Destinies Are Troublesome Things

Timely, Diane. Hitting me right where it hurts.

When Zuko apologized to uncle Iroh in the tent cause he was so ashamed of his actions and what he’d done to the only person who unconditionally believed in his ability to do good >>>>>

And it can be jarring when you discover one day that you suddenly don’t feel that way anymore. At first, you don’t trust it. But then, gradually, you do.

“I want to be an architect”

((Edit: blue eyes))

#walk into the club like ‘what up i got a big...crush on you please like me back’

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can we please talk about Merlin literally beaming like the sun when Arthur simultaneously compliments him AND touches his soulder?

SO MANY FUCKING THINGS stood out in tonight’s belter of an episode of His Dark Materials, but Marisa Coulter’s meeting with Mary Malone and her subsequent Blue Screen Of Death on realising the reality of the patriarchy was something I will. never. forget.

Look at her. Look at her eyes, listen the words she uses. Marisa is absolutely fucking full of blinding rage at the truth she’s suddenly been hit in the face with. All her life she has been better, clever, smarter, and stronger than the men who dominate her society. And she has been forced to kowtow to these pissants, these simpering dull crude men, slaving constantly in labour and cunning to secure the meagrest of breadcrumbs of respect and recognition in her academic and political fields. She has been forced to swallow the bitter pill of being ineligible for a doctorate, despite the undeniable superiority of her work. She has had to submit to her papers being published under the names of male peers and them taking her rightful credit. She has had to smile and simper and be agreeable and claw her way to power and respect through the utmost ruthlessness and cunning - and even though those things were always in her nature, the mental and emotional toll it’s taken on her is crystal fucking clear. She’s destroyed her own soul to rise to her rightful place.

And then she steps into another world and meets Mary. A doctor in her own right, with academic research in her own right, with her own brilliance in her own right. No fuss. No compromise. Just recognition on the basis of merit. And she realises, in that moment, what has been kept from her all her life, and how incandescently fucking outrageous it is.

And she is blinded by rage.