You know, an R-rated Deadpool film is well and good, but I kind of want to see Wade show up in one of the regular X-Men films, too.
I want to see him hastily catch himself every time he’s about to say “fuck”, because he knows that the film - being rated PG-13 - is only allowed one F-bomb, and he wants to make it count.
I want to see him throw the ugliest tantrum when, after he spends the whole movie saving up that one allotted “fuck” for the perfect moment, somebody else uses it up before he has a chance.
And that someone is Wolverine.
I so love that this is completely possible in upcoming films
Wade: Everyone knowns PG-13 mean you only get one f-bomb. Gotta use it wisely.
so in my greek class we were talking about oral composition and how something like the iliad must have been composed, and my prof asked us to consider how we would rapidly compose something like poetry on the spot. and i think it was a really important exercise not just for understanding the construction of an oral epic but also for reminding us of how great works can come from supposedly “humble” origins. so if anyone is ever snobby about their homer, just remind them that, as my professor put it, the iliad is basically ancient freestyle rap, and homer is much closer to jay z than to f. scott fitzgerald
basically what i’m saying is please imagine homer asking someone to give him a beat on the lyre and then dropping the sickest fucking meter ever. the ill-iad, by lil homie
I'm actually interested in what you talked about yesterday, namely Finn and his relationship to pain meds + stormpilot.
The first thing Finn asks when he wakes up is, “Where’s Rey?”
The second thing he asks is, “Shouldn’t you be doing something important?”
The third thing he asks is, “Why aren’t they letting me get out of bed?”
Poe holds onto his hand and answers. “She’s coming back in a few days. I’m doing something important right now. They’re not letting you get up because you’re still healing.”
Finn clearly wants to argue with all three of those; for someone who grew up obeying orders, Poe thinks, the guy’s got a contrary streak a parsec wide. But after a minute he settles back into the bed. “I must be all better, though,” he says. “Nothing hurts.”
Poe’s eyebrows are climbing halfway up his forehead before he remembers about the Stormtrooper Acclimatization Protocols. He’s not supposed to say, nothing’s supposed to hurt, what the hell, Finn. “Do things usually hurt when you’re injured?”
“Pain is good for focus,” Finn says slowly, watching Poe carefully. “Did – you not know that?”
“I did,” says Poe, instead of saying something like what the fuck. “But it also makes life a lot less pleasant.”
Finn seems to consider this seriously. “So – what, you guys use pain meds even when you don’t need to? What if you run out? What happens if someone else is in pain and I used it all up, or–”
Poe has a flash to the bombing of their first Resistance base, a few years ago; General Organa had dragged a half-dozen people out of the wreckage before getting caught in a blast herself. Han had shown up less than three days later, frantic and awful and every bit the asshole Leia had described, and he’d sat at her bedside for two weeks until she woke up. She summoned Poe and Statura for a sitrep and had asked a million and one questions, with her leg still wrapped up and her arm in a sling, and Han slouched in a chair beside her, smiling faintly.
“I’ll have the doctor let you know just how much pain medication we’ve got,” he says to Finn. “Suffice to say, we’ve got plenty. And our supply lines are secure. And Finn,” he adds, leaning forward, Finn’s hand clutching at his, “You’re worth the expenditure, okay? The Resistance wants you healthy, but we’re not just an army, okay? We want you feeling feeling good, too.”
wheres all the support for the emotional abuse victims
no, seriously. victims of emotional abuse have it hard because they do not have the physical marks or the records to “prove” to someone they were hurt and are hurting. most people will not take emotional abuse as seriously as physical abuse, saying “you should get over it” or “sticks and stones”. thats fucking bullshit.
emotional abuse victims who have been forced to do or say or be things you never wanted to, i love you.
emotional abuse victims who have been gaslighted and manipulated to the point where you no longer know what is real, i care for you.
emotional abuse victims who are told they will never be loved by anyone else and they are not a good person, you are amazing.
emotional abuse victims who feel manipulative and often catch themselves mirroring actions of their abusers and feel sick to their stomachs because theyre “turning into them”, you are not them and never will be. you are so much better than that.
emotional abuse victims who have to live every day suffering because nobody understands how messed up you are from what they said or did or made you do, you arent alone.
anyone who reads this, i care for you. please support all victims of abuse every single day because they deserve it just like they deserve the love and care those in the past have failed to provide them
i really love our generation’s joke trend of like, very calm but incredibly inflated hyperbole. like nobody says “oh she’s pretty” anymore we say “i would willingly let her murder me” and everyone is just like “lol same”
i think “same” is also great and “me,” i love when somebody reblogs a picture of like, a lizard, and just says “me” and we all know exactly what they mean. the current online Humor Discourse is remarkable because we trade exclusively in metaphors and implications and nobody ever, ever says anything outright and yet EVERYBODY understands each other perfectly
ExR "We are gods. Grantaire was only mortal man but he gave his life for us. For us dream. We are gods but I don't know what to do for him"
Hey anon, I really, really hope you don’t mind me playing a bit with your sentence, I’m sorry! I ask for one and then I transform it, I hope you like this anyway!
“We are gods!” Enjolras finally says, almost shouts, to his stone-faced friends. “Grantaire was only a mortal man, but he gave his life for us! For our dream! We are gods but I don’t know - I don’t know what to do for him now,” he finishes more quietly.
The silence is his only answer. He tries to muster some more anger in himself, but there’s no point in being angry at his friends, because he knows they’re mourning Grantaire as much as he is - maybe even more, he thinks guiltily as he catches sight of Joly’s pale face and the way Bossuet is firmly looking at the ground, holding Joly’s hand tightly.
For the first time in his life, a strange nagging feeling of emptiness is creeping into Enjolras’ chest, and he’s at lost at what to do about it. He’s on the verge of sitting next to Combeferre, seeking contact, when he hears a delicate cough.
He sees his friends tense and frown, and he looks behind him. His mother is standing there, tall and as gorgeous as always; she’s chosen to take the form that Enjolras remembers the most: golden skin and golden curls, full pinks lips and a heart-shaped face with sharp-cheekbones and big blue eyes. She’s chosen to look like him. She hasn’t done that in more than five years.
“Nobody appreciates hubris, my darling,” is her first words now. “None of you are gods, you are merely their sons.”
“Is this a lesson?” Enjolras asks, anger coming back in a moment. “Was this supposed to be a slap on the wrist, is that why you came to him with this ridiculous bargain?”
Aphrodite tilts her head on the side, thoughtful.
“He came to me,” she says after a second. “He was scared of Zeus’ wrath, of what would happen to you now that your plans had been revealed. He knew I could appease Zeus with the right incentive.”
“You could have asked for anything in return,” Enjolras says furiously. “Anything but his death!”
“I did,” Aphrodite says. “I asked him to give up his love for you.”
ok i wasnt going to comment but i know how fast misinformation spreads on this site and how many of yall just hate checking sources before taking things as facts. and im going to try to do this without spoiling anything.
there are not rape jokes in the Deadpool movie.
one of the scenes ppl keep talking about is when Negasonic Teenage Warhead hits Angel Dust and Deadpool says ‘i feel bad for anyone who tries to pressure her into prom sex’. hes not joking about date rape. he is literally saying she is going to beat the shit out of anyone who tries to pressure her into doing something she doesnt want to do.
at another point Wade and another character are talking about their own abusive childhood lives. they are talking about their OWN abuse. this also happens in the comics in which Wade was both physically and sexually abused as a child and he tries to joke it off. hes trying to make light of his own abuse.
i know a lot of people have said they arent going to watch the movie bc of that post claiming there are tons of rape jokes and yall just need to talk with people who have actually seen the movie before you make snap judgements.
i’m happy to talk with anyone who is still nervous or needs something clarified.
don’t just reblog Bernie posts and think you’re making a change…18+ tumblr users, GO REGISTER AND VOTE! No matter how many millions of people support him, we can’t do shit unless you get off your butt and VOTE! you have the power to make a change by simply showing up at a voting booth for 5 minutes, so don’t you dare give any excuses.
STRESS THE REGISTER PART! That’s the most common mistake! Do Not forget to register to vote, make sure you don’t miss the deadline in your state!
i did that adult thing you can do where you buy an entire cake and just eat it
i am eating an entire cake
update: there is more cake than i imagined.
i see now why my parents didn’t let me do this
The trick to buying an entire cake and eating it is you don’t eat it all at once.
But, and this is crucial, not because someone else is controlling your portions. Because it’s your cake. Because you don’t have to worry that if you don’t finish it now, somebody will take the rest away. Because you can eat as much cake as you feel like eating and then stop, and the remaining cake will still be there when you want some more. Which may be in an hour or may be in a couple of days.
The only way to start speaking a language is to start speaking it badly
I will reblog this everytime becAUSE IT IS SO TRUE AND WILL ALWAYS BE TRUE . DONT BE AFRAID TO GO OUT THERE AND MAKE MISTAKES BBYS. AN INCORRECT VERB TENSE ISNT THE END OF THE WORLD
Yup. This is why you should look askance at anything that claims it will “boost your immune system”. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME, NICE HEALTH FOOD STORE LADY?!
Ever since gay marriage became legal in Spain in 2005, thousands of
lesbian couples have tied the knot. But this law has an interesting
precedent; Marcela and Elisa were married in 1901. In a church wedding!
Wedding photo of Marcela (left) and Elisa, dressed as a man.
Of course, same-sex marriage was not legal in Spain at the time, so the
two school teachers had to come up with a delicate scheme. One day,
Elisa and Marcela simulated a fight in the house they shared in the tiny
village of Dumbría, and Elisa moved to A Coruña.
While there, Elisa cut her hair, started wearing men’s clothes, and took
up smoking. She found a priest desperate to gain parishioners, and he
baptized her as a man. She adopted the name ‘Mario’ and returned to
Dumbría. Marcela then introduced Elisa to her family and neighbors as
‘Mario’, Elisa’s cousin, and said they were going to get married.
Indeed, people were amazed at how much this ‘Mario’ looked like Elisa;
same height, same voice, same mannerisms and temper.
The wedding was held on the 8th of June, 1901, in the Church of St. Jorge in A Coruña.
After the ceremony, the happy couple was photographed at José Sellier’s
studio. The next day, the newlyweds returned to Dumbría in a horse
carriage.
Eventually, Marcela and ‘Mario’ were outed by their
suspecting neighbors to local authorities. A huge scandal broke out, with both national and international newspapers writing about the ‘disgraceful’ marriage which did not include a man. Both women were fired from their jobs,
excommunicated, and an arrest warrant was issued for both of them. The couple fled to many Spanish cities, until finally boarding a ship to the
Americas, presumably to Argentina.
It should be noted that
Marcela and Elisa’s wedding is still valid to this day, since it was
never annulled by neither The Catholic Church nor the Civil Registry. Therefore,
Marcela and Elisa’s union is the first officially registered same-sex marriage in Spain, 104 years before it became legal for Spanish lesbian couples to marry.
You know what I love? Redemptive story arcs. I love characters who fuck up. Who know they’ve fucked up, and it’s not because of something they couldn’t control or didn’t know - it’s because of their own choices. And I love it when they are brave enough to stand up and say “I was wrong”, and then they spend forever trying to undo what they did. To me that’s more important than heroes who never screw up, because I’m not perfect, so when I screw up and need the courage to admit it, I need people to look to who did the same thing.
Leia finds out that neither Finn nor Rey know who their families are, and she refuses to let them be in a room alone together until they can both produce family trees that go back three generations.
“Never again, Chewie” Leia tells him as they watch BB-8 aggressively roll between them every time they try to get within arm’s reach. “
I know it’s unlikely, but never again.”
Okay, so I might get a lot of hate for this, I might not. I don’t particularly care either way, as long as word gets out about this, because it’s extremely important to me.
As I’m sure most people know by now, bees are disappearing at alarming rates. Simply put, our entire species could not survive without them. This is due to a syndrome called Colony Collapse Disorder (CCD).
On the other hand, beekeepers are essential to increasing bee populations. They monitor the bees’ health and help protect them from dangerous parasites and pesticides that are suspected to cause CCD. In addition, well-kept bees never need to use the amount of honey they produce; Honey is made by the bees to consume only when there is not enough food for them outside the hive. In the care of a good beekeeper, this will only happen during the winter months, and the keeper will leave enough honey for the bees to thrive until it’s spring again.
It’s best to buy local, organic honey if at all possible. Local beekeepers will not use dangerous factory-farming methods, and it helps maintain your local bee population! If you want to help bees in a more active way than buying local honey, you can plant a bee garden or even become a small-scale beekeeper! (I don’t have a link for this, it’s best to check out local resources. Maybe even ask the person selling honey at your farmer’s market!)
Re-blogging because this is important to note!
I’m actively trying to switch my sugar usage (in coffee, tea etc) to local honey, because even if it’s more expensive I want to do my part (and it being more expensive means I use less in each cup, which is good for me too)
For anyone who has ever stained their underwear with period blood…..put your stained underwear in a mixture of ¾ ice cold water and top it with a ¼ of peroxide……mix it…….give it about an hour or two……let it dry……and ya got brand new, blood-free underwear
Reblog to save your favorite pair of underwear (and a life)
my sexuality is that shot in the opening of xena: warrior princess of lucy lawless turning toward the light with wind flowing through her hair, looking more beautiful than any human being has a right to look
like what the fuck!!!!!!!!!
i knew exactly the moment you were describing in an instant but thank u for providing a pic anyway bc……. what radiance!? what splendour.
and the picture doesn’t even do it justice like……….. it doesn’t capture the movement, the way she turns, her face before she smiles, the music playing in the background……. lucy lawless is a gift
you know why it’s so critically important to celebrate women over the age of 40?
because young women and girls need role models. need someone to aspire to become as they age.
as it is, society basically tells girls and young women: aspire to be 18-22. do not aspire or imagine past that, for you are useless without youth and beauty. do not aspire to be wise, or strong, beautiful without youth, or valuable with lines and wrinkles. and THAT is scary. we put a cap on aspirations for girls, because we want them to think the ideal comes and goes by 20–when really, we’re at our best for many, many years beyond.
Not to make a post about real life into a post about scifi, but this was the biggest thing that struck me about Leia in The Force Awakens. I can’t think of another time when I’ve gotten to see a teenage girl character grow up like that. Getting to see that Leia Organa grew up to continue to be shrewd and emotional and a respected leader who was still vital to her cause was incredible.
things I’ve learned to say to boys:
-you’re not funny
-don’t talk to me like I’m dumb
-I probably know more about this than you do
-don’t fucking talk about her like that
-I’m not comfortable with this
-I don’t owe you anything
-you just repeated exactly what I said
-no
It’s 2015. If doctors don’t know how to operate on fat bodies. Then they shouldn’t be doctors. We have enough resources an equipment to deal with “obese” patients. There is no need for the medical community to continue fat shaming.
Let’s talk a little bit more in depth about how obesity affects surgical procedures.
In most serious, intensive surgeries, you’re probably going to be under anesthesia, right? And you’re probably going to have medications to take afterwards. Stuff like this filtered through the kidneys and liver.
Obese patients have much higher rates of renal hypertension, which affects the kidneys, and morbidly obese patients have a 90% likelihood of having abnormalities in their liver.
That all adds up to a really bad time, and drugs being filtered out of the system quicker and therefore not working as intended. And you really want your anesthesia to work right when people are cutting into you.
In addition to this, some weight-based drugs are affected by fatty tissue, and some are not, so this can cause problems in determining the proper dosage.
Obese patients are at a higher risk for deep-vein thrombosis – this is when a blood clot forms in a deep vein, like in the leg. Surgery is recognized as a risk factor for DVT, and so obese patients undergoing surgery are doubly at risk.
Finding veins in the patient is also made difficult – it’s the difference between finding the edge piece in a 1000 piece puzzle, vs finding it in a 100 piece puzzle.
It’s harder to monitor blood pressure in obese patients as well, as standard cuffs may not work due to there being too much fatty tissue between the blood vessel and the cuff.
When you’re performing surgery, you have to pull back the flesh and muscle to get to where you’re trying to operate on – the more you have to pull back, the more difficult this becomes.
This image shows how much more you’re having to work through when doing an operation on an obese person:
So no, it’s not a matter of doctors being bad at their job. Surgery by itself is a difficult and risk-laden process – adding obesity on top of that adds an uneccessary layer of additional risk and complexity.
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This is very true. When I had open heart surgery, there were various complications as well as problems with the anesthesia because of how fat I was. Thanks be to God my surgeon was top notch. But the fact of the matter is that if I was a thinner patient, the surgery would have been far less traumatic. In fact, if I had not put on so much weight, my aortic valve would have lasted me longer. So, yeah, biological and scientific realities are at stake when you carry too much weight.
I have seen some communities on tumblr try to push a “body positive” self esteem agenda by dismissing health risks of obesity as fat bias.
Yes. You can be beautiful no matter what your body looks like.
No. You cannot always be healthy regardless of what your body looks like, and while self confidence is important, taking care of yourself and addressing health problems-including being overweight- is important.
Thanks for someone being honest and real about the risks of obesity and the medical field
Im glad this didnt explode and now ive learned a little more about health risks and obesity. Thank you tumblr
is that it can be really dangerous. The idea that only you know yourself and your symptoms best is shlock. You don’t. And you most definitely should be aware that your sense of self is even further compromised by illness.
I diagnosed myself with depression last year. I knew what it was, my sister had depression and she was getting better with medication. I had all the symptoms and I fit in with every checklist and I’d suffered depression off and on for years.
Desperate and armed with my internet searches I went to my doctor and demanded relief. I wanted drugs and help and NOW. My life was a wreck, I was a wreck and I couldn’t do it anymore. I wouldn’t take no for an answer. Unfortunately (as it would turn out) my doctor trusted me and gave me what I wanted, anti-depressants and a referral to speak to someone about my mental health.
I walked out prescription in hand, relieved for the first time in months that things were going to get better. And they did! But only briefly.
Because I got my diagnosis wrong.
Or I guess you could say 50% wrong. I had diagnosed myself with Major Depressive Disorder and yes, I was most definitely depressed BUT what I actually had was Bipolar Disorder. Type 2 specifically.
Now, what’s something that a person with bipolar disorder should never ever do without supervision and a mood stabilizer? Take antidepressants.
What followed was the mood rollercoaster from hell. I had moved to a new city and separated from my doctor continued my medication in the hopes enough of it would work. It put me into a mood episode called a mixed state. I constantly angry, agitated, crawling out of my skin. Things were so awful I began to question if the world was even real. How could a place this painful even exist?
I felt a constant, desperate, clawing need for…what? Something. I couldn’t identify it. A saviour maybe? And I did find one in the end. Death, I thought, would be my saviour.
If this is all sounding a bit dramatic it’s because I’m trying to illustrate a point. 2 months after misdiagnosing myself and starting anti-depressants I tried to commit suicide. Off we went to the hospital where an overworked but well-meaning emergency psych handed me another prescription for anti-depressants. I left the hospital, filled the prescription and was right back on the mood rollercoaster. 2 weeks later I tried to kill myself again. This time when I got to the hospital they told me I couldn’t leave.
Being locked up for a month wasn’t fun, but it was probably one of the better things that happened to me. It was the first time someone really asked me questions instead of taking me at my word. My diagnosis changed and I still need medication but now I have the right kind.
What annoys me most about this is that I LOOKED at Bipolar II as a diagnosis. I looked right at it and said nah. That’s not it. I wasn’t able to objectively evaluate my moods. I see the cycles of hypomania and depression now but at the time I just thought that was me. I’m creative! Of COURSE I work a ton sometimes and can’t bear living other times! Some of the blame here lies with my doctor and some with me. I should have said I have all these symptoms can we figure out what is going on?
Anyway, that was 8 months ago. Things didn’t get 100% better right away and they still aren’t 100% better now. I still question my diagnosis and I have once or twice ditched my meds only to be quickly reminded why I need them when my mood starts kicking my ass.
To be clear: self advocacy is FINE. That’s not the issue. Advocating for yourself is how you open a conversation. (And of course ditch your doc if they’re dismissive of opening a dialogue.)
The real issue is this idea that’s taking hold that doctors need to trust their patients because only their patients know themselves best. It’s dangerous when patients believe this and it’s especially dangerous when doctors believe it. Don’t diagnose yourself. Yeah, you might get it right, but if you don’t? It’s fucking russian roulette.
My doctor trusted me and I trusted me and it was almost fatal.
