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Watching this to the end fucking obliterated me. You will not guess what company this commercial is for in a billion years. I promise.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
I FEEL LIKE IVE BEEN HIT IN THE FACE WITH A BAT
What. The Fuck. What the Actual Fuck.
I wasn't expecting that
@rockatanskette @askthehotblondeone
i had to suffer this. So must you
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People who say bi erasure doesn’t happen need to realize Freddie Mercury is known as the most famous homosexual man when he identified himself as bisexual. If that’s not bi erasure I don’t even know.
Also PoC erasure, most people don’t know he was 100% Indian
Specifically he was Parsi. Also raised Zeroastrian.
*zoroastrian
#i dont think the white boys can handle a queer brown guy being their god
^^^ centuries of religious art featuring white-skinned blue-eyed Jesus have made that pretty clear
His real name was Farrokh Bulsara. He was born in Zanzibar.
Okay but why is “farrokh bulsara, from Zanzibar ” more inspiring and better sounding than “Freddie mercury from England ”?
Can I add this tidbit I found?
Queen was the name of the band for a reason!!
straight men really are on something else
Does this guy think that…women don’t have knees?
The move by Sultan Hassanal Bolkiah's government means gay men could face "medieval" stoning.
Brunei has implimented a death penalty (by stoning) for gay men (Lesbians are to recieve ‘40 lashes’ by cane and 10 years in jail), please spread the word so that people are aware it’s happening!
Nanny McPhee - how colour tells a story
The bright colour palette and mise en scene of Nanny McPhee instantly stands out, making it the perfect subject for colour analysis. And though my love of this film may be slightly clouded by nostalgia, it definitely holds up in terms of film language – especially in the way colour is used. I hope to use at least extracts of this as a case study in my colour essay.
On the surface, the bright colours may just be complementary of the family-friendly upbeat humour and the whimsical fairytale feel, to make it seem that little bit more magical. However, while this is no doubt a true intended effect, the use of colour in Nanny McPhee goes much deeper.
The story starts bittersweet – though there is action and comedy, a moment is taken to show an empty red chair in a green room, insinuating (and later revealed) that the children’s mother / Mr Brown’s wife has died. The brightly coloured walls are worn and peeling, perhaps reflecting what once was a house of happiness, now tarnished by tragedy. Now, the clashing hues of the (ironically named) Browns illustrate the anxiety and agitation of the father, as he attempts to subdue his overwhelmingly wild children.
Mr Brown is represented by the colour green, and when in his study the acid green walls envelop him completely as he is lost in his own thoughts. He talks to the red chair as if it still embodies his wife,hoping for some consolation – red being the exact complementary colour to green. Conversely, Evangeline is wears pale colours, reflecting her gentle nature – she is the only one able to calm the children. When Nanny McPhee arrives, she wears completely black; ironically the most inconspicuous colour now stands out as an ominous totem of reason and control, remaining detached from the otherwise mad whirlwind of the house.
As the children learn their lessons, the intensity of colour surrounding them subsides. However, in the background, Mr Brown’s dilemma grows, and at the midpoint he decides on Mrs Quickly as their last hope, while being bathed in an unusual yellow light.
The arrival of Mrs quickly brings the most brash and sickly hues yet, with a grating persona to match. The hot pink dress exposes her as an impostor; a poor imitation of the symbolic red chair, and her bold hues prove useless for subduing the children, only making things worse.On the day of the proposal, she wears red and green - sealing the deal for good.
As the story reaches the peak with the wedding, so do the colours, at maximum saturation. The garish marriage of Mrs Quickly’s shocking pink with the acid green of Mr Brown mirrors the desperate inharmonious situation, and her incompatibility as a future wife / mother.
At the climax the family decide to face the unknown consequences, rather than be trapped into a life with Mrs Quickly, and Simon realises that his father could marry Evangeline. Snow completely envelopes everything which clears the colour away, bringing a sense of relief at last. Everyone is left wearing white, revealing the family in harmony for the first time, as they get their happy ending.
An additional theory I have is that the emotional impact of the colours directly correlates with Mr Brown’s perspective in the narrative. The overwhelming bold hues embody the feelings of pressure and stress on him, while he would see Mrs Quickly as a sort of impostor in place of his late wife. No doubt the happy resolution washes all his fears away, the headache inducing hues cleared from his mind as he faces a fresh start.
Ari being at Manchester pride makes me seethe with rage. It was her fans who made that “Millie Bobby Brown runs Faggots Over” meme (‘when I see a fag I floor it’ etc).
Because she’s there, entry fee for pride is £75! For fucks sake! if pride really is “for everyone uwu” like y'all screech on about, what about people who can’t afford 75 quid to get in to their own parade?
Need I remind you all that london pride allowed violent transphobes to the front last year? we are STILL fighting for our fucking rights to live our lives and this cishet singer who made a biphobic song THIS YEAR is headlining, profiting, and forcing actual gays out of their own celebration. Fuck Ari.
GET CORPORATIONS OUT OF PRIDE!
for any Americans out there, £75 is $99. it’s one hundred bucks to get in to your own fucking pride parade. not to mention transport, food, drinks, and merch which will all be inflated on the day too.
Fuck Ariana Grande, and Fuck Manchester Pride.
How deep does the hole go?
Art by Penzilla
Do you know what I hate??
When I was growing up any time my brother upset/hurt/was rude to or downright nasty to me I was told “he’s just doing it to get a rise out of you” “he’s just doing it to annoy you”
Like??? I know?? I know he’s being mean to upset me. I know he’s saying horrible stuff to annoy me. And guess what?? I’m annoyed!!!!
I was literally told not to be upset, because his intentions were to upset me????
How is that not upsetting? Especially to a young girl??
THE GASLIGHTING STARTS EARLY.
“Sweetheart, its easier for you to just bear it than it is for us to teach him to stop. Mkay?”
So I saw people on Twitter already bitch about Critical Role Kickstarter and holy fuck are you serious rn? There are like hundreds big companies in the entertainment business that are so fucking evil and that exploit people and then brag about it. Literally like two days ago the actress from Game of Thrones said in the interview that someone fainted from exhaustion while shooting and every one was just like seems legit, great job, HBO, doing such a hard work.
And people are coming after these nerds that received 4 millions dollars, which lemme remind you, in the entertainment business, is considered like the 10 percent of the cocaine budget, from their fans to make a fucking cartoon. And acting like they are some evil mustache-twirling monocle-wearing villains.
“do you have a type?”
uh yeah, women I’m slightly afraid of
#my type is basically women I’m slightly afraid of #and men I can be 100% sure I will never ever ever have to be afraid of (via @crazy-pages)
[hozier voice] amen, aaaameeen, aaaaaaaaaaaameeeeeeeeeeen
Every single odd number has an “e” in it.
LISTEN-
Not all of them. 30 and 50 aren’t spelled with the letter e in it …
father god
…if you can split a number in half evenly, it’s even. 30 and 50 are odd.
-_-’
(15+15=30
25+25=30)
25+25 = 30? You sure about that??
Lord have mercy….
Bye
3 days into 2018 smh
LMAOOOOOOO
One
Three
Five
Nine
And since everything else after that is a variant of these numbers, then all odds have the letter ‘E’.
🗣YOU FORGOT SEVEN!!
It keeps getting worse.
LMAOOO WHAT IS GOING ON
My head hurts…
This is why that Tumblr University shit was the dumbest idea ever just look at this
who failed yall?
IM SCREAMING
You whole ass forgot about eight - a number with an e and is pretty fucking even
why would 8 be brought up if it’s EVEN in a post about ODDS??????? the post said “every single ODD number has an ‘e’ in it” not “every single number with an ‘e’ is odd” what the fuck
3 days until 2019 and we’re still here
happy New year’s eve
I’m going to bring this flaming dumpster into 2019 so future generations can see what a mistake Tumblr was
Er, guys two is odd and doesn’t have an e. Just saying…
did you deadass just try to tell me two is odd? i’m fucking crying throw the whole website away
Reblogging for the last one😂
I have been here, multiple times! By referring to the order as a “Little Rosa”, you don’t have to make as big a deal out of the fact that you’re seeking help.
And believe it or not, it gets better. Rosa’s also gives out sweatshirts to the homeless (or sells them to the general public) that has information on local soup kitchens and even computer training in the area, on an insert sewn inside the sweatshirt.
(Details)
Reblogged again for these excellent details.
Also you can buy slices for the homeless through their online store, from anywhere, not just PA!
here is the link for anyone who wants to buy slices for the homeless
thank you for the comment about buying online! I am in canada but would love to help
PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST
sorry not sorry (credits to @arianwen44 for the artwork)
fuck you
i had to see this now you do too
Goddamit
Me, looking over the architecture plans for my evil organization’s base: “Hmm. Looks good, but there’s just one one problem. The vents need to be bigger. Make those air ducts easily accessible and large and strong enough for a well-muscled adult man to crawl through them.”
Henchman: “Isn’t that a security risk?”
Me: “What? No. Also, make sure they form an unbroken connection between all the most important rooms in my lair.”
Me: “Actually, now that I think about it, why not add plush carpeting to the floor of the air ducts? Something soft and cushioning beneath knees. Can you place drinking fountains throughout? Maybe scatter some protein bars.”
Henchman: “Um… boss?
Me: “And one of those motivational posters! Is the ‘hang in there’ kitten too cheesy? Maybe… maybe I should leave handwritten notes taped to the walls. Flowers? Is flowers too much? What about tic-tacs?”
Henchman: “Jesus, boss! Do you want me to go ahead and hang up an artistic nude oil painting of you in the air ducts?”
Me: “Ooh. Do you paint?!”
Excuse me…?! Why, I never! Who do you think you are? Don’t be ridiculous. Why would you think such a thing? Disgusting. You have such a filthy, depraved mind. Gross! Ew! Ew ew ew! I built this death trap to KILL my nemesis. That’s why I included a deactivation switch in easy reach. And sexy, sexy straps… so that I can see that they’re not hiding any secret weapons, of course! I’m all business. I’m all about business. Now, get out of my sight. I need to take a bath with my nicest bath bomb and scented oils.
Henchman: “Are you alright, boss?”
Me: “Hm? Yes, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
Henchman: “Well. I mean. You’ve been listening to ‘Genghis Khan’ by Miike Snow on repeat for sixteen loops while watching yourself sexy-cry in front of a mirror.”
Me: “And?”
Henchman: “Sir, have you… considered making an online dating profile?”
Me: “Uh, no. What for?”
Henchman: “I just thought it might make it easier to, you know… meet cute guys.”
Me: “Don’t patronize me, you useless fool. I know how to meet cute guys. That’s easy! You just take the mayor hostage or build a bomb that looks like your face and they come running.”
Henchman: “Okay, okay, fair enough, you know how to meet cute guys. But what about getting them to stay? I really think an online dating profile could help with that.”
Me: “It’s not MY fault they’re always carrying lockpicks!”
Me: “Well. It’s happened again. He left me… he shot me in the leg… I just don’t know what he wants anymore!”
Henchman: “Perhaps you should learn to take a hint, sir.”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Henchman: “Well, I think ‘a bullet’ is a pretty strong hint that he’s just not into you.”
Me: “How can you be sure of that?! He’s so wily and complicated. He uses bullets all the time - it could mean anything!”
Henchman: “Sir, do you know why I continue working for you after all these years?”
Me: “….job security?”
Henchman: “No.”
Me: “The atmosphere?”
Henchman: “God, no.”
Me: “The… uh. Retirement benefits…?”
Henchman: “You’ve got to be kidding me…. ugh! Just shut up and remove your pants so I can dig that bullet out.”
Me: “I can’t believe this! My own right-hand man, betraying me in my hour of triumph! After all this time—why, you back-stabbing snake?! I made you! I brought you to glory! You could have had everything you dreamed of and more… why turn on me now?! You viper! You scorpion!”
Henchman: “‘Why’? Well, my lord, because there’s only one ‘love language’ you seem to understand.”
Me: “Ha! I speak all the Romance languages fluently, snake. I am exceptionally well-educated.”
Henchman: “And yet you are a miserable fool. I am tired of this charade. Step away from the doomsday machine and fight me.”
Me: “But it’s… we made this together… it was important to us…”
Henchman: “I can’t let you activate it, sir. I have a world to save.”
Me: “That’s not your job! That’s his job!”
Henchman: “He isn’t here right now. I am. You may be oblivious, but surely you’ve noticed that.”
Me: “Are you… are you suggesting…”
Henchman: “Coffee? No. That’s not your style. There’s a laser tag arena down the street, I could sneak in some adult beverages, we could see where a little competition take us, and… well…”
Me: “This is so fast, I… I don’t know what to think…”
Henchman: “Give yourself time. Sure, you could destroy the world, but if you do that, if you press that button, there won’t be any more laser tag. No more retro discotheques, either. In the immortal words of ABBA, take a chance on me…”
Finding someone who thinks you’re interesting enough to talk to you every day, whether they’re a friend or a lover, is one of the best feelings ever.
