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Lol, mine is apparently, Maximum Risk (1996) “Welcome to the other side of safe.”
https://playback.fm/birthday-movie - #1 movie on your bday
Flatliners (1990)
“Some lines shouldn’t be crossed.”
Primal Fear (1996)
“Sooner or later a man who wears two faces forgets which one is real.”
Hey fuck you
Forrest Gump (1994)
"Life is like a box of chocolates...You never know what you're gonna get."
John Mulaney, a true ADHD icon
I love how he gave this bit at an autism benefit because it is also a heavy Autism Mood™
This is the most relatable thing I’ve ever seen.
imagine this popping up on your computer
Seven years after, I see you again 😚
Guys this completely changed my writing, heed it. I often do an entire draft just looking at sentence variation and oftentimes the results are absolutely transformative in the difference.
I've been praised for my writing and critiqued others from a number of sources for years, even though I don't have a sound technical base behind it. I've always said I can feel the tempo of writing, and I write down when tempo changes don't match what's being said, or when I feel the tempo breaks, because those are usually parts that need to change. Once I have the list of those parts I can dive in and see why I feel the way I do about them. Comparing sentence size to music is something I've done forever that I've never seen before, so this really means something to me.
Merry: we’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Legolas will and will not eat
Pippin: grass? yes!
Merry: moss? yes!!
Pippin: leaves? Ohh, yes!
Merry: bootlaces? Strange but true!
Pippin: worms? Sometimes!
Merry: Rocks? Nah
Pippin: twigs? usually!
Merry: Pippin’s cooking? Inconclusive!
Faramir: how did you… test this
Merry: you just hand him stuff and say ‘this is for you’ and if he eats it, he eats it
Faramir: …….I don’t know how to feel about this
Aragorn: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE BOOTLACES WENT
Pippin: well what did you need so many spare bootlaces for anyway
Aragorn: in case… the ones in my boots…. break!!!
Pippin: !!!!!ohhh!!!
Merry: aha!
Faramir: how could you not know that
Pippin: pff you expect me to know how boots work? *walks away*
Legolas: when I ate them, I did not know they were your bootlaces. I thought they were leathery and inferior worms.
Aragorn: so you didn’t even enjoy them
Aragorn: why did you eat them ALL if you didn’t enjoy them
Legolas: Merry and Pippin seemed to like it when I ate the gifts they gave me so usually I ate them
Merry: *slamming his fist down upon the table* you’ve COMPROMISED our test results!!
Gimli, from a distance:
Merry, yelling back: WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT IT ARE YOU A SCIENTIST
Gimli: YES
in this house we stan al
in order to save his mother who got sick after some dead bisexual guy woke up from a 100 year coma, a japanese-british-italian teen and his friends - a horny old man who can’t stop screaming, a gay egyptian fortune teller, a literal mother fucker, a french guy unable to go four minutes without fucking up, and the world’s saltiest dog - must defeat villains like bette midler, mariah carey, terence trent d’arby, and vanilla ice in incredibly tense challenges, such as:
the “is this really a boat” challenge
the “do you know literally anything about your friend” challenge
the “can you not die from a bullet shot by the wild west version of a stormtrooper” challenge
the “is the amount of sand in my eyes really worth not dying” challenge
the “figure out if the car moving on its own is weird or not” challenge
the “should we do something about these zombies or nah” challenge
the “how long have we been walking and isn’t it kinda hot” challenge
the “what if freddy krueger was remote controlled by a baby” challenge
the “is this trap too obvious to be a trap and can you bond over watersports” challenge
the “is it okay to throw dogs at blind people” challenge
the “how gay can we make this look” challenge
the “can’t read my pokerface” challenge
the “can a noob beat a leet” challenge
and many more
For Netflix’s non-whitewashed live action adaptation of “Avatar: The Last Airbender”, Dante Basco should play the cabbage merchant.
#approved get him in here#honestly tho i really want him to guest star as a guest at the tea house#and ask zuko for more tea or something#and zuko to get really mad at him#thats the dream
Oh god that would be such a trip. I can just imagine the meta humor though.
Dante: What’s his problem? Iroh: *Shrugs*
Iron tries to give Zuko some life advice. After Iroh walks away Dantes character tells Zuko “he’s right you know”.
I see all of your points and raise you:
Dante should play the Actor Zuko from the Ember Island Players episode.
Just as the phrase “what the entire fuck” implies the existence of fractional fucks, the phrase “what the absolute fuck” implies the existence of both positive and negative fucks (or else there would be no need for an absolute value operation). Taken together with the phrase “what the actual fuck” (which implies the existence of imaginary fucks), we may thus conclude that fuckery is isomorphic with the complex field.
Technically, we can only conclude that “a fuck” is an element of some norm space over a field containing fractional values; the space being isomorphic to ℂ is a substantially stronger claim.
One of my favorite scenes from Letterkenny
This show hurts my brain
Can’t blame you, it’s like a shakespearian comedy about nothing, sped up, with the Middle English replaced by equally obfuscatory Albertan slang.
Excuse you that ain’t Albertan that’s the wrong coast. It’s Ontario slang.
jessie from pokemon is such an upsetting character bc her life has been a failure since the very beginning
she is a broken person
unlike for james, who could quit at any time and return to a comfortable life, for jessie, team rocket is everything she has.
she lived in poverty, with a mother who was a criminal, and they were so poor they ate snow
her mother disappeared, looking for mew. there was never a mention of jessie having a father
she wanted to be an actress, and decided to take that route instead of going with a boy she loved, but she ended up losing both as her audition didn’t go through
she wanted to be a nurse, but failed
and now she keeps failing trying to catch that god damned pikachu
as much as i like dawn i almost want jessie to win all the ribbons because she fucking deserves to be happy and she deserves those victories and she deserves a friend like james
*wipes a tear* u go girl
this post is good except for one tiny detail, and that’s that james cannot just “quit at any time and return to a comfortable life”
james’ family has riches and luxury, yes, but his parents are neglectful & uncaring and have engaged him to an abuser. they refuse to let him live in the lap of luxury unless he marries her and spends his whole life miserable.
everything about jessie and james is, from where i’m standing, intended to be opposite. james is a soft-spoken boy from a family that knows wealth but not love. jessie is a headstrong and outspoken girl from a family that knows love but is dirt poor.
the thing they have in common is that neither of them found happiness until they found each other (and meowth, of course) i know this post is about jessie, and trust me–she fucking deserves it–but you can praise her like the queen she is without making it sound like her partner has it easy. neither of them could live the lives that were handed to them with a smile on their face, and they’re both amazingly strong people for continuing to work hard every day, even if it is as antagonists.
I cant believe there is finally an analysis on team rocket im so proud
A few weeks ago, we exhibited at Emerald City Comicon. Typically when we attend conventions, we try to create some spectacle that captures people’s attention and sells games. Like the time we brought a marching band to PAX Australia.
At ECCC, we set up a “Pay What You Want” booth and encouraged people to give us any amount of money in exchange for our games. We put games on a table, set up some signs, stood off to the side, and waited to see what would happen.
We brought 2000 games. Before the convention began, we took bets on what would happen:
Tom thought we’d sell out in a few hours.
Alex thought we’d run out on the of the second day of the con.
Trin thought that we would not run out of games because we are no longer cool or relevant.
Jenn got a fever and didn’t know what was happening.
We were all wrong.
The doors opened, and attendees swarmed the booth. Within five minutes attendees realized they could just take games and walk away. A small group grabbed armfuls of free games and left, but most people paid something. Within an hour, the booth looked like this:
We ran out of games in 51 minutes.and made $8042.48, or 18.7% of the games’ retail value. In other words, we lost $685.44 per minute.
Attendees put lots of other stuff in the payment box too.
Some things you put in our box:
Five Canadian Dollars ($3.72 USD)
Ten Euros ($10.66 USD)
Eighty Philippine Pesos ($1.59 USD)
One Chinese Yuan ($0.14 USD)
One Cubone Pokemon Card, XY Breakthrough (Avg price - $0.68 USD)
One Magic: The Gathering Eternal Masters booster pack wrapper (No Value)
One handwritten “Any Pizza Free” and “Twisted Flicks + KPC” Coupon from a Papa Murphy’s in Kirkland, WA (Estimated Value $25.00 USD)
One $1 Bill folded into a bowtie ($1.00 USD)
One “FeelTheBurn.org” $1 bill. ($1.00 USD)
Two halves of a $1 bill ($1.00 USD )
Once we sold out, we had to figure out what to do with our booth space.
On Saturday, we gave our space to artists who weren’t able to get a table at the con. People showed up to exhibit cosplay horns, board games, recycled journals, and comic art.
On the last day of the con, we set up a station for mailing letters to representatives.
We provided pens, paper, postage, envelopes, writing tips, and the address of every US Senator.
Over 200 letters were written by con attendees, including the most bad ass Imperator Furiosa cosplayer we’ve ever seen.
We’re still waiting on Immortan Trump’s response.
cards against humanity is run by the pure force of chaos I stg. I like what they did with their booth after tho
The definition of chaotic good
When I complain about being a ‘gifted’ kid who grew into a talentless adult I don’t mean that I’m not trying to work on my talents or anything
I mean that the ‘gifts’ I had are useless
Reading books above my age isn’t a talent when I’m not eleven
Knowing big words isn’t a talent when I’m not a kid, it’s just growing up
It’s just a weird thing that happens and it feels shitty when you’re brought up being told you’re an exceptional child only to realise as an adult you’re just average
This
I did a lot of reading about gifted kids and especially gifted adults when I got my “diagnosis” because I was told I was gifted at 23 and well, it serves no purpose to have a confirmation that you’re gifted at 23
Thing is, gifted children are not amazingly better than everyone else. Gifted brains just don’t work the same so they build their skills in a different order
Basically when you’re very young, most people brain learn social skills and how to interact with their peers, but gifted brains are already at the next step which is how to understand and interact with the world
That makes the stereotypical young children that are very good at math, always asking questions about how things work, very upset when they don’t know a thing
But the thing is, when everyone gets older, they’ve mastered most social skills and now turn towards understanding the world
But the gifted children have already mastered that part and are turning towards how to build social skills. Except there’s no one left to teach us about that! Because we’re late to that party
Long story short, at the end everyone, gifted or not, goes through all the necessary steps to make functioning adults, so the difference that was obvious as a child has disappeared
But us gifted people often end up with social anxiety and impostor syndrome because we are actually less equipped than others to face a world that taught everyone to be confident and talk to people while we were busy reading books above our age
……………that last paragraph.
damn.
Man 1500 years ago: Let me sleep with this woman or I will die.
The rabbis:
(Link to tweet here)
lookit this sassy kairi
Okay but what abt Tony going in to Peter’s school for career day? Like where the parents talk abt their jobs?
lmaooo this was supposed to be a quick prompt but then it turned into a full-fledged little fic and now it is 2 AM, so I will finish the rest of these prompts tomorrow (later today technically I guess)
“Hey, May?”
May looked up from spreading butter on her toast.
“Yeah Pete?”
“I was just wondering,” Peter started, fiddling with the fork in his hand, “next week is career day at school… they’re having a bunch of kids parents come in to talk about what they do, you know, try and give the students some idea where they might want to work after high school. Do you… do you think you could do it? They asked our class to bring our parents, so….”
May sighed as she sat down her knife. Peter dropped his eyes back to his eggs, disappointment burning in his stomach as he already knew what May was going to say.
“Peter, I… I wish I could,” May said softly, “I really do, but I can’t afford to take off work right now. Money has been a little tight lately, you know? I can’t afford to lose more shifts than absolutely necessary, you know?”
“Yeah,” Peter said, gesturing with his fork and trying to appear nonchalant, “yeah, I get it. Work is more important.”
“Peter, that’s not what I–”
“No, no,” Peter rushed to reassure her, guilt burning through him at the pained look in her eyes, “I didn’t– I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean, you know, money is important for… for living, so going to work is important. Besides, it’s not like everyone’s parents are going to be able to show up for the same reason, right? It’s alright, May.”
“I’m sorry, Pete,” May said quietly, reaching over to place a comforting hand on Peter’s arm. “I know its hard for you when these kind of things happen. You know if I could, I would.”
“Nah, it’s fine, it’s alright,” Peter said, staring at her hand on his arm. He tried to ignore the burning in his eyes, not really succeeding. It always sucked when he wasn’t able to participate in the parent-child functions the school put on, especially since Ben died, but he knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault. He knew May would be there for him if she could, but he also understood why she couldn’t.
He cleared his throat and glanced at the clock on the wall. Shoving the last of his eggs in his mouth, he stood and grabbed his backpack from the back of his chair.
“I should head out, I’m gonna be late,” he said, proud at how steady his voice sounded.
“Okay,” May smiled, pushing her glasses up her nose as she watched him go, “have a good day! I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he shouted over his shoulder as he rushed out the door.
May rubbed her hand over her eyes as she sat back in her chair. She knew it was hard for Peter when he had to be alone on days when parents were asked to visit classes, ever since he was a little kid. Her and Ben always tried to work it out so at least one of them was available to go with him, but they couldn’t always make it. She hated the thought of Peter sitting alone in class while all the other kids got to show off their parents and what they do, but they really just couldn’t afford to lose any money at the moment.
Looking at the clock and grimacing at the time, she got up to gather her stuff for work. She grabbed her purse off the counter, not realizing it was upside down, and cursing when everything fell out of it. She crouched down to gather all her stuff when he saw her phone light up with a text.
Tony StarkHey May, just making sure we’re still on for Peter coming to the tower after school today. Let me know if I need to pick him up.
She stared at the name on her screen, an idea popping into her head. It was probably a long-shot, Tony was a busy man, but it was worth a try at least.
Before she could change her mind, she unlocked her phone and pressed the call button. She held it up to her ear and waited as it rang.
“Hey, Tony? Yeah, it’s me. Wha– no, no, Peter’s fine. Yeah, he can go to the tower, that’s fine. Listen, I uhh… I kinda need to ask you a favor, if you’re willing. For Peter.”
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