people like to make jokes about tech support asking ‘did you turn it off and back on again’ but we ask it because it fixes like 90% of problems.
imagine spock watching jim catch grapes in his mouth and he acts like he’s not impressed and then jim walks out of the room and spock glances around nervously and grabs a grape and tries it
and then he turns around and sees bones leaning against the door smiling like its christmas morning
I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone how much I love the Star Trek fandom.
what keeps me from truly respecting Rapunzel is this, right here. She herself acknowledges that doing this will hurt someone she loves, and decides she just doesn’t care enough to stay, that seeing some lanterns are more important than doing what she believes is right. Rapunzel honestly believes the right thing to do is stay with Gothel but goes back on her morals and we’re supposed to see this as an admirable, brave attempt to ‘follow her dream’ instead of just being rebellious and selfish. I realize this particular part was just supposed to be humorous, and I like a lot about Rapunzel and her movie, but still. I would be perfectly fine with this if she had realized this attitude was wrong and repented it, but no, not only does that never happen, the movie rationalizes it.
All of her young life, Rapunzel has lived her life for Mother Gothel. She’s cooked, cleaned, sung the enchantment, and lifted her up into the tower day after day, and what has Gothel done in return? Taken advantage of her? Teased her? Told her she wasn’t strong enough or smart enough for the outside world? Yes, she’s disobeying her “mother” and yes, she realized that it’s wrong, but she can’t live her entire life for Gothel. She has to give herself something at least once in her life. I think after 18 years of mental and emotional abuse, it was time for her to break away from the nest and find her own true identity in the world and not the one Gothel has forced upon her. She doesn’t owe Gothel anything. But, she does owe herself a chance at proving Gothel wrong and making her dreams come true. This movie isn’t about lying to your mother to go see some stupid lanterns. It’s about breaking free from a stifling home and breaking out of your comfort zone in order to live your dreams, and sometimes that means being selfish and doing something for yourself.
Rudy: Oy! I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Detective. Chewing gum? Really? Would you fix a race car with chewing gum?
John: Uh, yeah, if it was busted and I need to win a race.
Rudy: He’ll need extensive diagnostics.
John: That can wait. (to Dorian) C’mon, let’s get some noodles.
Dorian: You are aware that I don’t eat?
John: Perfect, I’m buying. Let’s roll.
Rudy: (feeling left out) Oh, I’ll just wait here, shall I?
imagine a high school romance movie about a girl who works her ass off to play on the football team and eventually becomes the quarterback and she dates one of the cheerleaders
Imagine a movie where the female protagonist does not have a love story in her plot and there is still somehow a story
my cute little text post about hoping for queer representation and stories about non-feminine women was definitely the right place to make this observation right on
[…she was not surprised Bela only lasted one season] - Not after I noticed the fan reception of her. I have to be honest, I found the negative fan response a little overwhelming. Katie and I both felt that. It was like, ‘Give us a chance!’ It’s very much the boys’ show though, and I can see that fans would be afraid our coming on as recurring characters would change the dynamic of it, and that it was a protectiveness more than anything. I get that. But it was sad, because in the sequence of us actually making the show, I think people were just starting to warm up to her [in the episodes on the air] as she was leaving [in the episodes being filmed].
no but one time grantaire mentions something he wants like a specific kind of paint or materials for a sculpture or a dvd or a book or something and enjolras searches high and low to find it for him and when he gets it he wraps it up really carefully and takes it to grantaire’s place but he’s not there so he leaves it by the door and goes and then a few hours later he gets a rather hysterical phone call from grantaire thanking him profusely and he’s kinda shocked that something like this could make him get so emotional and then grantaire says “i didn’t think anyone knew it was my birthday”
whoops look who decided to write fic about this instead of studying for my finals
Grantaire is already slightly drunk, and it’s 8 PM. Even for him, that’s unusual. But it makes the fact that he’s twenty-seven years old today a little bit better. Some combination of impending mortality and the depressing fact that no one knows it’s his birthday and even if they did they wouldn’t care had driven him to the bar around the corner. The increasingly sympathetic eyes of the bartender had driven him back. He’ll spend the night in his apartment, alone with a bottle.
He notices a package on the front door when he arrives and bends down to pick it up. It’s wrapped neatly and precisely in red paper, with a small card on top. His eyes fill with tears so quickly that it takes a few seconds for him to blink them away enough to read the words written there.
"For R. From Enjolras. Hope it’s the right one."
He opens it up to find the volume of myths he’d vaguely mentioned wanting two months ago. He barely remembers the conversation himself. It’d just been more of his pointless babble, bitching about how he wants nice things he can’t afford. He remembers Enjolras staring as he’d said it. Grantaire had thought he was annoyed.
He unlocks his apartment and rushes inside, picking up the phone and dialing the number he spends so many hours staring at (wondering should I call him? should I tell him?) that he knows it by heart.
"This is Enjolras."
"Hi," Grantaire says, and he can’t breathe, he doesn’t even know what this tight feeling in his chest is.
"Grantaire? Are you all right?"
"God, Enjolras, I don’t know- Thank you so much, thank you, you didn’t have to-"
"So you like it?" Enjolras says, and Grantaire can hear his smile, sees it, and fuck he’s crying again.
"Of course I do. It’s perfect. Thank you, thanks so much, really, it’s wonderful, I didn’t think anyone would… you didn’t have to do anything."
"Are you okay?" Enjolras says. "You sound- I mean, it’s just a book. I just wanted to do something nice."
"I’m sorry," Grantaire says, laughing a little at himself. "I- it’s silly. I just didn’t think anyone knew it was my birthday."
There’s a long silence, and then Enjolras says, “Oh.”
"You didn’t know?"
"R, you should have said something."
"I just- then why the present? Not that I don’t appreciate it, just-"
"I just wanted to do something nice for you, for once. Y’know. I heard you mention it, and… anyway."
"Thank you, Enjolras."
"Do-" Enjolras begins, and then stops himself.
"Do you want to come over? Since it’s your birthday? I hate to think of you spending it alone."
Grantaire hugs the book to his chest and smiles. “I’d like that.”
Enjolras’ apartment is about halfway across town. It takes Grantaire forty minutes to walk there, by which time he’s sober enough to be decidedly nervous. He knocks on the door.
"Surprise!" comes the shout, and the door opens. His friends are crammed into Enjolras’ living room. There’s a store-bought cake and a stack of sloppily wrapped presents (Marius is still fumbling with the bow on his) and it’s obvious that everyone’s just run here in the last hour to surprise him. Bahorel punches him on the arm and insists that Grantaire has to tell them this stuff, damnit, and Jehan hugs him delicately and kisses his cheek, and Grantaire is already trying not to cry by the time Enjolras gets to him.
"You all didn’t have to do this," he says.
"Did you ever think that maybe we want to?" Feuilly suggests.
"When you said it was your birthday, and none of us knew… I may have panicked, and called Courfeyrac, and he, um, gave me this idea," Enjolras says. "I hope it’s not embarassing or anything."
"It’s perfect," Grantaire whispers. "I couldn’t possibly have a better birthday."
"Really?" Enjolras asks, and before Grantaire can process the thought He can’t possibly mean what I think he means Enjolras’ lips are on his and everyone is clapping and cheering and Grantaire thinks-
This is going to be a good year.