I want one of those scenes in a dude bro film where “tomboy” chick has to wear a dress to go undercover or whatever, but instead of the guys drooling as she walks down the stairs, they’re like “k. U need to stop. Go put the cargo pants back on. You look super uncomfortable and awkward in that. Brutus, you go be the fake prostitute.”
I’m just imagining this super ripped guy called Brutus being like ‘YESSS!!! I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE THE FAKE PROSTITUTE!! Now is my time to shine!!’
when women insert idealized versions of themselves into fiction we disdain those characters as “Mary Sues” but when Lord Byron does it we call it a “Byronic hero” and spend two hundred years swooning over dickbags
I’d post that Kate Beaton comic about the Brontës here if I weren’t on my phone
It’s the little *clenches* that seals it as hilarious. 😀
I like the idea that everyone in Wakanda sees Sam Wilson and thinks, “He’s so smart, handsome, and heroic; clearly he has Wakandan in him” and T’Challa’s like “If he lets me take him to dinner he certainly could.”
GOING TO SEE BLACK PANTHER TONIGHT, I AM VERY EXCITE.