âYou were distressingly right! Thatâs why we shared it in an interview on the internet.âÂ
âYouâre practically me already anyway, Iâm so proud of you. You and Scarlett. Anthonyâs on his own path, but heâll come around in the end.â
âChris is trying!âÂ
âStealing my sunglasses and doing fun photoshoots with me is trying, I suppose.âÂ
âWell, not everyone can be you or me.â
âItâs so true, and so sad, Sebastian.â
[RDJ Advises Chris Evans Sebastian Stan on his Life Choices]
theyâre probably already planning a sequel-sequel trilogy⌠how many star wars saga films are there gonna be ?? is it gonna be like 2080 and weâre all crawling out of our nursing homes to see disneys new release of anakinâs great-great-great grandkids fucking up
Iâm still somewhat convinced that someone sold their soul to create the special effects in Jurassic Park because that shit is over 20 years old and it still really, really holds up, better than the stuff in a lot of current movies, even.
Literally see this post flying around with a few different responses added to the bottom each time so Iâll say it for this one myself:
THEY ACTUALLY BUILT A GIANT MASSIVELY DETAILED FUCKING ANIMATRONIC T-REX FOR ALL OF THIS THATâS WHY THE EFFECTS ARE SO GOOD. CAUSE IT AINâT CGI. AND IT AINâT GUY IN A COSTUME. ITâS A BIG FUCKING ROBOT DINOSAUR. AND EVERY PART IS DESIGNED TO MOVE. IT COST LIKE HALF THE BUDGET OF THE FILM.
And they had the film it in small increments, especially in the outdoor scenes, because the rain fall kept soaking into the âskinâ of the rex and would slow down and mess up its movements. So they would stop filming and have a crew out there drying off this massive, fake dinosaur, and then theyâd start filming again until it was too wet. Repeat until the end of the scene.
One of my favorite anecdotes Iâve read on tumblr is how the t-rex robot from Jurassic park would malfunction while it was drying out. How did it malfunction, you might wonder?
Motherfucker randomly started moving.
So apparently if you were on the jp set you would sometimes hear people screaming bloody murder even though they were all well aware that it was a giant animatronic puppet and wouldnât actually, you know, eat them.
So, I knew about the animatronics bit but I did not know the raptors were guys in suits and the malfunctioning t-rex sounds terrifying.
And i just googled malfunctioning t-rex and was not disappointed. Apparently in order to put the skin on over the steel frame a guy had to crawl inside the t-rex while it was turned on and glue the skin down. And if somebody turned the t-rex off or the power went out the guy in the t-rex stood a very real chance of getting mangled and killed by the hydraulics.
So of course, the power goes out.
And this guy is still in there gluing the skin down.
Apparently the way to survive getting sheered to death by huge sheets of metal while youâre inside a giant t-rex robot is to curl into a ball and hope for the best.
And this guy hoped for the best and got it.
Some other people on stage pried open the t-rex jaws and glue guy crawled out of its mouth and was totally okay.
My favorite part was when they called the show homophobic because making Watson a woman made it harder for them to write slash fiction about two lead characters.
Remember when Elementary fans had to create their own tag to get away from the Sherlock fandom invading the âElementaryâ tag on Tumblr
Remember when Sherlock fans found it incomprehensible that an Asian woman was playing the role of Watson. Never mind that both Holmes and Watson have been mice and dogs and robots and pieces of fruit in different media.Â
Remember when the cast and crew of BBC Sherlock pretty much baited its fandom by being passive-aggressive whiny chits about the show on social media and in interviews.
Remember when Mark Gatiss retweeted that âNot Benedict Cumberbatch/Not Martin Freemanâ mock-poster.Â
Remember when self-professed âmilitant feministâ Louise Brealey (Molly Hooper) called the casting of Lucy Liu - the first time a woman would play the role of Watson in a major adaptation of the Sherlock Holmes stories - âgimmickyâ.
Remember when Benedict Cumberbatch insinuated that Jonny Lee Miller took the role so he could âbuy something nice for his wife.â
Remember when Martin Freeman called Lucy Liu a dog on live television and then brushed it off as a âjoke.â
Remember when renowned feminist Victoria Cohen lost her shit in a Guardian article and frothed at the mouth for like 800 words on how Lucy Liuâs Watson âwas an insult to British valuesâ
Remember when renowned feminist Caitlin Moran wrote an entire article about how Asian Watson was âgimmickyâ and âtrying too hardâ.
Remember when renowned fandom feminists was all about âSCREW WRITING STRONG WOMEN!!!! WRITE COMPLEX WOMEN!!!!!!â but collectively shat themselves and bent over backwards trying to justify their racism and how âAsian Watson is not progressiveâ and how âdisinterestedâ they were in the Holmes/Watson relationship because it wasnât about two white men eyefucking
donât forget when elementary included a trans woman in the show and people reached trying 2 say that including her was âFORCING DIVERSITYâ and âWASNâT REALISTICâ because she was in the same room as an asian womanÂ
I remember all of this and itâs why, to this day, I inwardly curl my lip at anyone (in person or online) who calls themselves a huge fan of BBC Sherlock, ESPECIALLY those who go on to say they âdonât care forâ Elementary.  I basically know immediately the kind of person they are.
I remember when I was talking to a friend about Elementary, and she said 'I just want it to fucking tank'. That was the beginning of the end of our friendship (which was really for the best, 'cause she was way more problematic than any of this suggests).
Before I get into the nitty gritty, because I have very few followers and know this might not matter so much, Iâll just outright say whatâs been happening: I have depression and just got it diagnosed. Now that I have things in order on that front, Iâll be getting back into the swing of things. You can now move on with your day, if you like, but I need to explain all this in detail for myself, and in the hopes that my experience will help others.
If you think youâre suffering from depression, or you are and youâre struggling with it, or you know someone who exhibits depression symptoms, then I invite you to read this so you get a new perspective on depression and understand that every degree of depression is a serious one. It is somewhat painful what Iâm going to talk about, but I share my pain so that others may not have to suffer as long as I have.
Looking back, I think I always had depression, or at least it came about when I hit teenage years or so. It wasnât until just last year, though, that I started admitting that it was worse than just having a bad month. I went into therapy hoping that I would figure out what was making me so miserable, and then eventually I would be okay and my life could go on as normal.
But as time passed, the symptoms were just getting worse: I would cry for no reason on some days, I would feel numb about even the things I enjoyed and it was a struggle just to meet expectations for those things, I could never motivate myself enough to get important things done and I thought it was all my fault that I couldnât find the proper incentive to get me into gear. I never had suicidal thoughts, but part of me still wonders if that was really a blessing, because it was the absence of that one system that kept me in denial about my depression that Iâm now realizing I had all my life. Thank heaven for my therapist who finally decided I needed medication, or I would still be in that hole I thought I dug myself into.
Because hereâs the thing: there were moments I was happy. I genuinely felt optimistic about the world and that I could make it through alright. But itâs only with hindsight that I realized those moments I thought I was content were just me being numb to everything. And those moments I was overwhelmingly happy actually hurt, because I punished myself almost immediately after for not being that happy all the time.
Now that Iâm on medication things are beginning to be enjoyable again. I am able to get things done with relatively little pushing, and when I do have to push, Iâm more reactive to it. Iâm still introspective, but there is nothing wrong with introspection. The problematic part of it, the part where I would eternally punish myself for the smallest mistakes, is now just a simple, âYou did that wrong, letâs do better next time.â All in all, I feel more like myself than I ever felt. I feel more present in the world, more solid than I was before. It makes me simultaneously overjoyed to finally have control and saddened that it took my whole late childhood and half a decade into my adulthood to finally have that control.
I never would have been able to begin to balance all the things in my life if not for the treatment I received. I am so grateful for my family, my friends, my teachers, my therapist and my doctor who have been so understanding about my illness (because it is an illness, itâs a serotonin imbalance in the brain, and donât let anyone tell you different) and have rejoiced in my ability to have it under control. I am thankful that medicine has progressed to the point that itâs at now so that I can take my medication and know that itâs working rather than hope for a placebo effect. I am thankful for the example of others overcoming their depression to help me know it is possible, and I am grateful for the strength Iâve found in myself that I thought could never exist.
This is not the end of my battle with depression. Just as if I was diagnosed with diabetes, I will be facing this down for very likely the rest of my life. I canât stop taking my medication willy nilly just because I think Iâm doing well or because I have a bad day or a bad week. This is a journey, a process that requires I trust my therapist, my doctor, and myself to do what is necessary to keep me from falling back into that hole.
I have an important message for those who think they are or actually are suffering from depression or bipolar disorder or a thyroid problem or whatever it is that makes you feel horrible: I may not know you, and I might never get to know you, but I do know from the bottom of my heart that you are incredible, that you have what it takes to overcome this and get out of that hole you did not dig yourself, and that your life is a precious one, infinitely valuable to yourself and those around you. I do not know you, and I still love you and care for you as if you were my friend, my family.
Hopefully my shared experience will help you find the way to feeling solid, feeling happy without it hurting or numbing you. Know that if you need me, I will be here, and I will do what I can to be there for you as often as you need me. And please do not give up, on yourself or the medication or others or anything. If you feel like youâre slipping, go to your doctor and your therapist first. Youâre friends are fantastic and I can offer up as much help as them, but we canât be substitutes for the professionals. Itâs not fair to us or yourself. You deserve the best care possible.
I love you, and hope you will find everything in life that will make you the happiest and best that you can be.
You know, I have a cluster shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart. This stops it. This little circle of light, its part of me now not just armor.