PANDA

My name is Panda. I'm a Cancer. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky Pandas.

[dcookechild-deactivated20240522]

IT'S A CROSSOVER

[omghotmemes]

Jesus X-man Christ

[tracer-isms]

Holy shit

[shadows-and-starlight]

This is definitely blasphemy. *reblogs*

[shanology]

Our holiday on December 25th is all due to a typo - we’re not meant to be celebrating X-mas, but instead the birth of the first X-man

[yesimthepanda]

[jollywithyourhair-blog-blog]

[chillimanjaro-deactivated201908]

Reblogging again because you can never have enough Nazi flag ripping on your blog.

[fuckyeahnorsemythology]

Reblogging because we stand against hate.

[sourcherryblossom]

Reblogging because fuck yes

[asynca]

Mainstream media is really important in shaping a popular opinion - this movie (the Sound of Music, for people who don’t recognise it) was the first thing I knew about Nazis and the beginning of the war. I’d never heard about them before, and I remember mum having to explain to me what the symbol meant. This movie showed likable, strong and sympathetic characters tearing up Nazi flags and resisting the Nazis. It showed Nazi-sympathizers as intimidating and unfair. It showed us that normal people (Rolfe) could fall for their propaganda and we could lose them. 

I was seven years old when I first watched this and immediately I knew Nazis were terrible, and because of the power of the story and the warmth of the characters this feeling sunk to my core. 

I worry a lot about kids whose first introduction to world events is a movie like ‘American Sniper’. 

[frnkieroismydaddy]

when i watched Indiana Jones for the first time, my mom said if i ever saw a swastika, i should destroy it

[feministd1rection]

Gender roles in a nutshell: the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang entrances in The Goblet of Fire.

[meloromantics]

also, to my knowledge neither of those schools were sex-segregated in the books

[seaniepop]

That bothered me more than the Dumbledore yelling, actually.

[forgiveninasong]

Nicolas Flamel was an alum of Beauxbatons.

The first headteacher of Durmstrang was a witch.

[hecallsmepineappleprincess]

Bam.

[roseforthethorns]

In the books, it even says that there were boys and girls from each school. Thanks Hollywood for making Durmstrang buff and all athletic men and Beauxbatons all feminine and dainty.

[zirijava]

Just imagine what it would have meant for every kid watching, seeing girls walking beside the guys in Durmstrang being “manly” and boys walking with Beuxbaton being flirty and feminine.

It would have shown that girls and boys can be however they want.

[drarrysgirl]

It also suggested that the only way a female could have be selected to participate was if she was not up against any male competition. In the books Fleur is chosen as the best candidate for her school from a selection of female AND male students. And she was the best PERSON. Not the best GIRL.

[imaginedus-deactivated20180401]

all men are Russian and all Women are French.

[novaya-model]

Select your gender: 🔳 Russian 🔳 French

[lemonskittlesofficial]

reblog if it’s OK for me to send you asks abt whatever stupid thing my brain happens to be thinking about at a given moment

[lemonskittlesofficial]

i’ve decided that since tumblr gives me 10 precious asks an hour which are going to waste, i’m going to pick one person every night who reblogged this and spam their inbox with random stuff

[yesimthepanda]

I'm probably gonna live to a very old age simply because I'm gonna procrastinate dying

[yesimthepanda]

[yesimthepanda]

Something to Worry About

“Shit!” Jake muttered. Irena stared at the emergency alert on her phone, she was sure Jake was looking at the same thing. “Shit indeed”

It was only about 5 o’clock but the sun was already almost gone. Outside the siren was blaring. Jake and Irena had stayed after school to work on a project. They weren't technically supposed to be there, but since they didn't really know each other, neither of them had felt comfortable inviting the other home.

Irena got up, “We gotta get outta here” she said.

“You crazy? We can't go outside, for all we know it's a gas leak, going outside could kill us”

Knowing Jake was right she sat down again, nervously drumming her fingers on the back of her phone.

“Well what the hell do we do then? I can't stay here my parents are gonna freak”

“Call ‘em”

Irena sighed annoyed. It was pissing her off that Jake was so calm while she was sitting there thinking that her heart might jump out of her chest from sheer panic. Still she did as he said and called her mom. Then her dad. Then her mom again.

“They're not answering”

“They're probably dead” Jake said jokingly.

“That's not funny” answered Irena coldly.

He lowered his head trying to hide the fact his face was turning slightly red. “Sorry” he mumbled. Irena didn't bother answering.

They sat there in silence for a minute, listening to the siren. The school’s lights had gone out and their eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness. After a while Jake got up, signaling for Irena to follow.

“Where are you going?”

“Well I don’t know ‘bout you, but it’s our last day on earth, I’m gonna have some fun”

“Don’t be stupid, we’re not gonna die”

“And you can tell me with 100 percent certainty, that that’s a fact?”

“This isn’t some movie”

“And that ain’t an answer”. He turned around and started walking away. Not wanting to be alone Irena got up and followed him.

They strolled down the halls in silence. Jake was walking with his hands in his pockets, he seemed relaxed. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. Irena had never really paid much attention to him before. He was this quiet kid in the back of the class who never really spoke, but he didn’t seem shy. His hair was blond and wavy, usually unkempt and his eyes were a dark amber color. If Irena had to be honest she would say that he was actually a pretty attractive guy.

“How are you so calm? You just said you think we might die and yet you seem like you don’t give a shit” Irena asked as Jake pushed open the door to Mr. Langwell’s room.

“I don’t know... I mean whatever happens is outta my hands, ain’t no reason to worry ‘bout it”

Irena snorted, “That is so… I don’t even know… what about your family?”

Apparently that was a touchy subject. His muscles tensed and he remained quiet for moment. “Only family I’ve got left’s my dad and honestly the day he dies I’m throwing a party… found ‘em”. Jake pulled a set of keys out of Mr. Langwell’s desk drawer and jangled them in front of his face. Then he strode out the room “Come on”

As they turned down another hallway, the question was nagging at Irena’s mind. She didn’t wanna press him about it, but she really needed to talk about something. Anything to distract her from what was currently happening outside.

“Can I ask… what happened with you and your dad?”

He chuckled bitterly, like he’d known she was going to ask. “Bastard killed my mom, never served any time, no one could prove a thing… apparently a 5 year old witness doesn’t count for much”

“I’m sorry”

“Yeah… me too… now come on, you’re gonna like this”

With the keys he’d taken from Langwell’s room, Jake unlocked the door to the swimming pool. The familiar smell of chlorine hit Irena. The urge to dive in filled her immediately. She had used to swim all the time, but between school and friends, she hadn’t had time for the swim team this year.

He stripped down to his underwear and made a very poor attempt at a swan dive, that made Irena burst out laughing. “I’m sorry I don’t mean to laugh it’s just… goddamnit that was horrible”

“What?... no, that was by far the best dive you ever seen”

“Mhmm, let me show you how it’s done”, Irena shed her clothes and jumped into the pool. A perfect dive. The cool water surrounded her. It was almost completely silent, the loud sound of the siren getting muffled by the water. When she resurfaced, Jake was staring at her, amazed. “What?” she asked.

“Nothing, I just…”

“What?”

“You’re beautiful”

Irena raised her eyebrows and scoffed. “And I had to be in my underwear for you to think that?”

Jake’s face went bright red as he struggled to get his words out. “No I… tha… that ain’t what I meant. I mean you are... you know... beautiful but I’ve always thought that, I mean you’re probably the prettiest girl I know… I just… you… I wasn’t prepared for that”

“You mean you thought I was gonna jump in with all my clothes on?”. It really amused Irena to see him like this. She took step closer and cocked her head to the side.

“Yes, No… I don’t know I didn’t think about that”

Their eyes met. Irena could feel his breath on her face. He really was good looking, especially with drops of water dripping from his hair.

“We agreed this was the end of the world right?” said Jake, his voice low.

“Yeah”

“Then fuck it”

Jake closed the gap between them. His warm hands gently placed below her ears. His lips against hers. The world around them melted away.

They pulled apart what felt like way too quickly to catch their breaths. Huge smiles spread across their faces. Irena felt butterflies and the outside “apocalypse world” had no place in her mind.

“You cold? You’re shivering”

Irena nodded “Just a little”

“Let’s get out then”

They climbed out of the pool, pulled their clothes back on and went and sat on the bleachers. They sat there in a comfortable silence, Irena’s head resting on Jake’s shoulder. She noticed he was bouncing his leg.

“You okay?

Jake nodded, “Yeah I’m just a little worried I think”

“I thought you said you didn’t worry”

“Well…” Jake took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers, “You gave me something to worry about”

[yesimthepanda]

Mr. Bailings

The fresh smell of coffee reached his nostrils as soon as he stepped into the teachers lounge. Mr. Bailings was a grey, rather obese guy. He had been a college biology professor at Gretchfinn University for almost thirty years and had recently been transferred to Yesterside College. The new job had come out of nowhere. Never had he in his 60 years of life even heard of this supposedly prestigious college, but when the young, darkly clad woman, Ms. Hollowall if his memory didn't betray him, had stepped into his office a late tuesday evening and offered him the incredibly well paying job, he took it.

He had driven all of yesterday. Yesterside College lay amongst beautiful hills, stretching as far as the eye could see. It was very remote, the nearest form of civilization being a 4 hour car ride away. The building itself was very old fashioned. The sturdy walls were of old red bricks, and if it wasn't for the barless windows, one could easily have mistaken the place for a prison.

In about an hour his first lesson at Yesterside College would begin. At the other college, the teachers lounge would have been filled with professors talking and gossiping, but the only person there other than himself was Ms. Hollowall, who was quietly sipping coffee, while lost in her phone.

“Morning” grumbled Mr. Bailings. He was met with silence. Instead of trying again, he just shook his head. These youngsters, always on their phones. It wouldn't hurt her to put away the internet and just enjoy the quiet morning for once. Not that the morning was particularly enjoyable. Though it was early August, the weather was cold and dreary, but isn’t that just England?

His classroom was like any other. Blackboard, chairs, apple on the desk, exactly what you'd expect.

“Good morning… ah a full class I see, a good start”. Mr. Bailings made his way to the board where he scribbled his name with a piece of chalk. “My name is Mr. Bailings, I am 62, I’ve taught biology for 40 years, 30 of them college, let's uhh… let's just jump right into it”. He strained a smile and looked at his students.

Mr. Bailings started going over the course of what he would be teaching this year when his eyes fell on the back of the class. A student sat hidden behind a newspaper, his legs tossed up onto the table in front of him.

“Excuse me, please put down the newspaper… excuse me!” The kid didn’t react, nor did any of the other students. Their faces blank and emotionless. Mr. Bailings grunted angrily, no respect, doesn’t matter which college you teach at, they’re always the same. He started up the stairs and by the time he reached the top he was slightly out of breath.

As he stood beside the kid he tried to get a good look at him, but the kid’s face was almost entirely hidden behind the paper. He could see only the scruffy black hair on his head.

“What’s your name kid?”

“Bailings, sir” the kid said, his voice careless and rude like any other his age’s.

“Excuse me?”

“My name’s John Bailings sir”

“You think you’re funny, huh?” Mr. Bailings grabbed the paper out his hands and slammed it on the table. “Who do you think you are? Using my name?”

“It’s my name as well as yours sir. I am you sir”

Blood started rushing, as his anger boiled. A low hum started buzzing in his ears, making his head ache. Fist clenched. Eyes aflame. Bewildered by the sheer arrogance, Mr. Bailings leaned towards him. Amidst his anger, confusion arose. As he stared the kid down, he found himself staring back. 40 years younger, a biology major, but him nonetheless.

The buzzing grew louder. No not a buzzing. Voices. A whisper. “I am you sir, I am you sir”. Echoing. Constantly increasing in volume.

“Impossible” Spat Mr. Bailings, trying to convince himself more than anyone else. “Impossible”, he spat again, his voice quivering with desperation. He grabbed the desk tightly to keep himself from fainting.

“Maybe... Maybe not. Look at the newspaper” said John. Mr. Bailings eyes fell on the crumbled paper, clutched in his left hand.

“What about it?”

“Look at it”

The whispers were now deafening.“I am you sir”. Roaring, as he flattened the newspaper onto the desk, scanning the front page. “Friday, February 10th, 1956”. Written in bold letters across the front page it said “Youngest Graduate of Chesterville College Comes Back to Teach”. The rest of the page had no words, only scribbles.

“I don’t understand…”. Pearls of sweat dripped from his forehead. He felt like vomiting. “What is this?”

“Our life accomplishments. Every good thing, every bad thing we’ve ever done, that’s ever happened to us… It’s in there” John tapped on the newspaper.

His ears were ringing. The whispers ear-splitting. Mr. Bailings flipped through the newspaper. His life passing before his eyes. When he turned the last page and stared at the newspapers back, his body went numb.

“No”

***

Mr. Bailings’ body was found in his office at Gretchfinn University a late tuesday evening on May 22nd, 2018. Heartattack.

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[snowflake-collections-deactivat]

Let me show you one of my favorite images on the internet: nuns performing “exorcism” on a very patient punk dude

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dbXr3GikQE

[mycelian-network]

I really didn’t think this needed to be said but here’s my fucking hot take y’all ready for this

(Sharp inhale)

DO NOT SHIP TWO NON FICTIONAL STRAIGHT MEN WHO HAVE SAID MULTIPLE TIMES THAT THEY ARE STRAIGHT, OPENLY HAVE COMMITTED HETEROSEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS, AND ARE CLEARLY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH CREEPY TEENAGE GIRLS DRAWING/ WRITING EXPLICIT, DETAILED PORN OF THEM WITH THEIR BEST FRIEND AND/OR COLLEAGUE. IT IS DISGUSTING. THE CALIBER SOME PEOPLE ARE TAKING THIS TO CAN BE CONSIDERED SEXUAL HARASSMENT, I AM NOT EVEN JOKING. FORCING YOUR PORN DOWN PEOPLE’S THROATS IS DISGUSTING, DEPLORABLE, AND UNACCEPTABLE. SOME PEOPLE, ESPECIALLY YOUTUBERS, HAVE A LARGE UNDERAGE AUDIENCE AND NO CHILD WANTS TO BE EXPOSED TO LITERAL PORNOGRAPHY WHEN THEY LOOK UP THEIR FAVORITE YOUTUBER. IMAGINE LOOKING UP “MARKIPLIER” ON GOOGLE IMAGES AND ON THE FIRST PAGE OF RESULTS, YOU FIND GAY PORN. BECAUSE THAT’S HAPPENED TO ME. MANY YOUTUBERS WHO HAVE BEEN SUBJECTED TO THIS HAVE EXPLICITLY TOLD THE FANS TO STOP BECAUSE IT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE. AND YET YOU FUCKERS KEEP DOING IT. TO NOBODY’S SURPRISE, THERE IS NO HIDDEN, UNDERCOVER PLOT THAT TWO STRAIGHT MEN WITH GIRLFRIENDS ARE SECRETLY DATING. THAT IS ABSURD. SOME PEOPLE HAVE EVEN HARRASSED PEOPLE’S CURRENT S/O’S FOR “SINKING THEIR SHIP.” LEAVE THEM OUT OF YOUR SICK, TWISTED, FUJOSHI FANTASY. KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF. IF YOU’RE A FUJOSHI THAT SHIPS TWO NONFICTIONAL HETEROSEXUAL MEN, PLEASE UNFOLLOW ME IMMEDIATELY.

I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH GIRLS SHIPPING FICTIONAL MEN WHO ARE POSSIBLY GAY, BUT IF YOU START TAKING YOUR BULLSHIT TO CONVENTIONS AND PRESSURING AND CHANTING AT TWO COSPLAYERS TO MAKE OUT OR BE SEXUAL WITH EACH OTHER WHEN THE COSPLAYERS DON’T EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER AND ARE NON-CONSENTING, THEN WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM. IF YOU DO THIS, WHETHER YOU WANT TO ADMIT IT OR NOT, UNFOLLOW ME AS WELL.

[cncohoee-deactivated20200321]

This boy

[taintedauthor]

No but he literally didn’t. They’ve talked about in interviews how he was never given the real script because he sucks at keeping secrets so they made sure he didn’t know how the movie plays out.

[youngsamberg]

Charles during The Proposal™ vs. Charles during The Wedding™

[resacon1990]

ALRIGHT GUYS THAT A WRAP FOR THIS YEAR

THANKS FOR STICKING AROUND. 

[yesimthepanda]

Aaay! That’s my country

[of-aurora]

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

[bigbuffcheetohpuff97-deactivate]

ive never hit reblog so fast