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Not today Justin
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we're not kids anymore.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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That’s how she looked
I adore her. She poisoned their soup (she was working in the cantine and was forced to serve the occupying nazis) and ATE the same soup to proove her innocence. Then she rushed home to her grandma who gave her a whole jar of milk to drink and throw up.
lmao she shot the interrogator with his own gun. and she was a member of a resistance movement named Young Avengers.
she was 17. teenage girls are so fucking hardcore
SHE WAS AN AVENGER
ZACHARY LEVI for Sharp Magazine (2019), ph. Leigh Keily
Ok, but… #5. #5 is doing things to me. @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan
I have nothing to prove to you.
i don’t want to achieve equality by sinking to men’s level, i want them to get on ours! why should i have to unlearn the conversational art of waiting my turn, unlearn sexual self-restraint, unlearn trust in others’ good intentions, unlearn the impulse to cater to others’ needs, just to have a chance at success among savages? why can’t the men learn some fucking manners so we can all conduct our affairs in a civilized manner? i shouldn’t have to stop saying sorry, you say sorry!
In the 80s when I was in my freshman year in college, they still had entirely separate mens and women’s dorms. I was in class waiting for a final to start and one of the guys was telling someone about how he had had to go into a women’s dorm to drop something off, and he was startled to see posters on the walls, flowers, curtains, etc. He said his men’s dorm had holes in the walls, things on fire, fights, guys walking around with open wounds and he just didn’t understand why they had to live like this. He said, “I want to live with the women, in civilization.”
Am reading Sisterhood of Spies, about women working for the OSS during WWII. One of the stories mentions that the women in London had a male visitor who would eat in their mess hall once a month. He was married and wasn’t interested in hitting on any of the women; he just wanted to eat in an atmosphere where people said “Please pass the butter,” instead of “PASS THE GODDAMNED GREASE”
I dated a guy who brought me along on group activities (movies, video game night, etc.) with four or five other male friends. Once I mentioned to one of the other guys that I hoped I wasn’t intruding on their “guy time” or some such. He got this sort of rueful look and said, “The truth is, I really like it when you’re here because it gives us a reason to act better. When it’s just guys, we all have to try to outdo each other with how vile we are.”
So the moral of these stories are men don’t even treat each other like human beings.
Me to my 6-year-old son: “You seem to like playing with the girls at school more than the boys. Why do you think that is?”
6-year-old son: “Sometimes I just don’t want to be pushed. It hurts and is mean. And the girls always pretend to be princesses or fun animals and stuff when they have tea parties. The boys just dump the tea all over the place. That’s just stupid and I don’t like wasting all that tea. It takes forever to make.”
Me: “Wow, I can understand why you’d rather play with the girls. The boys seem like they’re kind of rough.”
6-year-old son: “And when I play with the girls they make me the king because none of the other boys want to play tea party.”
Me: “Do you like being the king?”
6-year-old son: “Not really – I’d rather be a wizard, but it makes Georgia and Vivian happy.”
“Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?” Dumbledore asked calmly.
The word ‘calmly’ can hold different meanings in different circumstances. If you were to pass someone a bucket of water calmly when their house was burning down, it could suggest that you were the sort of brave individual who was always prepared to combat the sources of arson when they occur. If you were to ask a nervous bank teller to fill a sack with money while calmly pointing a gun at their head, it might mean that you were the kind of villainous person who practiced such odious and criminal activities on a regular basis. Or if, like me, you were to sit calmly typing the next chapter of your chronicle in the lives of some unfortunate young children, while all around you the kitchen of the reputable restaurant that you were hiding in was slowly filling with sand, it would indicate that you have a life that is often filled with peril and misfortune, and that you were bound by duty to complete your task, no matter how miserable.
Of course, the word ‘calmly’ is never used to indicate a person flying into a rage and shouting your words angrily. ‘Angrily’ is in fact an antonym of ‘calmly’, an antonym being a word with entirely the opposite meaning of the original, such as ‘villain’ and ‘volunteer’, ‘birthday party’ and ‘tragic fire’, or ‘author’ and ‘happy person’.
Now, obviously, a well-read and distinguished director of cinema would never mistake a word with its antonym. That would be preposterous, a word which here means ‘create an incredibly out of character scene and confuse the audience.’
Did you just Lemony Snicket “Calmly™”
Thor and T'Challa biggest arc parallels.
Superhusbands AU
Steve: THE MICROWAVE IS ON FIRE!
Tony: PETER! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!
Peter: In my defense, I only wanted to make hot chocolate.
Tony: So you thought that putting a jar of nutella in the microwave with a spoon was the way to do it!?
Peter, nervously: Self stirring hot chocolate?
Me, if Thanos so much as breathes in the general direction of my favourite characters:
Me: “Just one more episode and then I’ll do what I need to do.”
Me: *me at 3am after finishing the season finale and noticing that my work didn’t somehow do itself*
Can we talk about how mystified Erik sounded when T’Challa offered to heal him though? It was brief, but he genuinely both looked and sounded confused. His brows immediately furrowed and he turned his head slowly as if in awe and unable to wrap his head around the suggestion. As if he was asking “Why wouldn’t you want me dead? I’ve killed so many people, your people. Would’ve stabbed your sister in the face. Why in the world would you give me a second chance? How could you even think of giving me a second chance?” Erik’s character is one that doesn’t know forgiveness. Okoye was right when she said his heart is full of hatred. It is, and it’s probably all he’s felt for a very long time. Erik certainly wouldn’t, hasn’t, shown T’Challa the same compassion. Losing what you love is the worst feeling imaginable, inexcusable. T’Challa, whose felt similar loss, some by Erik’s own doing, still offers him a hand despite everything where Erik would never even think of providing. Mercy he can’t imagine showing.
It’s brief, but the delivery of that one line spoke so many other things to me (about both Erik and T’Challa) that I really wish the writers would have left Erik’s dialogue there and force T’Challa to answer the question: “Why?”
T’challa: this is your last chance, surrender now so we can settle this another way
Killmonger:
