Are Fedoras Really That Bad?

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

Dame Maggie Smith

1934-2024

I'm gonna give y'all a hot take here. The main difference I can see is how involved each of them are, and how much they listen to their father.

My Pride & Prejudice hill I will die on is that Lydia and Elizabeth have almost the exact same character flaws, being that they’re both gossipy and judgmental and the only difference is that Elizabeth is a little more subtle about it and less boy crazy but both of those could easily be explained by her being almost six years older. They BOTH fell for Wickham’s charm and the only reason Elizabeth was spared is because Wickham chose not to pursue her, and yet Lydia is often portrayed in adaptations as this horrible audacious brat while Elizabeth is a snarky girlboss.

masculine men do not objectify women. i'm tired of people labeling the shock and discomfort women feel when they hear objectifying talk just us being "sensitive" or "not used to being around real men!!"

masculine men do not objectify women. that is a deeply emasculated, weak, porn-addled, slave-to-sin, ungodly, disrespectful, anti-jesus mentality.

God created masculinity, God gets to define it. God also says it's better to gouge your eye out if you lust after a woman. God also says women are made in His image. God also says we all should be meek. God also says we have a responsibility toward the oppressed.

REAL masculine men do not see women like that. and if that's idealistic and "no men actually are like that", then no men are masculine.

In the moments after Eustace and his cousins stumbled back into Lucy’s guest room, he became uncomfortably aware that everything was different.

Eustace stared down at his arms and found none of the tan he had grown accustomed to seeing. His eyes felt strained and out of focus. It took him nearly a full minute to realize it was because his vision had returned to normal, as though he’d never tasted the waters of the Last Sea. A glance in the mirror on the back of the door revealed that his hair was neatly combed, not ruffled and wind-tossed. There wasn’t a freckle on his face.

Perhaps, Eustace should have been less startled by the physical transformation—after all, it wasn’t nearly as dramatic as his undragoning had been—but if anything, this time there was a greater awareness that came with it. Everything was different, his body seemed to sing.

If he had shaken himself from his private reverie a few moments sooner, perhaps Eustace would have seen the moment when Edmund and Lucy sank down onto the bed in one synchronous motion and wrapped their arms around each other. Lucy shook soundlessly as Edmund twined his fingers into her hair, but she was smiling too.

When Eustace went out of the guest room to shakily make some tea, he stepped over Lucy’s suitcase, which was piled high with light-weight dresses in bright, vibrant colors. He glanced into his own bedroom and saw the stack of books that Edmund had left piled on the dresser. I don’t really know my cousins at all, he thought.

Eustace couldn’t know, in that moment, that Edmund would be lending him favorite books for the rest of their all-too-brief lives. He couldn’t know that Lucy’s Narnian brightness would find its way into his stocking at Christmas this year, and the next, and the next. He couldn’t know that Peter and Professor Digory were waiting for him somewhere in a little study, that they’d give him stories about Narnia and words of Greek with equal enthusiasm in a week’s time.

When he returned to the spare bedroom with three cups of tea, Edmund and Lucy were still wrapped around each other like the cords of a rope. Silently, Eustace put their cups down on the end table and focused hard on feeling different.

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