snooze2010

professional fangirl. ...seriously, once they start paying me for this, we're going places!

[nonasuch]

“average spider-man movie contains 1.85 spider-men" factoid actualy just statistical error. average spider-man movie contains 1 spider-man. Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, which lives in multiverse & contains 7 spider-men, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

[venificas]

2015: I️ wish I️ could watch fanfiction

2017: The Last Jedi

[batmanisagatewaydrug-deactivate]

for the next Reboot That Makes Men Angry I’d like to submit for your consideration Lupita Nyong'o as Indiana Jones

[my-nameless-bliss]

and she steals artifacts from museums and returns them to their rightful cultures

[stability]

something to think about

[wheatbeats]

Whenever I look back on the early episodes of Avatar: the Last Airbender, I realize that Iroh was probably acting a little ridiculous on purpose. He knows that Zuko still has fresh emotional wounds from his cruel, uncompromising father and sadistic sister, and the one source of softness and warmth in his life, his mother, is long gone. Iroh always tried to be a friend to Zuko, but now that his nephew has been scarred and banished, he tries to be goofy and funny and carefree so desperately hard because all he wants is for Zuko to smile and relax again.  If making a fool out of himself is what he has to do, he’d do it a hundred times over.

[adora-korra]

how dare you give me iroh feels all these years later

[morkaischosen]

that, and it gives him cover to slow things down.

he doesn’t want to capture the Avatar, but he can’t tell Zuko that; he needs time to help his nephew get out of the mindset Ozai’s abuse taught him.

nobody’s going to listen to him if he just tells them to stop - it’s too blatant a betrayal of the Fire Lord’s wishes - but he can play the buffoon; when they get too close, he can lose a piece of his pai sho set and delay the entire operation to replace it.

because he’s a loving uncle, and this is what Zuko needs on that level; but he’s also a genius strategist and an experienced conspirator, and this serves his purposes on a few levels

there’s even a pretty damn direct implication that he’s doing this deliberately. it’s easy to miss at the time, because you don’t have the context, but that first time we see Iroh delay Zuko and the soldiers chasing Aang? it is, as I mentioned, when he loses a piece of his pai sho set, only to realise he’d been carrying it all along

specifically, it’s the White Lotus tile - the one that gave its name to the order of benevolent meddlers he’s secretly been a member of this whole time. there’s no way that’s a coincidence.

[heroineimages]

Pretty sure I’ve said this before, but Uncle Iroh is possibly the most brilliantly sophomoric character ever written. 

[ememely]

(wakes up at reasonable hour) (stays in bed for two more hours)

[drunkenssoldier]

(goes to bed at a reasonable hour)(stays awake for two more hours)

[punkrocktaire]

(both)

[tastefullyoffensive]

Is your dad Ron Swanson? (via blooper2112)

[edgebug]

this is the money axe of good fortune, reblog to receive money and axes

[princvsx]

well 2017 has been a scooter to the ankle

[splickedylit]

me: *lies down*

things: *continue to happen*

me: *lieS DOWN HARDER*

[extrakyloren]

how am I supposed to do adulting things like work and act like a normal person when rey and kylo touched hands

[yourfluffiestnightmare]

My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love.   When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay.   Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure.   It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening.   ‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention.   ‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already.   He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him.   He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence.   It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist?   I asked him what happened on his adventure.   ‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me.   ‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look.   ‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see?   ‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’   ‘And so I did.   ‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too.   ‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better.   ‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me.   ‘'Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said.   ‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life.   ‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me.   ‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’   I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter.   What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye?   ‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’   My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale.   ‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’   But I do. I really believe in it.   And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.

Paul Magrs (via yourfluffiestnightmare)

[snooze2010]

Meanwhile in potion class

Draco: This potion stinks like Potter!

Hermione: It's Amortentia Malfoy...

[averagefairy]

i love when people ask me “what are you anxious about” like…….about??? you think this is based on reason? rationality? never heard of that

[bloodlustritual]

[livingdan-gerously]

Punk’s not dead; it’s got 9 lives.

[teallikethecolor]

I have never reblogged anything faster. I would make this my icon if I weren’t so dedicated to the teal.

[yahooentertainment]

lmao😂/smh🙄

[freedomjusticewarrior]

Eli Bosnick had the best response to this ridiculousness.

“If I gave you a bowl of skittles and three of them were poison would you still eat them?”

“Are the other skittles human lives?”

“What?”

“Like. Is there a good chance. A really good chance. I would be saving someone from a war zone and probably their life if I ate a skittle?”

“Well sure. But the point-”

“I would eat the skittles.”

“Ok-well the point is-”

“I would GORGE myself on skittles. I would eat every single fucking skittle I could find. I would STUFF myself with skittles. And when I found the poison skittle and died I would make sure to leave behind a legacy of children and of friends who also ate skittle after skittle until there were no skittles to be eaten. And each person who found the poison skittle we would weep for. We would weep for their loss, for their sacrifice, and for the fact that they did not let themselves succumb to fear but made the world a better place by eating skittles.

Because your REAL question…the one you hid behind a shitty little inaccurate, insensitive, dehumanizing racist little candy metaphor is, IS MY LIFE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF MEN, WOMEN, AND TERRIFIED CHILDREN…

… and what kind of monster would think the answer to that question… is yes?”

[swanjolras-blog-archive-deactiv]

gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us— we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

[asexual-pride]

being cis, heteroromantic, and asexual

Sort of. I’m demi-hetero, but regardless. I know there’s a lot of talk about being asexual as well as, for all intents and purposes, a cis boy or girl who goes out with the opposite gender if given the opportunity, and what that “means” in regards to whether we’re straight, queer, and even in some cases “really” asexual. People think we’re trying to “be queer” or invade LGBT+ spaces or invalidate “real” LGBT+ experiences, and. And honestly, being the subject of a debate like that drives me crazy. And I’m sick of shutting up, so I’m going to say my piece. Note that this is in no way a claim that I have it “better” or “worse” than anyone else, but as a cishet(romantic) asexual girl,  all I can say is that for me, it’s really hard. As someone who knows only this life and this experience, it’s not easy for me. The “asexual” bit really throws a wrench in a lot of things.

I certainly don’t feel straight. I’ve faked crushes to fit in, and been laughed at because I didn’t know how they worked. When I finally figured it out in college, my first boyfriend broke up with me and ended up with another girl two months later. Through the grapevine, I realized that it was because I wasn’t doing enough for him. When I told my family how I felt two entire years after I realized I was asexual (albeit without saying the word,) I was laughed at, told I needed a therapist, that I’m bringing this on myself, that I’ll never find anyone, among other things. I cried that night. I still get told to “embrace my sex life” and put in my head that eventually I’m going to do it with someone, and reminded that most guys don’t want a girl who doesn’t see them in a sexual way, let alone even like the act of sex. I recently consented to doing things I didn’t actually want to do, not because the person forced me to (thankfully), but because I thought maybe I would like it and I’d be seen as more “normal” if I tried it. I didn’t like it. I was honest with him. He left me. I’ve dealt with feelings of being broken many times because of the nature of my sexuality, or lack of. I’ve felt like it was my fault for making myself seem “normal” (I cringe at the use of this word but unfortunately it’s the way some people think) to other guys, and then “tricking” them into wanting to be with someone with problems they didn’t want to deal with.

I don’t think those are problems cishet people face, at least not due to the nature of their sexuality or gender. I am a cis girl, and I have only dated cis guys, so why am I experiencing these problems? Because I am asexual. It’s because of the nature of my sexuality. And because it’s primarily cishet people who have caused these problems for me, I have a difficult time discussing said problems with them, because by nature they have a difficult time understanding the struggle of being isolated for your sexuality, let alone understanding the concept of asexuality, which is still making its way around so I don’t blame all of them for that. That’s why I’d ideally like to have an outlet to discuss my problems, with people who do understand that part of me, because I don’t have that. Since there aren’t many asexual people around, other LGBT+ people (especially in a real-life situation) will do as well. They seem to experience a lot of similar things to me, so maybe they’ll understand.

I personally don’t care if I’m considered LGBT+ or whatever; I just care that I am not straight, and there is no denying that I am not straight. If I could choose to be accepted by my family, I would. If I could choose to be “normal” enough to please my boyfriends and maybe still have one of them around, I would. If I could choose not to ever have to feel broken purely because of my sexual orientation, then I would. I’m not asking to be the poster child of all LGBT+ people ever. I’m even not here to say I have it better or worse than any LGBT+ people. I’m just here to explain that I am not straight, and the only major reason that I, and presumably many others like me, would have the thought of “I want to participate in an LGBT+ community,” is because I have problems that only non-straight people face that I would like to discuss with people who understand that. I feel that is a simple request. I’m not asking to be considered queer, but if that comes with the territory, fine. I just want somewhere, anywhere, especially in real-life spaces, where I can feel included and maybe just a little bit less weird.

I hope maybe some LGBT+ people have their eyes opened, instead of continuing to invalidate us just like cishet people do.

(tl;dr: I experience things due to the nature of my sexuality that 100% cishet people do not experience because they are cis and heterosexual/romantic. Therefore any desire to have a part in the LGBT+ community is only for the purpose of discussing these experiences whose intricacies only non-straight people can understand, with actual non-straight people- especially in real-life situations where other asexual people are much harder to find.)