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I think that a character like Cosima has value for a number of different reasons. She’s complex and defies a number of stereotypes, but she’s not so far off the rails that her humanness is rendered ridiculous and beyond belief. She’s vulnerable and fallible. She’s an interesting mix of confidence and insecurity. She is neither of all “brains” and objectively clinical, nor all emotion-driven and entirely subjective. She isn’t interesting simply for her sexiness, or sexuality, she’s interesting because she’s complicated and self-contradictory—like all of us. Her personality isn’t blown out of proportion one way or another for the sake of making an easy narrative, or for prescribing particular ways that women should be in the world. And that in itself is valuable for TV. I think this can be said of all the women in Orphan Black, not just this character. They’re difficult characters to produce because they challenge—they aren’t derived from lowest-common-denominator concepts about what constitutes women, scientists, mothers, daughters, lovers, criminals, or Pollyanna tropes. I have to give a LOT of credit to the writers for thinking so critically about how they want to represent these women. And I think there are a number of programs out now that also challenge calcified concepts of what it means to have personal agency, and how this affects women specifically. But it’s not just about women. It’s also about the variability and complexity of humans more generally, and offering different ways to contemplate those things.
Orphan Black Science Consultant Cosima Herter (via acodetojoy)

inexorablyacademic:

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cameralinz:

“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?” The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers. “Yes,” he breathed back. He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up. “He is dead!” Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.

In the end, Voldemort’s fate twice came down to the choice of a woman, a mother.

Rock ‘n roll.

Harry Potter as a series repeatedly tells us never to underestimate a mother’s love. Lilly’s love for Harry nearly killed Voldemort the first time, Narcissa’s love for Draco set him up for his real death, and Voldemort’s greatest general was killed by Molly, a mother who loved all of her children and feared losing any more to the magical war.

Bitches. Get. Stuff. Done.

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loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

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