Whovian and Oncer. A fan of Robert Carlyle, David Tennant, and Craig Ferguson.
I just did a cover of Ho Hey by The Lumineers~
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Wait. Can we please talk about this please? The entire end battle of this movie. For most of the movie, Mulan has felt out of place. She doesn’t know where she fits in. Covering herself in femininity doesn’t work, like, at all. The scene of the matchmaker…I don’t even have to explain to show you how much that is not her. But then she runs away and poses as a man. She tries her hardest to blend in and be a guy, but at the same time, covering herself in the masculine just doesn’t work. She’s still awkward and out of place. The men eventually embrace her as one of their own, see her as a guy, but they see her as a strange guy, a very effeminate man. But this scene, this final part of the movie, she has finally found her place. She is short haired (masculine) and wearing a woman’s outfit. She has found her place as a tomboy, somewhere in the middle of extremes.
But to continue on and dissect this final battle, Mulan is facing Shan Yu. Shan Yu is huge and muscled, where Mulan is smaller, slimmer, but no doubt she is toned from all the training she’s done. Still, Shan Yu has his big ass sword and all she finds she is equipped with is the fan she and the other men used to sneak into the castle. She is equipped with a traditionally feminine object and Shan Yu is equipped with a traditionally masculine object. She uses that fan to disarm him, then uses the sword to trap him. Not only is this badass and clever, she uses an object she was uncomfortable with in the beginning to take a weapon she was also uncomfortable with earlier on in the movie and uses both of them to defeat a man twice as big as her with a much longer and much more extensive history of fighting and battles than she has. She, at this point, has learned to embrace both of the aspects of herself and use this to her advantage. She finally realizes by this time that she is not the traditional, overly feminine daughter her society wants her to be, but she isn’t the other extreme, either, the man’s man, lets-scratch-our-butts-and-fight-for-no-reason type seen when she first comes into the camp. She is a little bit of both, and realizing this and embracing it allows her to be more sure of herself and fully embrace who she is, making her happier, but also more confident (do I even need to point out how she stepped up as leader and showed the men a way to sneak into the palace? Oops, I already did), and a better fighter. She’s just all around awesome and this move she does when she disarms Shan Yu always makes me feel enormously proud of her and how far she’s come.
Why I love Mulan!
Also why I wish we’d get more images of her (pins, dolls, etc.) from THIS part of the movie. We get so many in her impress-the-matchmaker gown, and a number (at least of Disney pins) in her warrior garb as Ping.
THIS is the Mulan I want lots of pins of!
This scene is everything.
And this is why this will always be Mulan’s outfit for me.
people always ask “do you like raoul or the phantom better” but christine was a victim of being caught in a love triangle between two men who saw her as a prize that they deserved for one reason or another (the phantom because he saw himself as a victim deserving of love, raoul because he saw himself as a hero deserving of love - both of them giving christine what they thought she wanted and expecting love in return, all the while never asking what she really wanted)
christine is trapped in a misogynistic society that expects her to choose a man without complaint. when she voices her complaints or says “i want to keep this engagement secret,” she’s asked why and/or told she’s being silly
some of excentrique’s summer ‘11 collection; the librarian.
WTF
Subject: THIS IMAGE SHOULD BE SEEN IN THE WHOLE WORLD
While magazines and TV chains report about the lives and love affairs of movie actors and actresses, football players and other celebrities, the Chief of the Kayapo tribe heard the worst news of his entire life:
Mrs. Dilma, the president of Brazil, has given her approval for the construction of an enormous hydroelectric central (the world’s third largest one).
This means the death sentence for ALL the tribes living at the shores of the river because the barrage will flood more or less 400 000 hectares of the forest.
More than 40 000 natives will have to find other living surroundings where they will be able to survive.
The destruction of the natural habitat, the deforestation and the disappearance of several species of plants and animals will be a fait accompli.
We know that a simple image is the equivalent of a thousand words, it shows the price to be paid for the 「quality of life」 of our so-called 「modern comforts.」
There is no space in the world anymore for those who live differently. Everything has to be smoothed away, that everyone, in the name of globalization must lose his and her identity and way of living.
If this enrages you, I urge and implore you to forward this message to all your friends, relatives and acquaintances.
Thank you in the name of life, nature and biodiversity.
©Hans van Raamthe lack of notes is disturbing
A petition can be found here:
http://www.avaaz.org/en/amazon_under_threat/
that in the Chinese version of Disney’s Mulan, the fake name she gives is “Ping”, but her family name “Fa” in English is “Hua” in Chinese, therefore her full name is “Hua Ping”, which is literally “Flower Vase”, and that’s why Shang is so bewildered because it’s a silly name.
WOMEN CANT MAKE JOKES
ONLY BABIES
The science fiction vision of stars hurtling by isn’t supported by physics.
In theory, were any spacecraft to move at the speed of light, the frequency of light would be shifted so dramatically that it would fall outside the visible spectrum. Which means astronauts on board wouldn’t see any starlight, at all.
Instead, cosmic microwave background radiation, left behind after the Big Bang, would veer into the visible spectrum, and the crew would see a disc of luminous glow.
When on the hunt for Nicholas Rush, it was common practice to look first in the control interface room, then his own quarters, then the mess, then the observation room. In that order. For all his misdirection, Rush was never a difficult man to find previous to the Lucian Alliance incursion.
After the breech was a different matter entirely. Which most thought was understandable. By the time the dust had settled, most of the military had been briefed, if not witness to Telford’s interrogation and Rush’s abduction. It would make sense that he would be cagey. Tense. That he might spend more time and odder hours in strange terminals, obfuscating his presence. The man had been through a lot.
What didn’t change, or perhaps what changed in the most peculiar way, was his presence in the observation room. That remained frequent, and perhaps even increased as the scant hours off shift decreased (as his fragility increased and his health suffered in a way you could see at the hollow of his cheeks and his eyes). But the nature of his visits shifted to anyone who cared to notice.
He no longer took a seat at the psudeo-leather sofa to carve at his chess set, nor did he tak away at his computer with a personal project, letting the hum and glow of FTL travel illuminating the glass pane be a comforting white noise in the background. Instead, he paced (strafed) slowly, sometimes with a hand on the deck’s railing, most of the time with a hand resting at the crook of his neck to pinch and knead a knot there. Sometimes curled against his chest in a curiously tender gesture, fingertips rubbing against thumb pad, like he was trying to hold onto an idea. And how old he would look. Weathered and sad and in moments, looking defeated.
It was on one such night, with his had twisted artfully under his chin, the other clasped over his waist to hold himself together, late in the night, when a voice called him out of his trance.
“Doctor Rush?” Chloe asked blearily from the mouth of the observation deck.
Rush turned on the balls of his feet. A quick, birdish movement. Against the dark background, he was haloed by a soft glow of light, angelic. The cosmic microwave background radiation. “Chloe,” he said, accent thick over her vowels. “Trouble sleeping?”
“Not really,” she reassured him, and the tense in his face she had come to understand as concerned softened into curiosity. “You?”
He shook his head, looking back out the the diffused light before them. It brought warmth into his skin. Turned his hair honey. When she joined him against the rail, a ring of brown and gold reflected in his eyes, and Chloe remember how it was white light that carried the color. What she saw was the colors rejected.
“Is there something there?” Chloe asked, looking back out to the soft glow.
She meant the aliens, or something else like the Lucian Alliance. Even just another solar system and the many, many perils it could hold. But when Rush spoke, his voice is delicate, reverent, and hopeful.
“I think so.”
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW KJHSLKFJHASDLFK
In case you haven’t seen it already, the latest from KatDepp, all the Rumbelle angst you can bear.
Flawless people:William Marcin
