while pretending she doesn’t remember (or care) that her birthday – something Rapunzel is extremely excited about – is fast approaching.

She also uses Rapunzel’s need for physical affection, deliberately taunting and “teaching” her with it by pretending to offer it, then taking it away immediately.

The first bazzilionty times I saw this movie, I always assumed Rapunzel was relieved to see Gothel towards the end of Mother Knows Best just because she was scared.

But now I realize it’s not only because she’s scared, but because Gothel is now giving Rapunzel permission to seek the creature comfort of physical contact that she so desperately needs after the gamut of fear she’s run.

Eugene, on the other hand, starts showing physical affection as soon as he starts feeling any affection for Rapunzel at all. He uses it as a comfort. Yet Rapunzel keeps her hands to herself.

It continues when he gives her the little flag, touching the small of her back in an affectionate way. But her hands (and attention) are full at this moment.

In fact, the first time she realizes she’s touching him, and he’s touching her, and there’s affection and enjoyment buzzing between them, she’s the first to pull away.

She’s alarmed at first, then apologetic and sheepish. Sorry I was touching you, Eugene. And he politely takes a step back, tuned in to her discomfort and giving her a little more space.

But that is why the moment on the boat is so important, and why Rapunzel has the reaction she does.

In taking Rapunzel’s hand, out of the blue (as far as she can tell), it’s sending her a clear message that he feels the same about her that she does about him, and that physical affection is both alright and wanted. That he will seek out her attention in a way Gothel never has. And from this moment on, she touches him often, holding hands for the rest of the song, brushing his hair from his face as he lay dying, and never letting go of his head, even after he’d died in her arms. Not to mention kissing him when he lives again, holding hands on the balcony while they wait for her parents and end-of-movie smooching.

Bruh.

ouch my heart

Mother Gothel was such a great villain because she was so realistic

“Why do you like Tangled more than Frozen?” 

…because… like… so many reasons

ani-bester:

elodieunderglass:

whokilledlordmorley:

elodieunderglass:

elodieunderglass:

mostlysignssomeportents:

Two trees in a fancy neighbourhood in Bristol, UK have had strips of
anti-bird spikes nailed to their branches, rendering them “literally
uninhabitable” by local wildlife, according to local Green Party
councillor Paula O’Rourke.

https://boingboing.net/2017/12/19/endangered-faeces.html

I am still laughing about how a friend’s social media outrage about these two SPECIFIC trees has gone viral and RUN AROUND THE WORLD 

The funniest part is that you can’t park in Bristol, because the rich jackoffs who own single-family houses in the higher parts of Clifton (the “fancy neighborhood”) wanted to be able to park their cars on the street in front of their houses. They can park there but now nobody else can park anywhere. There USED to be free on-street parking throughout most of the city. It was first-come first-served, but you could always find somewhere to leave your vehicle. But obviously that was terrible.

When we lived in a rented flat in Clifton, we frequently had to park the car – please restrain your gasps – ON THE NEXT STREET, 

Like, I want you to really pause and savor the indignity of this problem, SOMETIMES, we COULD NOT PARK IN FRONT OF OUR OWN FRONT DOOR –

WE HAD TO PARK ALMOST A BLOCK AWAY SOMETIMES, LIKE HEATHENS, AND WALK,

BECAUSE THERE WERE OTHER CARS ON THE STREET,

like, that was an outrage, obviously, that was shocking. Parking at the other end of a street! Or sometimes even a block away! In a city! For free! Have you ever HEARD of such hideous living circumstances? Leaving your car, for free, somewhere convenient in a city, and having to walk A CERTAIN LENGTH to your final destination. 

(And if you were disabled and planned to live somewhere for a while then the council would come and paint you a Specific Parking Spot in front of the place you lived. but everyone else had to walk sometimes, and didn’t always get the exact parking spot they wanted, which was an outrage, because the DISABLED PEOPLE WERE GETTING THINGS AGAIN.)

And if you want to go shopping in Bristol then sometimes!! it’s!!! easier!! to walk!! than to drive, in this perfectly-sized city, bursting at the seams with everything you could possibly want, with free parking, so that sometimes – SOMETIMES – 

YOU! WOULD! LEAVE! YOUR CAR! IN FRONT OF SOMEONE ELSE’S HOUSE! Sometimes in front of a Rich Person’s house.

OR! you might go to work somewhere! And you might park near your work! In a space that was free because NOBODY WAS USING IT AT THE TIME, which is obviously stealing, because a Rich Person might want that space at any moment.

anyway, this state of affairs was CLEARLY impossible for the Rich Folk, who were nearly perishing under the strain of parking only slightly-adjacent to their own homes, in the heart of a desirable city.

“There’s too many cars here!” they wailed, and begged their Mayor, Mayor Red Trousers, to do something. “We can’t park exactly in front of our own houses at any time of day we wish, because sometimes a PLEB is parked there. For free! Paying nothing! They have no right! We ought to own the street in front of our houses!”

So they abolished free on-street parking across the entire goddamn city. Bristol is now Residents-Only. You can ONLY park your car in the neighborhood where you LIVE. You are not supposed to drive to another neighborhood to work and leave your car there. You are not supposed to commute from outside the city by car. Like, at all. 

When people said “But Mayor Red Trousers, this city is a place where a lot of our jobs are, and many of us cannot afford to live IN it anymore, so we uhhhh, we drive to work, what are we supposed to do with the car?” 

Mayor Red Trousers replied, magnificently, “Take the buses.”

“Have you met the buses in and around Bristol,” the people asked carefully.

“If more normal working people took the buses,” Mayor Red Trousers said with apparent seriousness, “Then the buses would be better.” 

“The buses operate on a different time schedule to the rest of civilization, make us improbably late for work, and somehow cost all of our lunch money,” the people said. “We cannot use them.”

“That’s because you don’t use them enough,” said Red Trousers; he literally said this in writing, on the Bristol website. “You see, you must outcompete the poors who usually take them,” he added, but he didn’t write that part down.

“Hey,” the people said, reading the fine print, “This says you can only have, like, two cars for every house? Like, only two cars for every individual address?”

“If you want to buy a third car for your teenager, you can buy another permit, but it’ll cost you money,” Red Trousers said with a generous chuckle.

“Okay but do you realize,” said the people, “You’re picturing that only two adults live in each house. But normal people in Bristol live in houses that are subdivided into a flat for every floor. That means that about five households live in every separate house. Sometimes a flat is shared by multiple roommates, many of whom have their own cars. There is actually an average of, like, ten adults for every address.”

“That sounds like poor people talk?” said Red Trousers, bibbling a finger along his lips. “Two cars per house. I’m sorry, friends, but if you can afford to buy a BMW for your kid, you can afford to pay £1000 a year for another car permit.”

“What we’re trying to tell you is that our houses have about five cars each,” the people yelled, “Because we live in flats WITHIN the houses, and this address has THIRTEEN ADULTS living here, not two. Can you rewrite this to, say, two cars per HOUSEHOLD?”

“You don’t need THIRTEEN BMWs,” Red Trousers chuckled. 

Eventually it was worked out that you can park in front of your house, probably, if you’re not poor, as long as you don’t take the car to go somewhere else. And you have to display a special permit that Keeps the Plebs in their Places, and if a car from Bedminster or Montpelier is spotted in Clifton it will be vaporized ON THE SPOT 

In a city renowned for social justice and rioting with the least provocation, the people took all of this fairly well, because most of the rioters don’t own cars, and thought this was Great and Green and would make everything Much Less Problematic. “This will improve our Green City,” they told each other, because they’re pig-ignorant fuckos, bless them;

Mayor Red Trousers said “This will be green! eco! Greeny greeeny green green. the greenest” and the social justice scene went “but will it be vegan?” and he was like “it’ll be SO vegan, DOUBLE vegan” and they went “Massive!” and didn’t riot at all.

And now you can only leave your car anywhere in Bristol if you’re rich, or lucky.

So after changing the ENTIRE landscape and economy of a city in order to park in front of their own houses with no competition, the rich people then put pigeon spikes ON TREES to prevent the pigeons from shitting down onto their cars, 

those self-same cars; to protect those parking spaces so ferociously fought for and won, in the public street outside their homes, those exact same BMWs and Audis that they casually threw over an entire city’s infrastructure to enshrine in front of their houses,

Jesus FUCKING Christ,

Thus causing Friend Jennifer to go “ARGHLEBLARHGLHE” on social media for a bit, because she likes birds, (like, she REALLY likes birds, she’s an official Friend to Birds, the birds gave her a medal about it)

Causing the ENTIRE WORLD to flip the fuck out,

That is the socioeconomic context with which you should hate these pigeon spikes.

This confuses me

Where do you park if you stay at a friend’s house

Or if you’re dating someone 

What was the plan?

How can you even use your car this way

Householders were given packets of scratch-off Vistor Passes for their neighbourhood they could distribute to visitors with cars. Businesses were given 1 visitor pass and 1 employee pass. Caretakers and cleaners got 0 pass. Areas in front of shops have parking meters and there are garages but “wandering trade” took a hit. A decent trade in Visitor Passes sprang up.

The people really thumped by it were commuters and multi-roommate households. Since the charge multiplies for each additional car then the fifth or sixth car owner would need to pay thousands.

People quickly adjust to almost any new normal. But it was hard on a lot of people.

I …. I don’t.

There are no words except I kinda hope an asteroid hits the rich people’s houses

phoenixavalon:

cosetteskywalker:

daxcat79:

blackeyedlily:

psy-kylo-gy:

reylokitty:

kylos-reyoflight:

This dude’s twitter thread NAILED why Luke’s storyline in The Last Jedi MADE PERECT SENSE.

Seriously, this guy is my new hero. Read the whole thing! I have been so puzzled on how anyone who calls themselves a Star Wars fan could not see Luke’s trajectory coming or understand it. This guy puts my thoughts into words

⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

this is amazing. 

It’s perfect, everyone read this. Luke has been my favorite character for 22 years and I loved how his arc played out. I understand some will never like it, but I’m really happy that Luke became a more complex character who still makes mistakes and isn’t an unrealistic cinnamon roll 24/7. This guy on Twitter is right, the internal struggle is never a one-and-done thing and I love that it harkens back to RotJ and Luke’s dark moments but also his choices. His scenes in the end of TLJ are so moving because of his choices and doing the right thing in the end for both Ben and the galaxy.

Thank you for this!

Everything this man is saying is perfection…

@phoenixavalon

@markhamillz