Easily the most horrifying line of dialogue I’ve ever heard in an animated movie.
NO BUT THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD GODDAMN MOVIE LIKE THE MUSIC IS FUN AND SUPERB THE CHARACTERS WERE REAL PEOPLE EVEN THE ANTAGONISTS THE WOMEN WERE GREAT IT WAS ALL GREAT. IT DOESNT MATTER IF YOURE JEWISH, CHRISTIAN, MUSLIM, ATHEIST, WHATEVER ELSE IT DOESNT MATTER ITS SUCH A GOOD MOVIE AND ITS LITERALLY ONLY 90 MINUTES OF YOUR DAY AND EXPERIENCE THIS HERE JUST CLICK IT LITERALLY IT WILL OPEN IN A NEW TAB GO WATCH.
also can we point out that none of the characters were white? like damn accurate depictions of Biblical characters
I reblog every time Prince of Egypt comes up because holy fuck this movie is so good.
"Image Credit: Carol Rossetti
When Brazilian graphic designer Carol Rossetti began posting colorful illustrations of women and their stories to Facebook, she had no idea how popular they would become.
Thousands of shares throughout the world later, the appeal of Rosetti’s work is clear. Much like the street art phenomenon Stop Telling Women To Smile, Rossetti’s empowering images are the kind you want to post on every street corner, as both a reminder and affirmation of women’s bodily autonomy.
"It has always bothered me, the world’s attempts to control women’s bodies, behavior and identities," Rossetti told Mic via email. "It’s a kind of oppression so deeply entangled in our culture that most people don’t even see it’s there, and how cruel it can be."
Rossetti’s illustrations touch upon an impressive range of intersectional topics, including LGBTQ identity, body image, ageism, racism, sexism and ableism. Some characters are based on the experiences of friends or her own life, while others draw inspiration from the stories many women have shared across the Internet.
"I see those situations I portray every day," she wrote. "I lived some of them myself."
Despite quickly garnering thousands of enthusiastic comments and shares on Facebook, the project started as something personal — so personal, in fact, that Rossetti is still figuring out what to call it. For now, the images reside in albums simply titled “WOMEN in english!" or "Mujeres en español!" which is fitting: Rossetti’s illustrations encompass a vast set of experiences that together create a powerful picture of both women’s identity and oppression.
One of the most interesting aspects of the project is the way it has struck such a global chord. Rossetti originally wrote the text of the illustrations in Portuguese, and then worked with an Australian woman to translate them to English. A group of Israeli feminists also took it upon themselves to create versions of the illustrations in Hebrew. Now, more people have reached out to Rossetti through Facebook and offered to translate her work into even more languages. Next on the docket? Spanish, Russian, German and Lithuanian.
It’s an inspiring show of global solidarity, but the message of Rossetti’s art is clear in any language. Above all, her images celebrate being true to oneself, respecting others and questioning what society tells us is acceptable or beautiful.
"I can’t change the world by myself," Rossetti said. "But I’d love to know that my work made people review their privileges and be more open to understanding and respecting one another."”
From the site: All images courtesy Carol Rossetti and used with permission. You can find more illustrations, as well as more languages, on her Facebook page.
This is so beautiful.
Every single panel makes me so happy.
I am so glad there was the high heel one, people always tell me I can’t wear heels, because I’m already near 6 feet tall. Thats just what i needed to hear!
I take my time. Stretches and long breaths. Sitting in silence. Sitting with music. Stretching out in my back. Solo coffee dates. Lone walks. Cups of tea. Classic movies. Ben & Jerry’s. Stretching out on my back in the grass with a book. People. The right people. Laughter. High vibrations.
And you. How beautiful it is to know a soul that stays in sync with mine while taking long and deliciously relaxing breaths.
I take my time with you. I can sit in silence and just exist with you. Stretched out on my back with you. Coffee dates in intimate cafes with you. Long walks through charming neighborhoods with you. Cups of warm chai with you. Watching classic movies with you. Sharing my favorite flavor of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream with you. Stretching out on my back reading good books in fields of green grass with you. Enjoying company with you. Laughing with you. Going higher with you.
I’ll be sitting down in front of a desk a pen and a piece of paper and finally reflecting in a new room having jet lag like a bitch after all my senses have been viciously attacked at the same damn time and my stomach is crying Why the fuck are you on this new shit and I’m once again getting used to sharing space with strangers all for the sake of finding something profound in a new land and in my own self with my feet on foreign soil.
Before 2015 I’ll be writing my first love letter from India.
BUT DO PPL NOT REALIZE HOW REVOLUTIONARY IT WAS TO HAVE A QUIRKY, ALTERNATIVE BLACK GIRL ON A FAMILY SHOW IN THE 80S/90S?
LIKE DENISE STAYED ON SOME OTHER SHIT AND CLIFF AND CLAIRE WOULD SIDE-EYE HER BUT THEY WOULD ALWAYS LET HER WEAR DIFFERENT SHIT AND DO DIFFERENT SHIT AND JUST BE HERSELF AND NOW EVERY GIRL IN BROOKLYN LOOKS LIKE HER AND I LOVE IT
Keith Richards, Tina Turner and David Bowie in NYC.
An Ode to the Black Jesus Aesthetic
The real classic beauties. Ain’t no movement yet for your type of natural and there never will be. Because this world is so diseased that it went blind and cain’t recognize the divine. Especially when it’s melanated.
See this world wants to act like it don’t know nothin’ about grace. The grace in the locs that cascade over your shoulders or the labyrinth of kinks that you wear so gloriously. Nah, the world really be playin’. Playin dumb like it don’t know that you’ve been here since the beginning, son of Shango.
\I’ll follow you to the ancient worlds in your eyes. Eyes that wear a whole lotta time but never grow old.
Damn. Your hands are strong enough to carry the revolution but gentle enough to trace the outline of the Nile on the inside of my thighs. And your skin looks as rich as Pitch Lake. I wanna dive in and be healed like oooh yes. Jah bless!
Yes, I need that peace of mind! I mean a piece of your mind. I want you to lay proverbs before me like a trail of flowers to follow for all my days.
***STILL IN PROGRESS***