If I could change my name I’d be “Foxxy Cleopatra” because hot damn.
When people talk about The Beatles and how nice they were I laugh because they were all pretty much assholes for a lot of their careers.
The idea that magic doesn’t exist because humans can’t create and/or use it says a lot about some people.
I was never super religious, but I always thought this was an interesting theory I’d made up in my head.
When I was little, I used to think that when you died, you went to heaven as an angel and you talked to God one by one.
When it was finally your turn to talk to him, God would give you a summary of the life you just lived: your regrets and things you loved, etc.
After, you would discuss your next “ultimatum.” He would go over a list of things you could do in the next life, like “your challenge now, is this: live in poverty - be more likely to be charitable and good, or live in wealth - have more of a chance of becoming greedy and selfish.”
He wouldn’t judge any of the angels on their decision because it was their lessons to learn and not his to teach, you know? There wasn’t any hell, just everyone was an angel.
So, when God was finished talking to the angels, they all relaxed for a while and talked about their past lives and what they learned, before finally gathering around this big hole in the clouds, like those little gaps on cloudy days that those few rays of sunshine would break through?
And God would say something to the angels, like “Dear Children, you begin another journey today. You have a set number of Earth-years to complete your tasks. You will not remember anything I’ve told you, but it is up to you to ultimately complete your goals, even without the help of memory.”
And then the angels were put on Earth at random points in a body. Like, maybe they were put into 15 year old boys or 45 year old girls, and in those bodies they would believe they had already consciously lived the passed years and nothing was out of the ordinary for their “daily lives.”
And then, when they died, the cycle would repeat and they would continue to live and learn and that was as simple as that.
When you got to the gates in Heaven again, it would start all over.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking about all this a lot.
This pun is the sole reason multifandom blogs were invented.
I UNDERSTOOD THAT REFERENCE
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There’s a huge tumblr post going around about the serial killer Delphine LaLaurie who was never caught for what she did, but is no one going to talk about how Nicolas Cage bought her house?
So I saw Frozen, and here are my thoughts on it. [Spoilers]
I thought the first half of the movie was pretty good, but I didn’t really like the emotional “shut everyone out because I’m dangerous” thing. It’s just a personal dislike of mine, but it fit well into the story.
The plot twists and the fact that it ended with a sisterly act of love rather than a romantic act of love really made me happy. I liked the change of pace from past movies.
Elsa was extremely annoying to me in the beginning regarding her attitude, but I did appreciate her character nonetheless. I understood her character, but I didn’t really like her personality. She was still very well done.
Anna was overall my favorite character, being the most relateable to me. I’m not really sure why I liked her so much, but the only thing I didn’t like was watching her energy slowly drain. I guess I’m just not one for that sort of dramatic act, but it was still appropriate anyway.
Hans was a perfect villain and had I not known he was awful from the beginning, I know I never would have seen his shit coming. I actually don’t think he would have necessarily been a terrible king, I mean he was helping all those people. I think he just did something shitty to get what he wanted. It was actually a little realistic.
Kristoff and Anna interacted very well, and I did like how the movie completely destroyed the whole “get married after one day of talking” trope. They were both pretty cute.
Olaf wasn’t typical at all. I loved his character, there was basically nothing I disliked about him.
Sven was also perfect.
So, was it my absolute favorite movie ever forever? Maybe not, but it’s definitely in my top five for sure.
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