also if you ever see me ranting/venting about something, i can promise you i am not creeped out or upset by you liking the post. if you like one of my negative posts, i will always take it as support. i know you arent liking my suffering. if anything, i prefer it when people like my vent posts, because then i feel less alone.
I went to see les mis at the queen’s theater yesterday bc I was in Londonand and it was AMAZING i cried so mUCH. SO MUCH. Enjolras and Grantaire killed me. I saw the show last year with a different cast and it was already intense but this time… They really show their relationship and it’s TERRIBLE I CRIED SO MUCH.
So this was my absolute favourite moment in Mad Max: Fury Road.
Max can’t make the shot. Tries, fails, tries, fails, and there’s only one more bullet left.
No belittling, no defensiveness, no shaming from either of them. It’s just the best person for the job. He hands the rifle over to her, without discussion, to do what she’s good at in the critical moment, and does what he can to support her success – acts as a motionless prop for her shot.
Equals. Respecting each other’s skills. Relying on each other.
If this is madness we could do with a little more of it.
“I love that character,” I say as I come up with upsetting headcanons for them. “Absolutely adore them,” I tell you as I bunny up sad story ideas for them. “They’re my favorite,” I sigh as I pick the most depressing songs for a playlist for them.
“I just want them to be happy,” I insist as I write horribly angsty oneshots centered around their misery.
Disability in the Dystopian Future of Mad Max: Fury Road
Where I write about my two favorite things: our dystopian future and media representation!
(edited to add: note also, the enduring leg brace, from
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Alan blames his desire to sail through space on John. When John was twelve years old and super close to his newest baby brother, little Alan used to beg John to take him stargazing. They’d go every time John was home between school and space cadet camp, and they’d stay in a little tent and toast marshmallows over a campfire while they waited for darkness to descend. They’d stay out, just the two of them, under the stars, and Alan sits in John’s lap and makes up funny stories about all the constellations that John can name and John tells him all about his dreams to become an astronaut, just like their Daddy. Which is when Alan decides he wants to be an astronaut too (and fly cool things like spaceships) so he and his big brother can always watch the stars together.