My parents aren’t home
You know what that means
*sits in the living room instead of sealing myself away in my room*
this is too accurate
*parents close the door*, *emerges slowly from room like an easily startled deer*
*Parents come home* *scurries back to room like frightened squirrel*
Y’all think this is a joke but it’s 100% accurate
Semblance is the manifestation of one’s innate and personal power as an ability unique to each individual, with the effects varying greatly from user to user.
Save this one for a night when all you want is for your brain to let you rest. Too often I go to bed, my body exhausted, my mind unable to stop moving. Luckily, there’s this masterful version of “Once Upon a December” from the (highly underrated) animated movie Anastasia. It’s a perfect piece to guide you to a peaceful slumber, because this music? It’s the stuff of dreams.
Dear White People (x)
It’s funny because this is really directed at Tyler Perry…
And I agree with it 100 percent! Fuck him.
It’s about time someone brought up that educated/evil thing. That’s so annoying.
Remember Loghain explaining why Maric was a great king in his opinion?
Starting out with “There are men who inspire such devotion” and slipping into how ppl. “…..would gladly lay down their lives for…him.” That slip from seemingly neutral plural to singular….. Because it’s there that his defenses crumble and he isn’t talking about faceless adoring subjects or soldiers and great kings.
He is talking about HIMSELF AND MARIC.
Five years later, he tells this to someone he has wronged, who has most likely shown him very little kindness.
You know what that is?
That isn’t a noble’s loyalty to his king. Or a friend’s fond memory. Or a fallen hero’s nostalgia.
That is love.
I wish none of you were sad
(Most of) Alan Menken’s Disney Movie ScoresHappy birthday Alan Menken! (July 22, 1949)
Okay, I don’t normally add comments to ANYTHING but I’d like to tell a short story, if you’ll allow me.
Mulan was one of the first Disney movies to be released while I was alive. I was four years old when it hit theaters. My mom, naturally, took me to see it, but oddly enough that was also one of the few years that my grandmother was visiting us in the U.S., so she came with us. I don’t remember much from that day, since I was young and also had no glasses yet, which meant it was all a blur of colors and sounds that I wouldn’t fully appreciate until I was older.
What I do remember, however, is looking at my grandmother when she saw this part of the movie and seeing her sobbing into her hands, overwhelmed with emotion.
You see, my grandmother has taken care of her entire family, including eight younger siblings and their children and their CHILDREN’S children, since she was a young woman. When her parents became too old to care for themselves, she gave up her freedom as an adult to care for them. My great grandmother had Alzheimer’s, and she had to watch her become a mere shell of herself over the years. But my great grandfather remained lucid and active, and in his lucidity made him bitter, criticizing, ungrateful and harsh. She endured this and remained a dutiful, loyal daughter, doing everything she could to make him happy and to follow the traditions he so adhered to. She doesn’t talk about it even now, especially now that he has passed on, but she would have killed for this moment to pass between her and my great grandfather while he was alive.
My grandmother is a remarkably strong woman. I’ve only seen her truly cry twice in my life. And it is because of this scene, and how it affected my grandmother, that I love this movie so much. And it is also why I continue to look up to Disney and trust them to make good movies. Because as many mistakes as they can make, as many hiccups as they have had along the way, I am witness to the fact that sometimes they hit that perfect scene, that perfect emotion, even though it’s a “kid’s movie”. And that makes it all worthwhile.
i will soon forget the color of your eyes, and you'll forget mine.