dani | late 20s | he/they | ☪️🇧🇦🇺🇲 | 🎼 pro musician
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check my "#sweet babies" tag if you are feeling sad
Her name’s Cynthia Rothrock and you’d better put some respect on it!
she’s part of the old guard of Hong Kong kung fu films where you had to be an honest to god martial artist to play the role correctly. when she started acting in American movies they had to keep telling her to not hit so hard lmao
love watching her sword very carefully and gracefully missing him
Cynthia Rothrock is also the inspiration for Sonya Blade and she started doing work in Hong Kong after Hollywood kept saying there was no room for female action stars.
Cynthia Rothrock is so bad ass and trained her body so much, she defies what a normal body is capable of doing. When she ripped her ACL she turned down the reconstructive therapy because of how much work she had. The doctors told her she wouldn’t be able to walk properly cause her kneecap wouldn’t be held in place anymore. Que their surprise when she walks out, but keeps working without any issues.
Turns out her quadriceps and hamstrings were so strong that they held her kneecap in place even WITHOUT HER ACL. She still hadn’t done so as of 2012 last reported
Let’s watch Cynthia and Oscar winner Michelle Yeoh kick some ass:
Actually I was taught at home that it’s rude to be shitty at other people for no reason, and then some americans decided that this is a radical political ideology.
ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.
I would like you all to view my office. I’m thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me
I’m thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesn’t mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.
GROWING UP DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
the infantilization of color and decoration in the home is so bizarre to me- and such a new phenomenon
the world over, our ancestors painted their homes bright or deep or rich colors for centuries. they brought beautiful textiles into their living spaces, and made their utilitarian objects ornamented, or colorful, or shaped like whimsical things. in all cultures, at all class levels and ages, to the best of their ability. and we’re just supposed to throw away centuries of the basic human desire for beauty and visual interest because some asshole decided like 40 years ago that anything beyond a Pop of Color and an IKEA fake plant was “childish?”
fuck that
i would like to add to this wonderful post that this applies to stuffed animals/plushies too!! if you’re an adult/older teen and you still sleep with plushies, good for you!! i have about eight plushies that i sleep with, i’ve been doing it since i was an infant, fuck the press, and enjoy your giant pit of squishmallows.
I would sell my soul to be able to paint any of my rooms. Landlord Beige and Eggshell are the worst colors. To each their own but the fact that some people have the ability to make their house colorful and then don’t for the sake of like modern minimalism is just mindblowing to me
