(1980) Her/She - Fandom on Tumblr since its conception. Has been a fan of many fandoms since the era of Netscape. Age doesn't stop anyone from being a fan. Basically addicted to TV shows, movies, books, food, and fanfiction. Also occasionally dabble with GIFS of her favorite shows
I cannot stress enough to Tumblr staff that they do not need to change the site. Do not try to be like Twitter. Do not try to be like Reddit. Do not alter how this site works.
Tumblr will be the most popular social media site if they continue letting all these other sites implode
Earth’s human population have disappeared since the alien invasion. A group of girls hide at a warehouse where they squabble against each other on what to do to survive until a group of children found them to seek shelter, thinking they are soldiers.
While the girls are reluctant to help as they themselves are clueless and helpless, the leader agreed and pretended to be the soldier the children think they are as they began training themselves and building their own mecha to protect the children.
I said this on my old blog, so it bears repeating on this one: Dale Cooper only exists because Laura Palmer made him. A scared, abused 12 year old little girl, she’s going to do the only thing in her power at that age to cope and conjure an imaginary best friend, a guardian angle, a child’s render of an FBI agent who wants nothing more than to save and protect her. Who singularly lives and breathes the mystery of her trauma and inevitable death.
He’s nothing like a real adult, because he isn’t real at all. He throws rocks at bottles to discern suspects and revels in cherry pie like a kid enjoying dessert. His methods mature over the course of the show—perhaps emulating a maturation of Laura’s understanding of the law—but he ultimately remains absurd and whimsical and the only one who could solve her murder.
There is no Twin Peaks without Laura Palmer and more intimately, there is no Dale Cooper without her, either. From the very start of her suffering, she was trying to cling on, to find a handhold, anything at all. She existed to be murdered, yes, to create this story, but she existed, also, to create her own savior, the only real hand that could finally touch her without hurting her. Even at her eleventh hour, Laura Palmer didn’t die helpless. She did the best she could and, at just 12 years old, she made herself an angel.
First come, first serve. I claimed this url over 8 years ago, just days after he announced his candidacy with the “Mexicans are rapists” speech. I saw the potential and I jumped on it. And here we are.
By now, Donald trump himself could offer me a small payment of a million dollars to delete/hand over this blog, and I would probably reject the offer.
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