A part-time geek, and a full time loser.
It features a strong female friendship. One of the more ill-conceived plot lines of the first two seasons was the love triangle between Korra, Mako, and Asami. But just because Korra and Asami were into the same guy, that didn’t mean they resented one another. In fact, the two ended up bonding over their shared romantic history and by Season Three, they became a power pair. And their talents perfectly complement one another: Korra represents the traditional world of spiritualism and bending while Asami represents the technological future.
So it’s fun to watch them fight and solve problems together. But beyond that, it’s satisfying to watch these two very different women support one another, teach one another, and laugh together, forming a stronger bond than either had with their shared ex-boyfriend."
Louboutins are redefining the “nude” pump— now available in five shades. Great initiative!
Thank you Christian Louboutin.
This is so important.
Yes, thank you for making more shoes literally none of us will ever be able to afford.
Fashion trickles down though. When a high-end designer like Christian Louboutin acknowledges that there should be variety in “nude” pumps, it will invariably be copied by cheaper and more accessible brands. This is a huge, positive thing.
This scene is SO important. Maleficent is with someone she trusts, someone she considers a friend. And then the next thing she knows, she wakes up in pain, bleeding, with her wings burned off. A huge part of her has been destroyed.
Rape is so prominent in our culture that it is in a Disney movie. Maybe not explicitly, but it is very clear what this scene represents and it is so sad.
I fucking cried my eyes out during this scene
AJ even confirmed that this is what this scene was a metaphor for (x) - just because i saw someone say today that this is not what this scene is about
'We were very conscious that it was a metaphor for rape': The actress explained how the scene in which her character has her wings ripped off her body while in a drug-induced sleep had to be something 'so violent and aggressive' that it would make her 'lose all sense of her maternity, her womanhood and her softness'
when a man violates a woman, he cuts off her wings.
His arms tightened around me and one of the stroking hands dipped lower, beginning to inch my skirt upward. Clearly the thrill of the fight was being transmuted into a different kind of excitement.
'Jamie! Not here!' I said, squirming away and pushing my skirt down again.
'Are ye tired, Sassenach?' he asked with concern. 'Dinna worry, I won't take long.' Now both hands were at it, rucking the heavy fabric up in front.
'No!' I replied, all too mindful of the twenty men lying a few feet away. 'I'm not tired, it's just -' I gasped as his groping hand found its way between my legs.
'Lord,' he said softly. 'It's slippery as waterweed.'
'Jamie! There are twenty men sleeping right next to us!' I shouted in a whisper.
'They wilna be sleeping long, if you keep talking.' He rolled on top of me, pinning me to the rock. His knee wedged between my thighs and began to work gently back and forth. Despite myself, my legs were beginning to loosen. Twenty-seven years of propriety were no match for several hundred thousand years of instinct. While my mind might object to being taken on a bare rock next to several sleeping soldiers, my body plainly considered itself the spoils of war and was eager to complete the formalities of surrender. He kissed me, long and deep, his tongue sweet and restless in my mouth.
'Jamie,' I panted. He pushed his kilt out of the way and pressed my hand against him.
'Bloody Christ,' I said, impressed despite myself. My sense of propriety slipped another notch.
'Fighting gives ye a terrible cockstand, after. Ye want me, do ye no?' he said, pulling back a little to look at me. It seemed pointless to deny it, what with all the evidence to hand. He was hard as a brass rod against my bared thigh.
"Er . . yes . . but …"
He took a firm grip on my shoulders with both hands.
'Be quiet, Sassenach,' he said with authority. 'It isna going to take verra long.'
It didn’t. I began to climax with the first powerful thrust, in long racking spasms. I dug my fingers hard into his back and held on biting the fabric of his shirt to muffle any sounds."
How the raid really ended.