"She gets sexed up"
"A terrible example for young girls."
"Does being yourself mean wear swanky clothing and wear a lot of makeup?"
Yes, actually it can.
I hate when people say this about Elsa. I HATE IT.
First I would like to mention that when people say “be yourself” some people don’t really mean. What they mean is don’t try to hard, don’t put too much makeup, don’t wear clothes that are too tight or comfy, stay comfortable. And for some people, that is not themselves.
Some people like to put on a lot of makeup.
Some people like wearing revealing clothing.
Some people like to look rebellious.
You can’t hold that against them.
AND ITS THE SAME THING FOR ELSA.
All her life, she was told to be this quiet, poised, conservative girl. A girl who wears long dresses, capes. A girl who doesn’t talk back, doesn’t act up. She was trapped. She was trapped in a little box full of responsibilities.
And now she’s LETTING GO.
Did you even listen to the freaking song?
She’s becoming what she wants to be. She’s letting go of the past and heading straight into the future. And no one affects what she looks like. There is no boy she wants to impress. No townspeople. No parents.
She’s doing all of this for herself.
And I don’t know about you, but I think that this is a great example to set for little girls, afraid to be themselves.
Thank you! I mean honestly, have you see the era they live in? Elsa’s dress-change in ‘let it go’ is shows wonderfully how she doesn’t conform anymore to those same rules that have trapped and smothered her.
besides she spent the last 13 years in a perpetual state of NOT smiling
have you ever been depressed for weeks, or months, or years, and even just felt like you hadn’t smiled the whole time?
then one day you discover something about yourself that makes you feel something you haven’t really felt for 13 years? it makes you feel like smiling. it’s so foreign to you, it’s like trying on an old dress you’re sure you won’t fit into and hey, look, it fits and your first thought is confused elation. then you keep doing it and hey, look, it’s not so confusing, you do remember how to smile and you do remember how to be confident about yourself and then oh look you’re grinning like an idiot and when you go to bed that night your jaw hurts from using muscles it hasn’t used in 13 years. Elsa was busy singing but I imagine for the next couple of hours she was just decorating her ice palace interspersed with fits of uncontrollable laughter.
smile on, elsa, we know you’re thrilled about your dress…and other things too
Okay but can we take a second on how these people are dictating how a girl should and should not act in her own journey of self development?
The fact they think a 21 year old should not be dressed as she wants to dress even though she’s an adult. Her skin showing to an extent.
I’m sorry, but if we’re going to judge every Disney princess and queen, how about we talk Ariel? That girl was in a seashell bra. Or how about Kida? Maybe Pocahontas should cover up those damn legs of hers?
These women are comfortable in their own skin, these women are proud of their bodies and are grown up. A Disney lady is a lady who is proud of who she is, whether she’s a tomboy like Merida or a complete darling in pink like Aurora. A disney lady gives a message of freedom and liberty through many forms including the way they dress. They wear what fits their personality; Belle with her refined and elegant style, Tiana with her expressiveness and intricacy, and with Elsa it’s her calm yet unique personality that shines.
Children see beyond the look of the film, they’re also auditory people - they hear what Elsa stands for.
someone mentioned april fools today, and it reminded me that last year a couple of radio DJs got taken off the air and almost faced felony charges because they told their audience that the local water supply was contaminated with “Dihydrogen Monoxide” and alot of people panicked
Dihydrogen - (two hydrogen)
Monoxide - (one oxygen)
some guys almost got arrested for telling people there was water in their taps.
terms for penis you should not use in fics:
- love stick
- ding dong
- 100% all-beef thermometer
- bologna pony
- stinky pickle
- magic wand
- divine rod
- love muscle
- power drill
- captain winky
- yogurt slinger
- DNA rifle
I’M LAUGHING WAY TO LOUD TO BE HEALTHY.
- 100% all-beef thermometer
This happened on Supernatural once.
Everything happened on Supernatural once.
Supernatural actually happened on supernatural once.
Actually, Supernatural happened on Supernatural twice. One time as a book series within their universe and one time as the real life tv show in a parallel universe where Misha Collins gets stabbed by an angel.
What the hell is your show even
Not even the fans know but there are alpacas and crying attractive men and angels hating Celine Dion with a vengeful passion so we just go with it
Already reblogged, but the comments keep getting better.
BUBBLE JUGS YAAAAAAASSSSSSS
RIGHT HERE IS MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THOSE PAINT TUBS WERE MY L I F E
Why was Oedipus against profanity?
Because he kisses his mother with that mouth.
I’m getting really tired of these motherfucking jokes.
*sells soul for a marauder era book*
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
OH MY LORD HELP
tHIS IS THE YEAR WOMEN FINALLY SAID “FUCK YOU” TO SEXISM
YOU GO , GIRL.
I made this in an hour because I was pissed.
IN AN HOUR
IF I MAKE YOU FURIOUS, WILL YOU MAKE MY WEDDING DRESS?!
CAN I LIVE WITH YOU AND LEARN YOUR WAYS
you could start business called angry apparel