EVERY SINGLE REBLOG
WILL GET A THING IN THEIR ASK
OF YOU ACTUALLY
247 REBLOGS, I HAD TO GO THROUGH. I HIT ASK LIMIT LITERALLY EVERY HOUR. AND MOST OF YOU DON’T EVEN APPRECIATE IT. AUUGH
HOW THE FUCK…
Because apparently this is a thing now…
BRING SUSAN BACK….REASONS
There is a strong likelihood no one will ever read this, but the more I think about it, the more I’d like to make my feelings about this subject public.
I went to Chicago this summer to see Starkid’s two shows: Ani: A Parody and The Trail to Oregon. While I absolutely loved Trail to Oregon, something about Ani rubbed me the wrong way. It pains me to speak ill of anything they do because I love Starkid and, especially after getting to meet some of them and seeing what genuinely nice people they all are, I admire them so much. But seriously guys, what was UP with the female representation in that show? It was not good y’all. The more I thought about it after I left Chicago, the more it bothered me. And let me clarify that my discomfort is not with the way female characters were performed, but with the way they were written. (Disclaimer: if by some miracle someone besides my friends and their moms are reading this, there be spoilers ahead.)
For anyone that has any issues whatsoever with Robin Williams - whether it be his life, his career, or his passing - the unfollow button is in the corner of my blog, and I’m sure you can find the ignore button on your own as well.
I am not a person that cries easily, but Robin Williams was like a family member to millions of people. For many of us, his outward radiation of laughter and joie de vivre helped shape who we are as human beings.
I was four years old when Good Morning, Vietnam (1987) was released into theaters. Growing up, I used to watch him constantly on Mork and Mindy and SCTV. He was one of my idols. He’s one of the people that made me want to become a comedian from as far back as I can remember. Other kids wanted to be athletes, astronauts, teachers, or police officers. Me? I just wanted to make other people laugh the way Robin Williams made me laugh. He is the sole reason why I’ve always been careful to never let myself become completely cold; to never let that inner fire burn out.
He showed me the importance of never truly “growing up”.
He made me believe in the power of laughter.
I suppose I can almost understand how younger teens today who aren’t as familiar with his work might not understand why his passing is so important to the rest of us. I can’t entirely be angry with them, but I’m saddened that they never came to realize just why it is that this man is so loved.
He may not have been a powerful political figure. He wasn’t a highly-decorated veteran. He didn’t discover the cure for any know diseases, nor did he make any gigantic leaps in the fields of technological advancement.
But he was our friend. Even though most of us never even met him, he still found a genuine place in our hearts. And that is one of the most profoundly important accomplishments anyone could ever hope to achieve.
I hate when guys are like “oh you’re not one of those girls that’s going to order a salad for dinner are you?” MAYBE I AM. MAYBE I FUCKING LIKE SALADS. HAVE YOU EVEN TASTED RASPBERRY VINAIGRETTE.
a black widow prequel would literally be the most interesting movie like
a young girl distinguishing herself in the deadliest way possible?????
intertwining cold war history?????
watching an entire regime topple and natalia romanova walking away?????