the eyes of someone who just vomited carry a vulnerable acceptance to grief only known in portraits of saints
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the eyes of someone who just vomited carry a vulnerable acceptance to grief only known in portraits of saints
Finished the whole anime series and all the movies, so the only thing to do now really is read the manga.
I found a folder on my phone that said "BSP tweets" and here are its contents
Not all tweets, though, so off to a deceptive start
Draco:
Hermione:
Theo:
Evan Almighty (2007)
It's my 14 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Then bring me luck
the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work
Trusting in you, potato
That time in which Mamrie, Grace, and Hannah absolutely NAIL it.
The notes.
this is probably like, one of those forever reblog situations
this is not the first time i am reblogging this..and it wont be the last for sure PREACH
You’re in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself.
Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous.
I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years, and then she wasn’t scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters… I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying! I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte’s bed. Across the room underneath Daniel’s crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again. “I’m not afraid of you monster!” She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and… She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me. “Move. Over!” Charlotte hisses at me. I do. The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn’t afraid of any of my monsters; she’s afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. “What the…” I cut Francis’s next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. “If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity.” I promise to him. As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling.” Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed.
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this is so stupid *hits reblog*
Peak comedy
fuck you for making me read this
EXTRAORDINARY (2023)
Extraordinary 1.02 — Magic Bullets
Me and my gf were talking abt good castings for Sir Walter Elliot and she suggested Jack Black and I was like "Jack Black could do any Bennet. Jack Black could do ALL the Bennets" so now my ideal P+P has Jack Black as the entire Bennet family, or at least Mrs. Bennet
Further thoughts on Jack Black as Mrs. Bennet
He is not in drag.
He is wearing a dress and a bonnet.
He is the only one who seems unaware/does not acknowledge that the 5 Bennet sisters are obviously adopted
bonus points if they're cast race-blind so they're OBVIOUSLY adopted
It's played straight that Jack Black was a renowned beauty in his day, which is how he snared a genteel husband
He is the only cast member not required to do a British accent
He is in fact encouraged to do a bad British accent but only sometimes
The bonnet that Jack Black wears is possibly the most ostentatious bonnet anyone has ever seen HOWEVER
Each time the camera cuts away and back, Jack Black is wearing a different bonnet.
A significant portion of the costume budget should go towards Jack Black's various bonnets
Mr. Bennet can wear the same outfit for the entire film that's in character for him
The changing bonnet gag is absolutely key to this film
@canolaaoil
[ID: tags reading "every time they cut back it's a different bonnet BUT it gets bigger each time" end ID]
YOU GET IT
Im WEEPING
@seatidesofthesoul you are one of several people tumblr has just decided I can’t message 🥲 but you definitely need to see this lol
@thebibliosphere
Every scene where Mary is implied to be playing the piano poorly is now replaced with her absolutely shredding the keys while Mrs Bennet stands swaying in the crowd with a candle held aloft.
I love how this makes mr bennet, like, even more useless. And mrs bennet knows this.
They're ADOPTED KIDS, sir, your estate is entailed to the MALE LINE, has it occured to you to ADOPT A BOY
and the bennets do not have the income for five children and bennet doesn't even like half his kids and THEY'RE ADOPTED
THEY COULD HAVE JUST NOT
THEY COULD HAVE ADOPTED A BOY
mrs bennet's poor, poor nerves
Thank u for pointing this out and also giving me the idea of like. They DID adopt a boy baby but she transed her gender at some point and they're like "guess the estate is going to a cousin now :/" bc they're not gonna REJECT their DAUGHTER and it's never "revealed" which Bennet sister is the trans one. Could be any of them. No one comments on it except for when Mr. Collins says what a ..... Shame? It is that they didn't have a boy (phrased very carefully like he's been briefed NOT to mention that the girls are adopted) and Mrs. Bennet is like, "well we THOUGHT we did but things change, you know, and sometimes one must simply adjust. And then purchase more dresses."
[ID: 2 characters from Pride and Prejudice wearing large bonnets edited to have Jack Black's face /End ID]
Absolute crack. I love it.
This is the only thing that will finally make me watch P+P
I’ve seen the Ursula K LeGuin quote about capitalism going around, but to really appreciate it you have to know the context.
The year is 2014. She has been given a lifetime achievement award from the National Book Awards. Neil Gaiman puts it on her neck in front of a crowd of booksellers who bankrolled the event, and it’s time to make a standard “thank you for this award, insert story here, something about diversity, blah blah blah” speech. She starts off doing just that, thanking her friends and fellow authors. All is well.
Then this old lady from Oregon looks her audience of executives dead in the eye, and says “Developing written material to suit sales strategies in order to maximize corporate profit and advertising revenue is not the same thing as responsible book publishing or authorship.”
She rails against the reduction of her art to a commodity produced only for profit. She denounces publishers who overcharge libraries for their products and censor writers in favor of something “more profitable”. She specifically denounces Amazon and its business practices, knowing full well that her audience is filled with Amazon employees. And to cap it off, she warns them: “We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art. Very often in our art, the art of words.”
Ursula K LeGuin got up in front of an audience of some of the most powerful people in publishing, was expected to give a trite and politically safe argument about literature, and instead told them directly “Your empire will fall. And I will help it along.”
We stan an icon.
I never knew the whole quote or its circumstances. Lord she was amazing.
“We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art. Very often in our art, the art of words.” – Ursula K LeGuin
@deadcatwithaflamethrower
That right up there is the essential style of the woman who radicalized me. :) It was a privilege to share the planet with her, though (to my great regret) we never met.
I wasn’t surprised. She’d sent me an email the week before, where she said
Dear Neil
Heroism isn’t exactly my thing, so please just look at me as your fellow writer, OK? Two grunts in the great war of Art against Insentience, or something.
Anyhow, yes, I did have a question:
I’m told I have 3 to 5 minutes to say thanks. Having sat through 5-minute thankyou speeches that seemed to last 3 hours, I thought I’d enliven the gratitude with some very brief remarks about (for one thing) the big publishers’ practice of grossly overcharging public libraries for ebooks, limiting access, etc. I know you’re a true library lion. So I wanted to check if you’d welcome this, & if so we could maybe kind of strike the same note – or at least tell you, so that if I do say some things that our publishers will perceive as ungrateful, subversive, unladylike, etc., it won’t take you by surprise.
very best wishes
Ursula
(And because I suppose some people might want to know what I replied, I said,
Dear Ursula,
I’m very happy to be a fellow grunt in the war.
I think that anything you want to say is going to be good, because you mean it. I don’t think chiding publishers etc is out of place from a public platform - it may even change things - and the world of five (or is it four?) monstrous huge international publishers us not the one either of us grew up with. (I’m with one giant in the UK, another in the US, in each case because they engulfed and devoured my original publisher.)
And we neither of us got where we are, or indeed, anywhere, by toeing any party line.
Love
Neil)
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An Actual Real Person my Dad knew. Pretty sure he worked as a bush guide. When someone asked the time he’d pull off his hat - some kind of broad brim - and use to take a few measurements of the sun’s position relative to the horizon. Then he’d declare the time.
He was accurate to the minute.
Fvvdvddsfdssdhnvfh you get back here and say this to the rest of the crew
We should all seek justice, justice for all.
#RemoveTheWall
I love this, have never seen it with four panels…
It is worth noting that not all problems are 100% socially constructed, and therefore this conception of justice is not always an option. For example, you can strive to reduce disability stigma, and you can give the disabled better healthcare, but people with incurable denegenerative diseases who experience chronic pain and deteriorating health are still going to experience unfair suffering, and the only way to truly fully "remove the cause of the inequality" is to literally invent a miracle cure. I'm reminded of that post talking about how X-Men is the perfect metaphor for leftist infighting, like that scene from the movie (was it X2? X3?) where Storm says "we don't need a cure; there's nothing wrong with us" to Rogue, the girl who literally can't touch people without killing them. I'm concerned people will look at this graphic and leave with the takeaway that pursuing equity is a waste of time, and the only thing that really matters is eradicating the root cause. Because as important as it is to, for example, fund scientific research to find a cure chronic fatigue syndrome, it is just as important, perhaps more important, to make sure that, until such time as we are able to discover that cure, we ensure people with chronic fatigue syndrome are getting as much support as it is possible to give them. My point is, it's not a matter of equity vs. justice. Pursuing justice is not better and more ethical than pursuing equity. We need to work towards solving the root problem, but that can take a really long time, time people who are suffering don't necessarily have, so we also need to improve quality of life for people who can't afford to wait that long. We need equity AND justice. We need to strive for BOTH.
One would serve. I would not blind you.
“I think he sees it as his duty, by proxy of being Alicent’s sworn protector, to protect these boys. He’s been very close to a father figure to them.” - Fabian Frankel