My heart can’t possibly break, when it wasn’t even whole to start with
HE WAS GOING TO DIE AND HE USED HIS REMAINING STRENGTH TO FREE HER… THIS IS HOW YOU OTP
YOUR OTP COULD NEVER
I often see things online about how Eugene should have waited to be saved, then cut her hair, or that he shouldn’t have cut as much, etc. but I feel like those people are missing the entire point.
Ok first of all, Eugene had waited for Rapunzel to heal him, who knows what would have happened, because Mother Gothel could have come and taken her away immediately. He instead makes the selfless decision with the little bit of strength that he has, to risk his own life in order to save Rapunzel. But more importantly: Eugene was selfish his entire life - mainly because nobody was ever looking out for him. He grew up poor and in an orphanage, so he had to be selfish in order to survive, which is why he turned to thieving. This moment is the moment where everything changes. It is the one time in his life that he puts someone else first.
Second: The symbolism behind the fact that he cuts her hair should tell you everything. All of Rapunzel’s life the only person who she ever knew to love her, didn’t actually love her, but she loved her hair. Gothel was always shown looking, talking to and kissing Rapunzel’s hair, and not really ever Rapunzel herself. Eugene, on the other hand, fell in love with Rapunzel the PERSON. He saw her as another human being, and he saw her heart. That is why he cut her hair - her hair didn’t matter to him because the magic was INSIDE her. He knew that and thus knew that even as he died, she would live a happy life because of how beautiful she is on the inside.
This just in: he’s figured out where the laser comes from.
i think it’s so neat that everyone develops their own unique handwriting even though we’re all taught to write our letters the same way really it’s so cool
remember the girlie girl vs. tomboy turf war growing up man 2000 wasnt safe
It has come to my attention that a lot of people haven’t played this game so pay attention:
Grab a friend and tie your hands as the following picture shows
Now try getting yourselves
freewell maybe not free but apart from each other, so that the ropes aren’t tangled together, without opening the knots or otherwise removing the rope from around your wrists. It is possible.
im sorry friend but your arm must go
this girl ripped her galaxy leggings today and i couldnt stop laughing because there was a rip in the fabric of space
i just heard the most intense scream in my kitchen so i got up to see what was wrong and my 11 year old sister was on the floor cuddling a bag of potato chips and i said dude whats wrong and she yelled ”THEYRE STALE. WHY DOES THE WOLRD HATE ME? I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO DESERVE THIS”
is that a watermelon on the floor
no its her sister omg dont be so rude
can joe please go back to the bleach blonde but keep the long curly hair
#I WILL FUDGING KILL YOU
#Looks like somebody owes a nickel to the swear jar
okay woWIE YOU GUYS REALLY NEED TO WATCH THIS BECAUSE PANTENE DID A COMMERCIAL ABOUT HOW SHIT LABELS AGAINST WOMEN ARE AND ITS JUST SO GREAT WOWIE
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.