Sensitive White Boy On A Quest For Truth

Gwenvid Week - Day 3

Singing

Inspired by @zippybot’s post.

“Smile, goddammit — I’m fine. I- … I’m … fine.”

Gwen was no stranger to overhearing David’s smile exercises in the morning. She’d mostly just tuned it out, and he’d finally given up on trying to get her to join him in “starting the day with a positive attitude!”

The choked wet gasp of breath, the quiet muttered, “Pull yourself together, for pete’s sake” — those were new. And troubling. Gwen immediately redirected her path, ducking into their shared bathroom as quietly as possible.

He was hunched over the bathroom sink, one hand braced against the cheap oxidizing metal edge of the basin and the other covering his eyes. His shoulders were shaking. Everything was shaking. The sniffling half-strangled whimpers were louder in here, punctuated by murmured berations that were wobbly and filled with loathing and so completely not David.

“Stupid, stupid — !”

“David?” He jerked upright, swiping at his face with his sleeve and giving her a trembling smile that was about as convincing as their half-assed Science Camp. For a second they just looked at each other, him trying valiantly to look like he wasn’t having a breakdown in the middle of the bathroom and her trying to figure out what the fuck to do about it. Finally she just held out her arms with an awkward half-smile. “Want a hug?”

There was a split second of indecision on his face, where she could see his love of hugs warring with the fact that he knew she didn’t like them. But hell, she was offering … He was across the room in two long-legged steps, crushing her to his chest and burying his face in her hair with a sob. His grip was suffocating, as usual, but for once it didn’t feel like he was trying to break her in half to suffuse joy into her like osmosis.

This time, she felt like the only thing keeping David standing.

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so apparently that final montage in Barbie are videos of mothers, daughters, sisters, and friends of the crew?! No, I am not crying.

At my theater, I literally saw a group of 9 women all dressed like fairy princesses, and they sat behind me and they laughed and giggled the loudest and held hands and when the movie ended, they screamed and shouted and applauded.

And it was beautiful.

I felt like every adult woman in my theater was 10 years old again, bashing their Barbies together with their friends and wearing glitter on their cheeks.

We're more of a clump.

magic system where “dark magic” and “light magic” are literal terms - dark magic consumes photons, making an area around the spell visibly darker, sometimes to an Extreme extent, and light magic releases photons.

because of this most dark mages tend to work in very brightly-lit areas (either artificial light or outside in the daytime) to fuel their spells and wear and use lightly coloured clothes and tools so that they’re easier to see in the dimness their spells create, whereas light mages wear heavy, sometimes leaden robes (depending on the work being done) and the magical equivalent of welding masks to protect themselves from what can be an extreme amount of light, and sometimes other kinds of electromagnet radiation!

needless to say this is incredibly confusing for anyone unfamiliar with the culture

This week’s episode was so good…

My favorite part about seeing the Barbie movie is how much fun everyone had with it.

There was so much pink

Everywhere

People dressed up, the color coordinated. There was a pink balloon arch by the door and the concession stand had Barbie ballon’s. The employees wore pink shirts and sunglasses.

During the movie the audience was thoroughly engaged people laughed, a lot. Hearing everyone react to the little nods and jokes was so fun. The whole theater had a sense of community that isn’t very common anymore.

It was just fun

THIS IS LATE BUT STILL WORTH IT !!!

Bottle rocket under ice

and then they adopted each other and lived happily ever after, the end (HA)

so yeah, go watch Nimona, it's great