A Glorious Evolution.

Crowley's best look By Far was his 60s get up, I will not be taking any comments at this time

(crawls on all fours with blood drenched on me) I have to do arts and crafts

16th century ring that unfolds into an astronomical sphere

I'm sure this has been said before, but I really like the idea that Tadius fantasized about killing the king (and probably the prince, too) before he met Ella, in the same way Ella fantasized about killing her step sisters and mother. They both feel trapped, aidless, abused, and lack a large level of autonomy; which is why both of them are eager to enact their revenge the second they have the ability/opportunity to do so.

That's why Tadius is so quick to:

1. Believe Ella is talking about the king in her monologue (she's hypothetically saying what he's secretly been thinking for a long time)

2. Smother the king with a pillow (both enact unapologetic (/pos) vengeance before their exact plan is fully realized because they are so eager to gain both freedom and justice)

Is that a valid argument in your pants or is it just a phallacy?

happy Mother’s Day to these two queens

I’m sorry but if there is one thing the Tumblr left needs crucially, it’s the ability to celebrate.

I remember when marriage equality was called and there were waves of rainbows and love wins posts. When we successfully defeated Donald Trump, there was lukewarm relief, a reminder that you were only allowed one or maybe two days to celebrate and then it was back to work. That is if you were even a good person for voting Biden. We never did settle if he was better than Trump. (We did.). We didn’t celebrate student loan debt relief or any of the accomplishments of the Biden administration, or any of the times Trump was blocked, or other countries succeeding in keeping fascists out of office. Who cares if we had successes? It’s not good enough. Back to work!

And this anti-celebratory attitude stretches back to the past. On the 100th anniversary of female suffrage in America, we were reminded that not all women had the vote and so we weren’t allowed to celebrate. The only post I saw about Juneteenth was reminding us that there were enslaved people who were killed instead of freed and therefore celebrating the end of chattel slavery was wrong, and besides, we have prison labor so nothing really changed or got better and there’s nothing to celebrate anyway. Trans Day of Visibility comes with Trans Day of Remembrance so that people don’t fill the tags with hate crimes and death. So on and so forth. Nothing gets better. Nothing changes. Back to work!

So of course when we have a major setback, we fall apart and have to start frantic damage control. Frantic discourse ensues over how much people are allowed to unplug before it becomes bad and selfish. Yes, maybe you can have this one day off Mr. Cratchit but you better be here and miserable early the next morning. Like abusive bosses always insisting you squeeze out more, more, more, and any achievement is just proof you were lazy the other times and impetus for more work.

If we are never allowed to acknowledge any of our victories, how are we supposed to survive our defeats?

rewatched cinderella’s castle again :)

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