When I went to see Tangled with my family, I was terrified of having to talk about the movie afterwards because I related so much to Rapunzel, and I was sure my mom would hate the movie because it was so obvious that she was exactly like mother gothel. So when mom asked me afterwards if I liked it I gave a tepid non-answer. But then my mom started talking about how she loved the movie! And it slowly dawned on me that she also saw mother gothel as evil and abusive, but somehow didn’t make the connection that she and her were the same. My mom even made a comment to the effect of how, like rapunzel’s real mom, her love for me would always triumph or whatever. And she didn’t get it!
She didn’t see the similarities of how she locked me away in the house, or how she kept me under the tightest supervision under the guise of keeping me safe. I spent the entire mother knows best song stealing glances at her next to me in the theater just waiting for her to drag us out of the movie because she couldn’t stand to have her “love” portrayed as evil. And she didn’t see how the fact that she created her identity completely around being a mother and nothing else was like mother gothel’s dependency on rapunzel’s magic hair.
It was only after seeing her positive reaction to the movie, that I really understood the meaning of the phrase “everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil.
“everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil.
Enjoy this ‚tiered dad Draco feeds adorable little Scorp who’s being appreciated by Luna and Teddy‘ illustration.
(Is this a weird description? Probably.)
So I‘m in a pickle here guys. I love Scorpius and want him to be part of the stories in my head but I can’t figure out those family dynamics I have nothing against Astoria but I think I‘ll stick with Drarry forever. Also Luna and Teddy are a fixed part of this family now that’s safe. Well maybe a few comic strips wont be very logical then. (sooorrry ) ((It may seem like I have no life but I swear to you I‘m just ignoring my real life problems for these onesoh why))
Hope you enjoy this nevertheless. <3 Have a nice weekend :)
My dad was eating pistachios so I reached my hand out and he just started peeling them and giving them to me. Then suddenly went “I really hope you find someone who loves you a lot” and I went “enough to peel my pistachios for me?” And he laughed and said “yeah exactly” before carrying on giving me more
Summary: Shippo watches Kagome, full of fire and ferocity, and he tucks away pieces of her in his heart and soul. She is a marvel. She is his mother.
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Shippo remembered his mother as nebulous feelings of warmth and safety.
He remembered his father more concretely, as he’d died later than his mother had, but he’d still lived far more life without either parent than he had with them, and so what memories he did have were stored away for safe keeping.
He watched Kagome yell at a man who was too impatient with his child, and he smirked as the man, who towered over her and was twice as broad, bowed and spilled apologies at her feet.
He shuffled off toward his hut, and Kagome gave the little boy with him one last pat on the head before shooing him off.
She turned back to him to finish their trek to her favorite herb patch, and he smiled down at her.
He was taller than she was now, and her hair was streaked with gray.
She, Sango, Miroku and Inuyasha carried lines of age and wisdom around their mouths and eyes, and he knew he would have to say goodbye to them far sooner than he’d ever be ready.
He savored the subtlety of her peony scent, and they were stopped again so she could chastise some older boys for teasing their young sister until she cried.
He watched the sun shine off of her rage, her unceasing desire for justice and fairness, and she was still so magnificent and beautiful and awe inspiring.
Shippo remembered his mother, the one who had born him, and he would never forget, but when asked in the future to describe her, Kagome is what he will see.
And he will say his mother was full of love, she fought for who needed it.
And no matter how many centuries he was destined to live, he would never forget anything about Kagome.
Step-siblings Grantaire and Musichetta who were competitive dancers in their teenage years and can still fall into rhythm and be extremely graceful together at a moment’s notice.
Except that now, instead of putting on fancy, uncomfortable clothes and dancing for a bunch of people judging their every imperfection, they use their superpowers (as Bossuet calls them) to goof around whenever someone puts on music for their friends who cheer them on whenever they do something particularly flashy.
