Thank you for engaging in the mortifying ordeal of being known so that I may partake in the euphoric experience of knowing you.
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Thank you for engaging in the mortifying ordeal of being known so that I may partake in the euphoric experience of knowing you.
did… did she really say that? iconic
“Excuse You, i am Black and i Fuck”
Best part: this was improv.
George wasn’t supposed to have a line there, he was supposed to brandish the sword, grab her and leave. George decided to ad-lib a line because he thought it was funny and that it was in character. So Nichelle had no idea that George was about to say anything. They start the take, George leaps over there, grabs her and says his line. And Nichelle Nichols, not Lt Uhura, looks at him with That Look on Her Face, and in two iconic words lets the world know what she and Lt Uhura are about.
star trek heritage post (February 20th, 2019)
"Do you remember--"
"I have a...very good memory, thank you."
"Do you ever wonder what life would have been like if you'd said yes?" said Ridcully.
"No."
"I suppose we'd have settled down, had children, grandchildren, that sort of thing..."
Granny shrugged. It was the sort of thing romantic idiots said. But there was something in the air tonight...
"What about the fire?" she said.
"What fire?"
"Swept through our house just after we were married. Killed us both."
"What fire? I don't know anything about any fire?"
Granny turned around.
"Of course not! It didn't happen. But the point is, it might have happened. You can't say 'if this didn't happen then that would have happened' because you don't know everything that might have happened. You might think something'd be good, but for all you know it could have turned out horrible. You can't say 'if only I'd...' because you could be wishing for anything. The point is, you'll never know. You've gone past. So there's no use thinking about it. So I don't."
Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
let’s be real the best tumblr has EVER looked was the short span of time where you could slap code into posts and we had classics like these
tumblr has never been closer to the core aesthetic and sense of humor of its userbase
Igor Shcherbakov, Two on a Bridge, 2021, Oil on canvas
In Florida someone adapted a 1967 hearse into an ice cream “truck” called Frozen Stiffs.
via Halloween forever
~ Necklace of assorted beads.
Culture: Early Aegean, Minoan
Period: Bronze Age, Middle Minoan Period
Date: 1800–1550 B.C.
Medium: Stone and gold
You want to know why Inigo Montoya remains such an iconic and beloved character even 35 years after the Princess Bride came out?
It's because he's one of the few characters in fiction who has a story where he has dedicated his life to revenge, his whole motivation is about getting revenge....and he gets it! and then he isn't empty or despairing! he doesn't regret it! he's totally satisfied!
because so many stories about revenge or rage are about characters "seeing the futility of their actions" or learning "their desire for revenge has only made them the monsters they hated" FUCK THAT.
Inigo Montoya kills the man who kills his father, is allowed to live in the narrative after and be happy about it and it is so satisfying. it's fantastic. it's iconic.
let more characters rage against the world, bring it down with bloodied hands, and let them be FUCKING RIGHT about it. Let them celebrate their success with sharp grins, and let them live happy, full lives where they always remain proud/fulfilled for what they've done
I know what I am about.
A shot from The Sorrows of Satan (1926). This shot would go on to be the cover of Bauhaus’s “Bela Lugosi’s Dead.”
Roadside picnic
Cosmic horror, except you’re seeing it from the other side
One of the many stupid feelings humans are capable of having is the private, repulsive rage of seeing someone getting support and sympathy for a problem no one helped you with when you were having it, either because you didn’t have anyone or because it never occurred to you that you could ask for help. Suddenly the world seems to split into two – the realm that contains people like them, the connected and loved – and the realm that contains you, the miserable and the alone, who must suffer in solitude. This is sufficiently horrible that you grasp for reasons or world-understandings to make this reality acceptable, and a mentally available one is that it is superior to be in the miserable solitude realm, that the problem is one that should be solved with self sufficiency and dignity. That this other person is pathetic for being aided and loved when you were not. Scorn is more palatable than confronting the notion that you could have received aid (if you had made different choices or been luckier), that you desperately wish you could have been aided but were not. Scorn is more palatable than the howling hunger for things to have been different for you. So your mind chooses scorn.
It is also a bad place to be. Human existence is full of such traps.
that interview in 2017 where gerard talks about how costumes are a really big part of performing for them and they’re so grateful to mikey ray and frank for allowing and encouraging them to dress up and be theatrical. how without costumes they would have gotten bored. how dressing up is something not only joyful but essential for their creativity. and now they’re literally just doing fucking WHATEVER they want onstage with zero album aesthetic constraints. blood and bones. ponchos and corpse paint. horror circus. clear injury mask. microshorts. poncho. car grease. bodycon skeleton suit. sclera lenses. for zero reason. they just love performing and they’re having the time of their life
like it’s so funny how usually costumes are seen as a superficial part of performance and any ‘good’ performer won’t need one but. dressing up is SO necessary for gerard. they find such joy and creativity in looking insane and feminine and fucked up and silly like that’s a major tenant of performance for them. so to see them switching it up more than they EVER FUCKING HAVE during the most fun tour they’ve ever pulled. god
Sweet Success
Marvin Oliver
the new composite james webb image is so beautiful ive been staring at it for 10 minutes straight
featuring jupiters rings, europa (along with a bunch of other moons), the northern and southern auroras, and the great red spot
By Crom! is Rachel Kahn’s joke-a-panel autobiographical comic featuring life advice and spiritual guidance from Conan the Barbarian. It ran from January 2012 until May 2014, and is collected in two books, The Collected By Crom! and Full Colour Cromulence. You can read the complete archives on WealdComics.com, and grab the books in PDF. There are original comics available in Rachel’s BigCartel store and both comic prints and By Crom! shirts are available in her Society6 store.
Stay tuned to wealdcomics.tumblr.com for news on convention appearances, merch sales and the possibility of a reprint of the two books.
By Crom! has wrapped up completely! If you would like to keep an eye out for more comic work from me, or more news about By Crom! apearances, merch and (maybe next year) reprints, please go follow wealdcomics! edit: there’s also a mailing list you can sign up for, right here!