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Update: the couple was charged by the District Attorney in St. Louis and the Governor filed a motion to dismiss.
Think about that. The governor personally intervened and filed a legal motion in a local criminal court case because of politics. When is the last time youâve seen intervention like this? Certainly not for justice.
Important
For 93 days Iâm loving it đ
Not in court room 502!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
I know we all love Edna because sheâs super fierce and determined and an awesome role model and shit but
do you ever think that she feels intensely guilty over this, having made this suit that lead to the death of this amazing young girl
Maybe thereâs a reason she never looks back.
Repeated for emphasis:
Maybe thereâs a reason she never looks back.
Edna at the funeral, veiled from head to toe, slowly ripping pages out of her pocket sketchbook and mouthing the words âno capesâ
you people are monsters
What the actual fuck oh my god
Think about how appalled Edna must have been. How traumatized. How guilty she must have felt over the death of this young girl.
Then realize that Edna anticipated practically every threat that the Incredibles would run into from Syndrome and built help into their suits. The only logical conclusion is that he contacted herâpossibly scores of times. Syndrome was a stalkery fanboy before he turned supervillain. And Edna is THE suit maker for supers, as well as Mr. Incredible. Of course Syndrome would go to her. Edna is the best, and Syndrome would want the best designer for his costume.
Think about all that. Think about the woman who was so horrified and grief-stricken by Stratogateâs death being asked by a supervillainâone who was a genuine threat to supers she cared aboutâto design his costume.
And then realize that, despite her horror and guilt and rage at the gruesome deaths of Stratogate and other supers, despite her vehement conviction that such deaths should never happen againâŠ
âŠshe gave Syndrome a cape.
A CANON BUTCH BUFF LESBIAN IN A VIDEOGAME
*sobs with happiness*
I never thought Iâd see the day. But itâs true, the prophecies were true. The chosen one has come.
If space travel doesnât involve sea shanties then I think weâll have missed an opportunity.
You see though, for sea travel you want big strong people who are capable of managing rigging. For space travel you want small low-mass people who are technically educated, as they are called, nerds. Your space shanties are going to be less booming and more squeaky.
in so far as there will be space shanties, theyâll be filk
I call shenanigans on the big strong people; sailors were young and malnourished by modern standards, and climbing around the rigging is easier if youâre small and light.
Like, I am 100% in favor of shanties in as many situations as possible, but Iâm having trouble coming up with a mode of space travel that would require multiple humans to move in concert, thus necessitating songs with a strong beat to move to. Â
Sea chanties were for providing a strong beat to move to. Â Space chanties might very well arise just because weâre bored, out there between point A and point B for so long.
(Also yes, @gdanskcityofficial up there has the right of it.)
Space shanties are for warp piloting. Under warp drive, human time perception and time as measured by crystal or atomic oscillators donât match. Starship pilots listen to a small unamplified chorus singing a careful rhythm while keeping their own eyes on a silent metronome that the chorus canât see, linked to a highly-precise atomic clock. How the chorus and metronome fall in and out of sync tells the pilot how to keep the ship safely in the warp bubble and correctly on course.
Depending on route, a typical warp jump can last anywhere from one to ten minutes, and most courses consist of five to fifteen jumps before a necessary four to six hour break to check the engines, plot the next set of jumps, and give everyone a chance to recover. A good shanty team, with reliable rhythm, a broad, versatile, and extendible repertoire, and the stamina to do 3-4 sets a day over the course of a voyage, is just as vital to space travel as a pilot, navigator, or engineering team.
@tmae3114
YESSSSS
Other reasons Shanties will experience a revival in the space age:
We will sing for any freaking reason, or no reason at all, and Shanties are FUN to sing.
Deep Space is a lonely place and recruiting people suited to long periods of isolation might be a good idea. Â People from Newfoundland/Labrador, for instance.
SPACE WHALES
THEYâRE DEFINITELY REAL I FEEL IT IN MY SOUL
âWhat Do We Do With A Drunken Sailorâ is basically a revenge fantasy against your most incompetent co-workers and if thereâs something humans love doing, itâs being petty.
two points here:
The genre of music exists and itâs called Filk
listen to some Filk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VnkmacU6no
âWaters spoke next to the enlarged photo as she commemorated the 27th anniversary of the Americans With Disabilities Act a day earlier.
âIt is a day to reflect on how people with disabilities are treated in our society,â Waters began.â
Maxine. Water. Is. Not. Here. To. Fucking. Play.
Antie Max got receipts and reclaiming her time.
oh my fucking god she is the hero we need
Where do they get their pictures blown up plug the business please they do a great job
Lead Writer Jason Blair, Associate Animator Josh Barends, and Designer Jordan Aljouni are joined by Misty Lee the voice of Daisy to talk about her creation, and show off gameplay!
Check out the highlights, and see the full stream here.
@thefingerfuckingfemalefury
:D
Oh my gosh YES
Iâm glad that this game has lots of women and many of them are gay and are dating people other than each other.
It is the kind of Quality Sapphic Content I want in my video games :D
Oh, a Game I might play =D
Friday is one of the gay girls in question, sheâs MAYHEMâs coordinator and Persephoneâs personal assistant. Sheâs probably the most adorable bit of British in a long time.
She is currently dating, Braddock. Who is a bad ass bit of âAmerica, fuck yeah!â I love that the generally male role of Marine Corps lifer is played by a woman in this, and a gay woman of color at that.
(Also, not going to lie, love that Volition is continuing their dedication to diversity in their games. Out of the 12 heroes, itâs an even 50/50 split on gender, 3 are LGBT (tho not sure if Friday counts towards that 3, finding conflicting comments), and 7 (I think) people of color).
Cute lady who can rock a suit and has a fabulous british accent who is dating an AWESOME HOT BUTCH
YeeeeepâŠthis couple is DEFINITELY relevant to my interests :D
You have no idea how happy this makes me.
The year is 1978. I receive a gift from my aunt and uncle. Itâs an electric keyboard. I hear âNickelodeonâ sung by Julie Andrews on The Muppet Show. I play it by ear, and start piano lessons. I win a lot of awards. I love the Muppets, but wish I could play the drums like âŠ
The making of Smaug. (x)
he gets paid to do that
are you telling me cucumber man humped the ground and screamed for 2 minutes and gets a lot of money and tons of fan girls, but when i do it Iâm âintoxicatedâ and âruining my sisterâs weddingâ
Humping the ground and screaming, no money. Knowing when and where to hump the ground and scream, lots of money and fans.
The Hermitâs Three Visitors
By Loshu Zhinkai
(Editorâs Note: This is the story submitted to our writing contest selected as the 3rd place winner)
Once long ago, in a time more forgotten, there lived a wise hermit who made his home amongst the mist dappled mountaintops. Few were those brave and solid enough to attain such heights so for much of his life the hermit lived in solitude and meditation.
Yet one day there came a great noise from the hermitâs lonely mountain heights, for three brave young pandaren lads has ascended the heights in search of the great hermitâs wisdom.
They reached his home at the very peak, puffing for breath and tired from their long journey. All three knelt before the hermit and lowering their heads in supplication.
âWhat wisdom would three boys seek, that would drive them to such heights?â The hermit asked in wonderment.
The bravest of the lads spoke up first, steeling his still raspy breath with what strength he could muster.
âI am strong of arm and back, like the Ox. I seek only knowledge of how to become stronger than I am.â
The second then spoke, and there was great serenity and ease in his voice despite the exertions he took to arrive.
âI am whole and one, at peace with all things around me. Yet your wisdom and peace are known far and wide. I seek to know more of your ways, so I might attain true enlightenment.â
The third of the group was scrawnier than the other two, neither large and burly like the first nor serene as the second. Instead his fur was dark and coarse, his features narrow and shadowed. He raised his head as he spoke, gazing at the wise old master.
âI seek nothing except a path of my own. I rose these heights to find my way.â
The wise old hermit stared at the three youth for many hours, as he contemplated their requests.
The strong lad rose from his kneeling and while the hermit considered he trained his body. He fought shadow enemies upon those heights and lifted great boulders to enhance his skill and strength.
While the hermit thought the second lad sat down next to the hermit and tried to imitate his serene stance and visage. It was pale imitation, but the serene lad seemed at peace and one with his surroundings.
The third lad remained as he was, knelt before the hermit staring at him. His eyes never wavered, his stance never shifted, for all his focus was on the hermitâs response.
Finally as the sun began to set behind the great peaks the hermitâs eyes opened and he turned his gaze to the first lad.
âYou are already strong of arm and back. You wish more power and yet you know how to attain it. You need no wisdom to be powerful.â
He turned to the youth who sat beside him and bowed his head.
âYou are wise and at peace, yet you seek further oneness. One cannot seek these things outside of themselves, nor emulate the acts of another to attain unity. You have everything you require to find your own serenity.â
And then he turned to the third youth, of coarse fur and grim eyes. Here he paused once more to consider. Finally he spoke.
âAnd you seek a path to call your own, you seek that which will give you direction and purpose. Here atop the cliffs you will find a flower, its leaves are crisp and its petals fragrant. Boil them and sup of the water, and you will know your path.â
The three left the hermit then. The first returned down the mountain to find more feats of strength to attain. In time he would gather followers and adherents, becoming a great teacher of strength and power.
The second wandered far from the mountain and settled himself in secluded groves. There he sought serenity and unity with the universe. He too gathered followers and adherents who sought what he did.
The third gathered the flowers suggested and supped of their boiled essence. Emboldened by the delicious concoctionsâ essence, he left the mountain to seek more plants and flowers with which to sup.
In this the first tea was found and made. And in the years to come the secrets of tea would be given to all pandaren. But only the dark furred, the grim, the focused, could truly be called masters of tea.
Or at least that is how I was told. Perhaps it is just a tall tale told by my father. Legends are this way. Though it should give a reader pause to sample a tea made by the dark furred pandaren. If legends be true, it is the best.
(Submission for The Royal Courier Writing Contest by Zolchin)
Batman: Gotham Adventures #26
Omg Bruce, pick up a baby carrier or make a sling out of Robinâs cape or something.
@edithbach
OK but this⊠THIS right here is motherfucking Batman. Not Captain Angry Nihilist screaming randian bollocks at Morally Ambiguous Superman in the rain, not some motherfucker who runs people over with the batmobile because he doesnât give a fuck. THIS is Batman, this right here. A man who experienced soul-rending, awful loss in his life and decided to dedicate it to saving as many people as he possibly could from experiencing the same pain.
Batman would hold a baby as best he could, and graciously accept advice when someone told him he was doing it wrong. Batman would ask Alfred for advice on the baby bottle. Because itâs not about him, itâs about doing the best he can to help anyone who needs it.Â
Is no one gonna talk about Batman putting the baby in danger all night while fighting crime?
Aleena and I were old friends. Well, sort ofâŠ
Oh my gosh, I never made this connection!
Carrie was an utter gift.
I normally donât like to add to posts, but this is just one of my favorite things about her. I guess Carrie Fisher just carried glitter everywhere, because she did the same thing at Indiana Comic Con when she was there in 2015. She actually kinda got in trouble because she was taking so long with each person who came for autographs because she wanted to âbaptize themâ with her glitter. She wanted to make sure that everyone who saw her got some glitter.
tldr; she was truly a gift and i sobbed at work when i got a notification that she passed, and iâm crying now as i type this.
So what if we all picked a day and wore glitter for her?Â
Next May the 4th seems appropriate. Â Dedicate Star Wars day to the original princess?
LETâS DO IT!!
I am so on board with glitter for Carrie day.
She talked about how her therapist (I think it was in her book Shockaholic but I canât check right now) always knew when she was having an âoffâ time in her head depending on how much glitter sheâd show up wearing to appointments. It was her way of making the world sparkle and shine even when it felt dark. It made her feel better. Evidently she wanted to share that with others.
I purposely went out and bought glittery body dust in her honor. Iâm going to welcome in 2017 lit up like a firework. Ainât none of y'all going to ever be able to hug me ever again without getting covered in glitter. Itâs on. Weâre doing this. And on May 4th weâre going to make the world shine.
For Carrie.
George Takei was so excited to do this shirtless episode. He spent all his free time doing push-ups for a week before they shot this.
they were going to give him a katana and have him be a samurai, but he didnât want to be stereotypical, so he told the execs that he could fence and they wrote in references to the three musketeers instead
he could not, in fact, fence
he spent the weekend before shooting learning how
Not only that, but he found he liked fencing, kept it up, and became a master fencer.
When I had the privilege to hear him talk at AwesomeCon 2015, he informed us he is a master fencer. It was a very clear implication that he is still fencing at his advanced age. No wonder heâs so healthy.
He had far too much fun with this episode and it shows.
Hikaru Sulu, our first Space Pirate.
Reblogging for all this cool trivia
And also for George Takei running through the Starship Enterprise with a sword and cackling sinisterly
Reblogging for ALL of this, and for the coolness of George Takei still kicking butt with a sword to this day!
Reblog if you trust George Takei with a sword to protect you
âIn the end, [Takei] loved his sword-fighting scene so much he held onto the rapier for several hours, poking stage hands with it and engaging in mock duels off the set.â â IMDBâs trivia
CAN THIS BE MY JOB
