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Sean Bean hiking up to the Lord of the Rings sets bc he’s afraid of helicopters is even funnier when you hear that Viggo Mortensen did the exact same thing, except Viggo’s reason for hiking to the sets was bc he wanted to be authentically travel-worn
Like literally you have Boromir doing this pretty cool thing bc he’s scared to death of the alternative while Aragorn just does it for The Aesthetic™
I feel like there are a million people who need to understand this.
wow this breakdown is actually super helpful to think about
“I’m just really blunt” no u r just an ass.
Playing games at the siege on Helm’s Deep.
Epilogue:
be so completely yourself that everyone else feels safe to be themselves too
i can’t think of much that i aspire to more than this
Fred Rogers Acceptance Speech - 1997
Our neighbor didn’t die, he was just needed someplace else.
He took a moment that was about recognizing him and turned it into a moment to recognize everyone who was there and everyone who made it possible for him to do what he does. If you want a perfect example of why he is so fondly remembered and such a great person, it’s tough to find a better one than this.
I’m going to need y’all to stop putting the stuff on my dash and reducing me to a pile of tears. I swear Mr. Rogers just instantly turns on the faucet for me.
Just look at the faces on the audience. You can tell how moved they are to think of the people who helped them along the way. Maybe they were thinking of a grandmother or a sibling or a best friend or kindly neighbor. He made that moment so real for all of them.
“Early this year, when television handed him its highest honor, he responded by telling television— gently, of course— to just shut up for once, and television listened. He had already won his third Daytime Emmy, and now he went onstage to accept Emmy’s Lifetime Achievement Award, and there, in front of all the soap-opera stars and talk-show sinceratrons, in front of all the jutting man-tanned jaws and jutting saltwater bosoms, he made his small bow and said into the microphone, ‘All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds to think of the people who have helped you become who you are… Ten seconds of silence.’ And then he lifted his wrist, and looked at the audience, and looked at his watch, and said softly, ‘I’ll watch the time,’ and there was, at first, a small whoop from the crowd, a giddy, strangled hiccup of laughter, as people realized that he wasn’t kidding, that Mister Rogers was not some convenient eunuch but rather a man, an authority figure who actually expected them to do what he asked… and so they did. One second, two seconds, three seconds… and now the jaws clenched, and the bosoms heaved, and the mascara ran, and the tears fell upon the beglittered gathering like rain leaking down a crystal chandelier, and Mister Rogers finally looked up from his watch and said, ‘May God be with you’ to all his vanquished children.“ - Tom Junod, Esquire
I love the idea of Mr. Rogers being an authority figure you wouldn’t dare disobey, not out of fear but out of pure, overflowing, deep respect. To disappoint him is unfathomable.
Note also that normally in the face of pure silence, the orchestra would be expected to play him off.
They didn’t.
Historic Black and White Pictures Restored in Color
Women Delivering Ice, 1918
Times Square, 1947
Portrait Used to Design the Penny. President Lincoln Meets General McClellan – Antietam, Maryland ca September 1862
Marilyn Monroe, 1957
Newspaper boy Ned Parfett sells copies of the evening paper bearing news of Titanic’s sinking the night before. (April 16, 1912)
Easter Eggs for Hitler, c 1944-1945
Sergeant George Camblair practicing with a gas mask in a smokescreen – Fort Belvoir, Virginia, 1942
Helen Keller meeting Charlie Chaplin in 1919
Painting WWII Propaganda Posters, Port Washington, New York – 8 July 1942
Construction of the Golden Gate Bridge ca 1935
This is awesome.
Not something I’d typically reblog but I like.
This is bloody fantastic.
Honestly seeing old photos in color makes the past so much more tangible.
Honestly if you want to know why Batman is necessary in Gotham City just remember that the Gotham City Police Department had a banquet honoring Commissioner Gordon and they ordered a cake from “Crazy Clown Catering.” Honestly, guess who jumped out of the cake, much to the surprise of the entire Gotham City Police Force, who by all logic should have an entire division devoted to Clown Felonies by this point
In the criminal justice system, clown based offenses are considered especially heinous. In Gotham City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these comedic felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Insane Clown Posse. These are their stories.
*honk honk*
EMERGENCY: HEDGEHOG ON A TINY CAMPING TRIP?!?!?!!!!! When I saw these pictures from hedgehog_azuki on instagram I was like EXCUSE ME WHAT and now I’m a different, more virtuous person who has been shown the glowing face of humanity’s truest potential and is forever changed by its everbearing gifts. Also it cleared my skin.
incorrect star trek [2/?] - insp.
what a vicious attack
Cats are actually really good at understanding kittens’ limits.
space just doesnt even mean anything. like i cant actually even fucking understand how big the sun itself is. this is just concepts to me at this point. nothing means anything. life is a game and there are no rules
tonight’s mood is the deep desire to be held close in a dimly lit room, covered in blankets while rain is softly falling outside
you know when you’re at the dentist/orthodontist and they give you that AirTube that just gets rid of all your spit and makes you feel like you met a wind god and deepthroated his tornado dick
hey iris?
hey, how are you?
i was good until i read this post, thanks
things to bring back from the renaissance era: pearls in your hair, lots of braids, flowy dresses, rosy cheeks, that kind of dreamy/mystical look, humanism and good poetry
things to leave behind: fucking plucking your hairline to make your forehead look wider
Orange Cat: [unfriendly/somewhat sharp meow]
Second cat slowly looks at the camera.
Man, filming, bashfully and sounding somewhat frightened: Sorry!
I’ve never fuckin seen a cat move like that, and it feels so goddamn eerie.
That slow head turn? NOPE
Those cats used to be people. The slow head turn gave them away