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I’ve made enough mistakes to fill a book… several books. Okay, fine, a whole shelf. But there’s this thing about making mistakes… you learn a lot from them.
I figure I’m some kind of genius at this point given the “whole shelf of mistakes” thing, and you know the most important thing I have learned?
Always get up.
Captain Marvel (2019) #1
Why I'd Be Kicked Out of The Scooby Gang
Shaggy: Zoinks
Scooby: Ruh-roh
Daphne: Jeepers
Velma: Jinkies
Me: Well fuck
Have you ever thought about how in the Fellowship of the Ring...
In the film’s prologue, Galadriel narrates the forging of the Great Rings. But there’s a really cool hidden message in how the shots are set up… The shots of the elves only show them looking at their rings, nothing else…
The shots of the dwarves only show them looking at their rings, nothing else…
But when we get to the nine rings given to men “who above all else desire power”….the men don’t look at their rings. They look straight into the camera.
And while other shots are composed to make you look at the magic rings, everything in this shot is designed to make sure you look back into the eyes of the man in the center. Why?
Because these men are looking at you, the audience: because you are one of them. It’s a reminder that you are also a member of the race of men, and before you call The Nine weak-willed and evil you must remember that you are just as fallible and could be corrupted by power just as they were…that their flaws are only a dark reflection of your own flaws, and the flaws common to all of mankind
Millennials are not children
So…
The oldest millennials right now are 35. They were born in 1982 and turned 18 in the year 2000.
Gen Z started in the late 90′s or 2000, depending on your opinion.
But for certain, if you were born after 2000, YOU ARE NOT A MILLENNIAL.
The youngest millennials are just about 18 years old right now if you end the Millennial Generation in 2000.
18-35. We are your millennials.
“Younger millennials” are actually Gen Z.
THIS ALL STEMS FROM OUR PARENTS CONTINUING TO INFANTILIZE US.
Millennials are full-grown fucking adults in their twenties and thirties!!!
MILLENNIALS ARE NOT TEENAGERS, MILLENNIALS ARE NOT CHILDREN.
(there is nothing wrong with being a teenager. you’re awesome and great, welcome to Gen Z by the way, also called the iGeneration)
Thissss. No one can really agree when the millennials “end”, but most say between 95-97. Which means that millennials are all over 20, and as a group we’re in the work force now.
Yep, exactly. Millennials aren’t little kids, but the media still treats us that way.
“Millennials” has just become a catchall term for “kids these days” with relation to our coming of age in a different millennium from our parents.
We already have asshole millennials writing shitty anti-millennial thinkpieces. This may be a term that’s mutating beyond its origins.
Millennials Killed Millenialism
Bath Time
House Sparrows (Passer Domesticus) at the Public Gardens.
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My love for the simply beautiful house sparrows knows no bounds
french recipes: if you’re not making this in paris then what’s the point. fuck you
italian recipes: use the left leg meat of a pig from one of three farms in this specific area of tuscany, or from this day my grandmother will begin manifesting physically in your house
american recipes: buy these three cans of stuff and put them in a pan congrats you cooked
chinese recipes, as handed down from mother to child: season it with a pinch of this and some of that. you want to know the exact amount? feel it in your heart. ask the stars. yell into the void.
English recipes: boil and salt it. Okay that’s it enjoy
Greek recipes: You followed all the right steps but this isn’t quite right. I don’t know what to tell you.
Australia recipes: chuck it on the barbie
Latinx recipes: you will never make it better than your abuela, face the facts
Armenian recipes: spend eight days laboring over the stove. the food will be flavorful with the sacrifice of your sanity. no one will appreciate it.
Canadian recipes: It either needs more bacon, more maple syrup, more gravy, or an unholy combination of the three
Polish recipes: you have to toUCH THE DOUGH, FEEL THE PIEROGI IN YOUR HEART, TOUCH IT. LICK IT. SMELL IT.
Every time I see this post, I learn more about how different countries’ cuisines AND neuroses.
Indian recipes: there are 500 cuisines and that means 500 versions of this dish that has 500 spices so gl
ashki jewish recipes: no, no. no. more onion.
internet recipes: here is a heartwarming story about my baby sister’s third birthday that i completely made up, and a copypaste from alton brown.
Irish recipes:
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#thanks: the tweet was highly relatable but the comment was life-changing
Listen, I don’t want to be That Person™ but I’ve made the important and entirely unfortunate discovery that el anillo “ring” is just a diminutive of el ano “anus”
Have fun putting a little anus on your fingers, if you need me I’ll be kinkshaming the entire Spanish language
When you’re assessing a baby and they smile at you
I am genuinely sorry to bother you with this, but I am hoping you can help settle what is becoming a very unpleasant multi-fandom argument-is Crowley canonically gay? Some people feel he is, some people feel he may be bi/pan, but there is quite a lot of nastiness floating around Tumblr aimed at people who wish to write fan fic about Crowley having romantic interest in people other than Aziraphale. Any insight you could offer into these characters would be much appreciated. You're a treasure. <3
I suspect that I’m about to step into something I would be wisest to keep well away from. But what the hell, it’s that time between Christmas and New Year’s. And nobody’s yelled at me over the internet since I said that the TV Aziraphale doesn’t use a cell phone. *
Canonically, which is to say using the text in the book, you don’t get any description of Crowley’s sex life. The only thing the book says is “angels are sexless unless they specifically make an effort”. You can infer, and (more to the point) you can imagine, and lots of people have chosen, not unreasonably, to ship him with Aziraphale, but you are still Making Stuff Up. It could be Making Stuff Up that happens between paragraphs, or Making Stuff Up that isn’t mentioned at all, but it’s still Making Stuff Up.** (And using the kind of eagle-eyed textual analysis that Bible scholars used to decide exactly what a piece of four thousand year old verse definitely meant also counts here as Making Stuff Up.)
Which is the fun of fanfiction, and part of the tradition of fanfiction. As is, I’m afraid, grumbling at people who do not see that your ship is the only true ship, and choose to ship anyone else with anyone else.
If anyone decides that The Relationships in Their Fanfiction Are the Only True Fanfiction, it seems to me they are missing the point. The point is Fanfiction exists so that you can imagine, enjoy and fill in the gaps. The point is that you can change things and have fun with them. And the stories are absolutely true… for you.
The TV series gets deeper into Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship. It’ll be canonical for the TV series, and not canonical for the book.***
If I were to Pronounce on things that are not explicitly stated in the book, I still wouldn’t be telling you if Crowley was Canonically Gay. I would be telling you what I think, because it’s not canon unless it’s in the book. It won’t be TV canon unless it’s on the screen.
So, do not worry what other people think, and do not worry about what they say. These are not things on which people can be right or wrong, or on which anything can be “settled”.
Make fun fanfiction. Enjoy yourself. Make things up. Share them. That’s the point.
*People would only bother him on it. And if anyone gave him one as a present, it would be still be in its box, on the same shelf as the still-unboxed Kindle.
**Which was what Terry and I did when we wrote the book. And what I had to do for the TV scripts when I needed to take the story into places the book hadn’t covered.
***They don’t contradict each other, but there is territory covered by the TV series that isn’t covered by the book, particularly about Crowley and Aziraphale in bygone years. Also the Present Day in the book is probably the early 1990s, and the Present Day in the TV series is 2019ish, although 11 years ago in the book wasn’t particularly 1978, and 11 years ago on TV is post-ubiquitous cellphones but pre-smartphones.
Accept the fact that you will grow apart from people you’ve had significant relationships with. Understand when someone no longer positively affects your life. Let them go. Don’t hinder your growth.
I really needed to see this this morning
#this entire scene is a fucking masterpiece #the building tension in Barbossa’s cabin #the strings in the score rising ominously #and then the entire movie turns on a /dime/ #‘oh okay’ #I remember thinking #‘fucking GHOST PIRATES’ #it drops from historical swashbuckler to fantasy swashbuckler in one set piece #in which the rules for how the crew work are given to you purely in visuals #and you get to see that sharp difference between horror-horror and fun horror #because this scene genuinely terrifies Elizabeth #and delights /you/ #instead of being awful for both of you #god it’s just so neatly done and raises the stakes for the film and puts everything into context and adds depth to the characters #and comes as a complete surprise #this is all the things you want in a set piece #we should all aspire to storytelling so economical #(incidentally so should THE SEQUELS #christ) (via wizzard890)
The world’s tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it.
Suggestion: The dragon’s definition of “steal” is somewhat loose. It still allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands–but on one condition: the dragon must be with it at all times.
They become a familiar sight in the marketplace.
“Here’s your change, ma'am. One gold piece.” The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin.
“That’s a dragon,” you say dumbly. “One piece… and a dragon.”
“Yes.”
You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl.
“Ma'am–no, ma'am, you have to take the dragon, too.”
“Sorry?”
The seller notes your dubious expression. “Not from around here, are ya?” They shrug. “Them’s the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon.”
They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand.
The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.
“Have a nice day, ma'am,” the merchant says. “Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel.”
From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill.
Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching his coin like a teddy bear.
Iridescence
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