Elle Woods was hollering back before the movement. This is why i love this movie. It’s so progressive. Elle is a femme feminist who comes by it the hard way. She doesn’t change for the bookish people, the elitists, or for the feminists. She just does what she needs to do, and what she wants, even when at first it was chasing a boy. Then the movie drops the romance. IT DROPS THE ROMANCE. chick flicks don’t do that. Emmett asking her out is a footnote at the very end. And this whole time, she is classy, and lady like, and has pride in herself and her work. She’ll go to a costume party as a playboy bunny, but like hell will she sleep with her professor for an internship. Elle is my feminist role model
Elle Woods 4ever
I remember listening to my DAD defend Legally Blonde. An uncle was saying “Oh look, it’s that stupid movie again.” as he flipped through the channels. My dad responded with “Oh yeah, that movie where the blonde girl with great grades works really hard to get into pre-law, studies hard and proves herself to her peers and bosses while maintaining her integrity and not sleeping with her boss? What a terrible message to send girls.”
Also, I love this movie because Reese Witherspoon.
And don’t forget that she has serious female friends and wins the case by way of her specialist knowledge of so-called “feminine things” that no one else takes seriously enough to even bother with.
The movie also passes the Bechdel test.
LET’S NOT FORGET that even though it starts with a situation where two girls are rivals for the same guy, they BOTH choose to ignore the social codes (and hollywood bylaws) that tell them they should be cat-fighting and trying to one-up each other, and instead they realize that they make good working partners and better friends and screw rivalry, AND ALSO HAVE EACH OTHER’S BACKS RE: WORKPLACE SEXUAL HARASSMENT. And that it portrays sororities as places where women can learn to work together and respect each other and help each other out, which sets the stage for the way Elle treats everyone she meets for the rest of the movie. OH AND IT HAS A FAT SIDE CHARACTER WHO OVERCOMES EMOTIONAL ABUSE, IS NEVER FAT-SHAMED OR USED AS THE BRUNT OF A FAT JOKE, AND LANDS THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE ENTIRE FILM.
↳ ft. the Maximoffs
found two kitties cuddling by the sea
NO WAY this made my year
queer authors: make all your characters queer. every single one of them. leave no room for alternate cishet interpretations. make straight people uncomfortable. let them cry about how unrealistic it is that no one is cishet. bottle their tears and pour them over your morning pancakes. savor the taste of their discomfort.
"brienne would beat keladry of mindelan in a fight and BOY WOULD KEL ENJOY IT"
I’ve mastered the skill of feeling guilty for asking for anything
okay zev with his hair in a bun is great but listen to this
- zev in a crop top
I had no choice
i think i can accurately say that i can crush a man’s head with my thighs
"it’s a competition none of us agreed to" I want to give the author of this quote the hardest dap ever.
Catch them all
different types of pokemon eggs, even those who did not know we were born from egg
Holy fudge, I’ve only ever had the togepi egg
Homie came out as a floppy disk
Magnemite - some assembly required.
@ tumblr user theboredbiologist:
I don’t think either your askbox or submit work, so I am going to have to STAND OUTSIDE YOUR BLOG AND SERENADE YOU VIA 70S DISCO MUSIC THAT I HEAR 8 TIMES A DAY AT WORK AND THINK OF YOU EVERY TIME
A collection of 850 mineral eggs carved in the renowned gem-cutting center of Idar-Oberstein, Germany.
For any of you following along at home, the 'realism' bug has crawled up my butt and nested in the most uncomfortable niche. Having just finished a reread of The Lies of Locke Lamora and a rewatch of Snowpiercer, I’m going to discuss a topic near and dear to my heart, both as a horror writer and a fan of monsters: VIOLENCE.
Nick and I recently started throwing our first mutual attempt at epic fantasy back and forth, so in the name of storytelling research, I had us pick up Scott Lynch. I had read Locke Lamora before, and remembered Lynch’s deftly plotted storytelling, his engaging narrative, and his fully realized world. Unfortunately, all books have their strengths and weaknesses, and while Lynch’s world is rich, his character arcs leave something to be desired. Locke is about as complex as a velcro sneaker. Jean is perhaps a shoe with laces.
This becomes a problem for motive, particularly late in the game. There were two things I had come to understand about Locke as the novel progressed: his extraordinary cleverness defines his ambition, and this often exceeds his ability to carry out his plans. That he loves his friends and is a priest were also facts I understood but which lacked gravity. The pain of his loss was so immediately overshadowed by the plot’s demands that he scramble to his feet to avenge himself upon the villain that a loss which should have transformed the vowels, the verbs, the resonance of the entire story was reduced to no more than a sad croak, a hiccup, a chapter that changed the direction of the plot.
There’s a certain violence you come to expect in genre novels. There will be red shirts to lose, bad guys to stab, vengeance to be wrought. The violence here will be either a tool or an obstacle. It will be a bludgeoning or a cutting device.
I prefer to see violence employed as a poison.