the-little-engine-that-couldnt:
good morning cruel world
Don’t you mean goodbye?
no i meant good morning. this world may be cruel but i’m still kickin’
This really cheered me up
Okay but you are 100% on point there.
Friend, it’s Deadpool. Tony was like “here, kid, come help us have a fight in this airport and also sign this restraining order against Wade Wilson”. Peter’s all “???? is this about the Accords thing? who’s Wade Wilson, is he on Captain America’s side?” and Tony’s like “naw this is literally just standard practice in the superhero community”.
Being a procrastinator with a violent fear of failure is almost hilarious because like 80% of the time I’m like “I’m not even going to think about this” and then there’s like a distinct moment when everything switches and it turns to “I can’t fail oh my god I need to turn this into an A in like a day why am I like this”
instead of that “write an about me” meme going around, people should write a review, like on the back of a book cover, about me and i’ll put it on my blog.
examples:
- she is so cool - anonymous
- definitely not thirsty - anonymous
- who are you and why are you in my house? - my mum
PLEASE DO THIS. I WILL PUT THE BEST ONES ON MY BLOG DESCRIPTION
Omg this is amazing
I know this blog is run by 4 mods, but maybe it could still work, DO IT ~cf
Oh my lord please do you guys I want to see this
do you ever read an article so bad that it makes you want to get a PhD so that you can publish a response and thinkshame the author’s opinions with authority
“thinkshame” is officially the greatest word we’ve come up with as a species.
Seriously though, the easiest way to piss off a rich person is to own something expensive as a poor person—they literally think that they’re the only people who deserve nice things and will argue that you deserve to starve and die for it.
Three times in my life, my mom has saved up for 6-13 months to make big purchases for me.
The first, once she heard about the ps3 coming out, she starting saving. By the time my birthday rolled around, almost a year after it came out, she had bought it for me. The second time, she bought me a flat screen 30" tv from a pawn shop as a graduation gift. She wanted me to be able to comfortably see the tv/play the game she got me while I was away for school instead of using our tiny tube tv. The third time is the most recent; she asked my brother to take her to the Air Force base and use her card to buy a ps4 for me so that they could use his military discount. It was my christmas present just after the system came out.
I’ve had people from high school til now tell me that if I wanted to live or have money I’d sell all of my belongings. To wealthy people, poor people should look poor at all times. They should have bare studio apartments with blankets for a bed and wear rags and walk everywhere they go. I’m sure they’d prefer it if we didn’t have shoes too. Goodness forbid we do anything nice for ourselves or someone gives us a gift that we don’t immediately go sell. It’s infuriating and depressing all at once.Shout out to everyone who has ever had this problem. Seriously. This just in, poor people can have nice things, we just tend to have them more rarely and without disposing of them until we absolutely have to. That luxury car is a hand-me-down, the Calvin Klein shirt is from a bin sale at Sam’s Club, and that TV was something we could only get in a tiny window of sales after Christmas, with money that had been given to us for the purpose of selecting a gift.
This shit happens fucking constantly.
God this is important and it’s also worth pointing out that THINGS…. are often affordable. phones are affordable at a discount with various plans from providers, electronics are on sale all the time, a ONE TIME purchase is often affordable.
what isn’t affordable: the rising costs of rent, the rising costs of food, car payments and car-fixing expenses if you can only afford to buy a cheap used car in the first place, a wardrobe nice enough to wear to a job interview and to the office every day after that, medical procedures and medicine if you live in the states and don’t have amazing insurance.
THINGS are often affordable. LIVING is barely affordable.
and by the way, having a smartphone and a computer is not even a luxury these days. you pretty much HAVE to have those for work/school/communication these days. they are basic necessities for anyone trying to get out of poverty.
OOOH THAT LAST ONE. YES.
Things are often doable. It’s the things that have to happen for life that cause issues. Do you know how much food costs? Rent? Utilities? Medical care? Wow, I am so angry, I’m gonna go fight everybody ever.
good morning I love sam wilson
Good afternoon, me too.
good evening, just checking in, I still love sam wilson, you? good. sam wilson though. I mean, wow. sam. wilson.
salutations i’m just poping in to agree. sam wilson. what a great. just. how wonderful it is to live in a world with sam wilson in it. i love sam wilson.
these are all excellent points, thank you. sam wilson is also excellent. e x c e l l e n t. I am thankful for him also.
But have you stopped to consider…Sam Wilson? Gosh Sam Wilson is the greatest.
Sam Wilson is the greatest good we’re ever gonna get.
if something has hidden pockets in it i am 1000000% more likely to buy it
i cannot stress this enough, young ladies.
find a slightly older female friend. like… two to ten years older than you. they will save your life, they will teach you so much, they will give you such great life lessons. they are so vital and helpful and important.
And don’t worry if the person is married or has kids. One day you may find yourself in that stage needing advice
My knitting group is so full of diverse life experience, it’s a really wonderful place
okay so uh
i apparently have become the person that your math textbook warns you about due to my grocery store only selling buttermilk by the half-gallon
SO
DO ANY OF YOU PEOPLE LIVE WITHIN HALF AN HOUR OF CHARLOTTE HALL, MARYLAND? BECAUSE I AM VERY SHORTLY GOING TO HAVE A COUPLE HUNDRED ANISE COOKIES THAT I NEED TO GET RID OF
no i’m actually serious i need to use all the buttermilk because i’d feel horrible pouring it out and i don’t know what to _do_ with all of them, the recipe makes like 20+ cookies and i’m making twelve batches
PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIVE NEARBY AND WOULD BE INTERESTED
I DO NOT AT ALL LIVE NEARBY BUT THIS MADE MY NIGHT, I’M FUCKING DYING.
ATTENTION, FEZ HAS BECOME THE PERSON THE MATH TEACHERS WERE TRYING TO WARN US ABOUT.
when u get an ask: kill bill sirens
when the ask turns out to be positive: oh
what i want from the finn/poe, finn/rey and finn/rey/poe side of star wars fandom
less weirdly sugary fluff pieces
more working with the fact that its poe is a mouthy risk taker who will throw himself into danger
that finn is quick and clever and willing to do hard things for the right thing, even when it terrifies him
that rey has eaten a dude. i mean, ok no, but she’s so fucking scrappy and vicious and kind. She’s a lot of things all the time.
I don’t know I just want more variety in the stories told about them
and that, as @sharpestrose said, all three of these people would steal a car with the littlest of provocations. don’t just slot them into ‘innocent fluffy bunnies with sad backstories’
all three of them are scrappy as hell, and its delightful
They pretty much do all steal cars in the course of the film. Finn steals two.
Like they had good cause and all but still.
Finn breaks, as far as he has been taught all his life, a terrorist out of military prison. They steal the fastest car they can find and blow up as much shit as they can on their way out. They total the car immediately. He starts several fights in a local marketplace, meets a girl in those fights and they immediately steal her bosses antique car. They meet a con man while he is stealing what he claims is his antique car from them. They sick killer monsters on his justifiably angry customers and hitch a ride with him. He knows someone who can hook them up with another stolen car. Things don’t quite work out when Finn turns down a job offer and they are only saved from Finns old boss by the old dude’s old lady who seems to be running a chop shop come revolutionary army. Finns first friend is a hoon in his shiny black muscle car. They blow up pretty much everywhere they go after that.
Rebellion, resistance, violent revolution, baby! Bring it on!
I love all of this, but also let me beam with pride and love and say that I am
ALWAYS HERE FOR REY EATING A DUDE.
I am flipping through an old history textbook I used when I was a kid
in the chapter about the Constitutional Convention, there’s a few paragraphs about Alexander Hamilton
and the first line of that section is just “Alexander Hamilton did not help the situation.”
You don’t have to sexualize fat girls to compliment them.
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America, you’re very entertaining but we worry about you a lot.
Fic where all of the Avengers are trying to teach tech stuff to Steve (especially Tony who just gets so annoyed at his apparent tech incompetence) but he just seems super hopeless at it until one day one of them stumbles across a youtube account that’s filled with a series of videos titled ‘How Long Can I Keep My Friends Convinced I Have No Idea What Technology Is’ and it turns out he’s been gaming them for YT hits for months.
“How do I make the Google do the thing” has over 30 million hits alone.
when you see something that reminds you of a partner/loved one and you send them a link to it that’s a form of gift-giving (preserving the meaning and thoughtfulness behind “i saw this and i thought you would like it”) without costing money, and i think that’s a cool thing to talk about re: love in the digital age that’s not “millennials look at their phones too much and it’s destroying relationships”
absolutely. some of the best texts i get are the ones that are “i saw this and it reminded me of you.” i think that’s huge.
If you fucked up today, that’s okay. You’re still smart, and good, and people still love you.
If you’re in a dark place today, that’s okay. Even if you feel like you can’t get out of bed, and all you can do is breathe, that’s okay. You breathe, take the time you need, and we’ll be here when you’re ready.
Every day is a battle. On some, you demolish whatever’s ahead of you. On others, you just have to hang on for dear life. Either way, you’re a warrior. Don’t forget it.
“Which author would you want to bring into 2015″ is such a hard question to answer I mean you could watch Arthur Conan Doyle despair over everything Sherlock Holmes within the last century or you could present Douglas Adams with an iPad
I would quite like to unleash Dickens on the Tories.
imagine William Shakespeare in the age of social media. 24/7 supreme dick jokes and the world celebrates.
Victor Hugo vs Twitter’s 140 character limit
Okay but Oscar Wilde on Instagram
Give Asimov an actual real robot
Show Lovecraft a mixed-race president and watch him shit himself in fear and anger
Introduce Mark Twain to Stephen Colbert, preferably in front of a live audience
All of these. And bring Dumas to meet Obama.
Lord Byron and facebook.
Show Tolkien the movies they made of his books
“oh, you’re bi? so will you have a threeway with me and my gf?”
“why, you can’t satisfy her on your own?”
this is my new response to this question
Omg thank you! This is beautiful
“So you see,” said the Royal Advisor, wringing his hands, “the curse states the princess will die on the night before her twenty-fifth birthday–”
“Hang on,” said the princess, “‘ON the night before’–”
The Advisor nodded grimly.
“So what you’re saying is that, until that one specific date, I am effectively immortal?”
“Technically yes, but then–” the King stammered.
“Wow,” said the princess, who was sixteen and did not possess amazing impulse control. “I’m gonna go teach myself how to juggle chainsaws while hang gliding over shark-infested waters, catch you chuckleheads later.”
Here’s the thing about curses that most people don’t realize: curses are selfish.
Not the motives behind them—not necessarily, at any rate—but the curses themselves, the nuts and bolts of the magic, so to speak. If someone wraps an enchantment around you, and that enchantment’s sole purpose is to doom you on a particular day and time—the stroke of midnight is pretty popular, for whatever reason—well.
Something that complex and powerful operates according to its own rules. It wants vengeance, and that means doing whatever must be done to ensure that no rival foe shows up at the eleventh hour to steal its thunder. Princess Hammerhands the Sharkpuncher, as she would later come to be known, was an extremely rash and somewhat foolish person, but the “immortality until you die” loophole is real.
Knowing your body will defy death takes some of the thrill out of death-defying stunts, as it turns out. Some, not all. Princess Hammerhands the Sharkpuncher had some good years on the daredevil circuit. She picked up several neat tricks—a good performance wasn’t just about survival, but artistry, she figured. She befriended sword swallowers and fire breathers and professional dragon ticklers. But after three years, she was feeling antsy again.
i hope everyone finds a reason to smile today. i know sometimes days can be really tough and you don’t know what you’re doing or why you’re here but just know that because you are alive, everything is possible.
Disabled people’s lives are just as important and just as valuable as non-disabled people’s lives.
Just consider what the fact that this post hasn’t been shared outside tumblrs disabled communities says.
when will “protecting family values” mean increasing aid for families in poverty and cracking down harder on abusive parents and assisting parents in paying for their children’s education instead of just being code for “we gotta stop the gays”
fats:
*banging my fists on a table* LET CASHIERS HAVE CHAIRS
Every time I see a cashier with a chair I’m like “I support this business”, no joke. That shit shows me that a company actually CARES about it’s employees. Quit making people stand on their feet for 8 hours straight that shit is torture.
“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.
“Unless you are following the dialogue with an action and not a dialogue tag.” He took a deep breath and sat back down after making the clarifying statement.
“However,” she added, shifting in her seat, “it’s appropriate to use a comma if there’s action in the middle of a sentence.”
Dear Tumblr,
Does anyone know why this is? It really bothers me and I find myself actively breaking this rule all the time, because I feel like the comma often weakens the dialog involved–only to be corrected later, literally every time I show a piece to anyone. I am generally OK with bowing to grammatical structures needed for clarity but this one is really arbitrary to me and I can’t see why putting a period at the end of a dialog that, were it a first person narration, you would put a period after. No one ever seems confused by what I mean, they just say that it is incorrect and correct me. Is there something I am missing here?
Confused Grammar Disciple
English BA here.
So, when you use the period, it essentially denotes that the dialog is separate from whatever the action is the character is performing, whereas using a comma signifies that the dialog and action are happening at the same time or in conjunction with one another. It helps bring clarity to the reader imagining the scene.
If that helps.“Right now I’m providing an example of how if the dialogue’s part of the action you should use a comma,” I type while sitting in my bed. If I had used a period there, ‘I type while sitting in my bed’ would have been an independent thought or action.
“This is another example of how if the action happens after the writing, you use a period.” I put my computer down, stand up, and do a really cool backflip. That was definitely a different thought or action than the dialogue, as well as being sick as hell.
“But if I were to do the backflip while explaining shit I’d definitely use a comma,” I elaborate, backflipping again. I’m a master of doing both exposition and acrobatics at the same time.
“I didn’t do any backflips at all, actually. I was lying to you.” I finish this example and click ‘reblog’.
I could have used this while writing that gd massive fic a few years ago.
9: (truth) How did you meet your best friend? (dare) Refresh your dashboard. Open the blog of the person who posted whatever’s at the top of your dash. Reblog their most recent selfie.
OKAY WHO WANTS TO HEAR THE STORY OF HOW I MET MY WIFE, IT IS LONG. And also kind of fan-ficcy. No, we’re not actually married, nor dating, nor anything else, BUT. @twistedangelsays remains the Laurens to my Hamilton (just…minus the probable sexual relationship). So Laurens and me are in the same Latin class for a W H O L E year and I am kind of a dumb shit even when I’m being smart, so I FAILED TO LEARN HER NAME except for her Latin name and like I don’t really count that as having ‘met’ because I failed to appreciate her awesome. And then my ex-roommate–uh, we’re gonna call her Lee because I’m on a kick and we had a nasty falling out–had a psychotic break (PRO TIP KIDS: you can OD on caffeine, it’s easier than you’d think, and if you have pre-existing psychological issues like anxiety and bipolar, that can go REALLY BAD). Now Lee and Laurens were ALSO friends but I’m an introvert so I STILL HADN’T MET LAURENS, but anyway, I had gotten a rep as The Person Who Solved Shit and also as the only person anyone knew with a grain of first aid training, so NATURALLY one of Lee’s friends brings her to me. Six hour later, I’m exhausted and Lee and I are back from the hospital (FUN TIMES), and I’m not sure who the very helpful blonde was who kept making sure I had space to work with Lee or who made sure I had a phone so that I could contact her and keep everyone updated at the hospital. But I kind of blundered into her and gave her a hug and handed the phone back and went back to my room and fell face-first on my bed. Flash forward a couple months and it’s the start of sophomore year. I go and meet Lee on the first day of school and she has a nice blonde with her, the nice blonde doesn’t introduce herself and I realize I’m supposed to know her name, some dredging through the lake of memory turns up ‘Laurens’ and I do some judicious eavesdropping to make sure I’m right. We had a three hour conversation about how bullshit the public school system is, I haven’t looked back since, we mutually booted Lee to the curb when she turned into a REALLY BAD FRIEND, we’ve lived together almost two years now, and honestly Laurens is the best thing that ever happened to my smol rageful ass.
14: (truth) If you could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life (consisting of clothes you already own), what would it be? (dare) Tag someone you follow who has amazing fashion sense.
Okay, I actually don’t give that much of a shit about my clothes, so here’s my extremely basic truth: one of my nice button-downs because I look like I can kick ass, some jeans because they’re sturdy, my rings and my watch, my combat boots, and my leather coat.
23: (truth) What are your three biggest turn ons, and your three biggest turn offs? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Without actually listening to it, write the lyrics to the chorus of the first song.
Turn-ons: that thing where people push up their sleeves and you can watch the tendons shift on the backs of their arms and their hands, a nice laugh attached to an actually funny sense of humor, and raking hands through hair (I just…hands are my thing, and I like touching people’s hair, and putting the two together makes me think about my hands in your hair and that would be real fun, no?)
Turn-offs: uh…it’s too obvious to say ‘touching me without permission,’ right? Yeah. So barring that. Laughing at me for something I care about, being a sexist fuck, or telling me to be more lady-like.
25: (truth) What is the last thing you lied about? (dare) Tag three people you want to know better and ask them each three questions about themselves.
Uh, let’s see…I don’t really…lie…much. But I’m also too tired to tag people. Uh. Last time I lied…like, outright untruth? Like, this 100% did not happen, there was no manipulating of the truth or twisting of reality? I don’t fucking know, it was probably a while ago. I’m a professional loopholer and I can turn the truth inside out without ever breaking it once, but I don’t really lie. I am actually exactly the worst person to ask this question of. Oh, hold on, wait, I lied to a friend who’d OD’d on caffeine about still having more of those little packaged espresso shots lying around, that was a while back. I definitely did that.