hey shout out to my lgbt teens who can’t celebrate loudly and proudly because they live in homophobic households
even if youre not out in the streets, even if your support is quiet, you matter, you are important, and you are valid, and i hope you have a fantastically gay day
Why am I not seeing more people upset by what Donald Trump said about the Mexican people? Not only did he call everyone rapists and drug dealers but he called all Latinxs drug dealers and rapists.
This is someone who is running for president.
Univision has said they will no longer be associated with anything that has to do with Donald Trump organization. They will not be covering the Miss USA and Miss Universe.
Rosalyn Sanchez has decided to not be cohost of Miss Universe because of what Trump said about the Mexican people and Latinxs.
Cristian de la Fuente has also decided to not cohost.
J Balvin, a Colombian singer, has declined participation in Miss Universe, a chance to be known in the American community, because of what Trump said.
Where are my people who are upset by this?
did anyone realize that california laws went into effect today that allows trans* youth to pick which bathroom and sports team they feel comfortable with in school
i think that’s the bee’s knees
Don’t let this go unnoticed. The fact that gay marriage is legal is absolutely something to celebrate, but so is this
man I’m only 21 and i done seen it all the first Black president, gay marriage being legalized, I was there marching against police brutality, 9/11, the 2008 recession, smartphones, social media, the golden age of Beyonce
Actually this is so true
Our generation has seen it all. The market crashed. Politics started to spiral. Technology sped up until new innovations were churned out every day. We became more tightly linked through those innovations. We woke up to the problems in our own society. We saw the people around us take ‘safety’ to terrible extremes, and the people who were supposed to keep us safe take their power to worse ones. We saw the rise of musicians who weren’t afraid to call themselves feminists. We saw college students stand up and declare that they had the right to feel safe in their own dorm beds, and then drag around mattresses to prove it. We saw the world stand up in defense of some murdered children, but we also saw it turn a blind eye to others. We got a Black president–TWO TERMS of a Black president. And now we’ve seen the legalization of gay marriage in the US.
Not to sound too cliche, but imagine what we’ll see tomorrow.
shout out to all my followers that stick with me every time my interests change and you end up with a bunch of “what the hell is this shit” on your dashboards yall rock
man, teenaged girls aren’t allowed to have a genuine interest in anything without being ridiculed for it. if a girl likes ugg boots and starbucks she’s stupid and stereotypical, but if she likes combat boots and obscure coffee houses she’s a hipster wannabe and is trying too hard. if a girl listens to boy bands and other popular artists she’s a dumb follower, if she reads comics or plays video games she’s a poser/fake geek girl, if she likes sex she’s a slut but if she doesn’t like sex she’s a prude, if she wears makeup she’s fake but if she doesn’t wear makeup she’s a slob, if she has low self-esteem she needs to learn to love herself but if she has high self-esteem she’s overconfident and vain, if she’s interested in politics she’s a crazy social justice warrior but if she prefers to stay out of social matters she’s a dumb airhead. girls are literally mocked for every single thing they like or do, no matter what those things are, and i’m really really sick of it.
“Bisexual and transgender people ARE NOT allowed in LGBT spaces unless they’re in a HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP!”
how many bees do u have up ur asshole like I’m just curious
I don’t think I’ve seen anyone say this? Mostly people have said that you shouldn’t bring your partner if you’re in a het relationship which??? Isn’t at all too much to ask?
i love the White House being covered in rainbow lighting because it looks like a conservative fever dream of what would happen if The Gays accomplished their horrible, horrible designs. a black president sittin in The Gay House
A few fun facts! All of this I learned after being near death and spending a week in critical care in a hospital that didn’t offer any sort of charity assistance and I was uninsured.
(Some do, so if you think you’re f’d, check to see if they offer anything first.)
First of all: while dealing with a terrible kidney infection, a 104 fever that had been going for a week, and who knows what else, a nice lady from their finance department came to me with some paperwork to sign. Luckily I was so out of it (I had even spelled my name wrong when I first checked in because I was so out of it) that I said I couldn’t (which was true).
I later learned what she was asking me to sign was some sort of a “lien” which would have given them all the rights to come after me and re-posses any property I had later to make up for the debt.
So, whatever you do when you’re sick, if you don’t understand something do NOT sign it.
Since then I got calls for a few years from a debt collector, I never talked to them, said I wasn’t available, whatever. Eventually they stopped calling.
I owe a hospital about $700,000 for having the audacity to have a kidney infection and an autoimmune disease which were trying to kill me simultaneously.
That was probably 5 years ago. From what everyone has told me, it can’t effect my credit. Medical debt can not effect your credit. Also, now that I’m no longer being harassed by those debt collectors, I never hear from anyone.
To me in the end, I learned to simply walk away from it, and I won, as far as I can tell.
I know the OP was making a joke, but I thought I’d put out some info in case anyone out there has the unfortunate luck to get critically sick in the US without insurance, because seriously it’s really fucking expensive.
Important info because my snarky butt is uneducated
R.I.P. to all the LGBTQ+ people who didn’t live to see June 26, 2015. Who died ahead of time due to murder, suicide, or old age. To those who fought until their last breath, the fight for same-sex marriage was for you.
sensate movie night au where wolfgang and capheus get into a heated screaming match over who is the better action star, arnold schwarzenegger or jean claude van damme. will sits in the background just chanting “die hard, die hard, die hard” over and over
I love how most of these are just kind of universally accepted.
-Dad Max
-The Wives being referred to as The Sisters after the film
-Horrible family road trip
-Furiosa is everything
-The Doof Warrior was great
-Immortan Joe was a fuck
-Making fun of the People Eater and his intense nipple rings (seriously dude wtf)
-Capable working with the War Boys after the film
-Toast becoming a total badass warrior leader and possible Imperator
-The Dag and the gardens
-Cheedo becoming a political head or a healer
-If Dag has a girl she names her Angharad
-Furiosa does the forehead touch with Max when he comes back
-Keeper of the Seeds was best grandma
-You could probably summon anyone in the fandom with “WITNESS ME”
And so much more
Seriously I love this fandom. Everyone I’ve run into is so nice, I haven’t seen any hate, and everyone just loves this film and wants to share. You all rock.
I love how we all seem to be cheerleading each other’s stories and reading each other’s tumblrs. And how
- Ace totally survives
Is now also widely accepted. I’m still working on my ‘Miss Giddy survives and becomes the Citadel’s cover-up tattoo artist’ campaign. And as soon as I have a story I can work it into, I’m gonna start a campaign for ‘Valkyrie also survives’
-GASPING- I’m going to draw this! Im totally going to draw Miss Giddy tattooing all the war boys! :D
- War boys with boltcutter symbols over their brands (Ace has one) - Furiosa has a big coverup tattoo described in chapter 14 - milking mothers with flower tattoos - Max is getting a big ass cover tattoo on his back. (I’m not ready to reveal this, but send me an ask if you want to draw it and I’ll spoil ya :-)
Okay but can we take a second to acknowledge that Max is physically disabled along with his PTSD, like
he was shot in the knee. He wears a knee brace. From what I’ve read (and, granted, that isn’t a lot, but still) knee braces aren’t meant to be a permanent or solo solution. He has no access to physical therapy or painkillers out in the Wastelands, so he must be in pain. If not constantly, then frequently.
The male lead of a blockbuster action flick is disabled in more ways than one and I care immensely about Max Rockatansky okay
1. I was lucky enough to see Star Wars in the theater when it came out. I cannot TELL you how many scifi & film fans I’ve talked to since who deeply regret never having seen it on the big screen, let alone having had the chance to see it before anyone really understood what it was, what it would do to genre film, how that effect would ripple out to mainstream cinema. To see Star Wars before you were prepared for anything remotely like it…it wasn’t an experience that could be duplicated by watching it at home, or by watching an indie theater big screen showing years later.
Fury Road is that experience.
Don’t miss seeing it on the big screen. Don’t be all those people who say, ‘Damn, I can’t believe I didn’t see this game changer action art-house rock opera (say it with me now) FUCKING MOVIE…in the theater.’
2. By this point I sit in strung anticipation silencing my phone and tucking away my purse…and when the first soundtrack cues hit the speakers I slide down in my seat so that all I can see is the screen. It feels like a friend, like a presence. I am transported.
This is ridiculous. No other piece of visual media has ever done this to me. A few rare and precious fics and books, but nothing on a screen. Nothing through speakers.
But I have surrendered. I don’t care that it seems ridiculous. I just don’t care. Because it makes me so deeply deeply happy.
3. I had to get my phone fixed before I went to the theater today. I ended up striding around the store with out flung arms describing the practical effects to the phone guys. I think I alarmed them. (one decided to go on that recommendation. the other dismissed the movie as whatevs)
4. More and more I see this complete polarization in reactions to the movie, and I find myself wondering how much of it stems from visual processing differences and how much of it arises from..hmm..for want of a better term I’ll have to say film literacy (no intent to sound snobbish - some people do not gain any enjoyment for movies by saturating themselves in commentary tracks and comparisons of cinematography and such. either you’re obsessed or you’re not. those who are not probably have more peace in their souls.).
I can completely see how people who process visuals in a different way than I do, could look at the movie and see ‘motion, sand, more motion, visually full of sameness. also? sand.’
i can also see how people who haven’t spent endless fascinated hours pouring over the language of film, the intricacies of building a visual story, the subtleties of character development in acting rather than scripting, could look at this movie and say, ‘Plot? what plot? Character differentiation? There was none!’ They respond to a different kind of story telling, and Fury Road doesn’t hit the beats they need.
reaction A: ‘all I saw was sand’
reaction B: ‘UNBELIEVABLE. WORK OF ART. [say it with me now] THIS FUCKING MOVIE’
…not many reactions in between.
5. Similarly, I keep reading reviews that dismiss the ongoing obsession so many of us have with Fury Road under the heading ‘it’s all about the women for them - that’s cool, whatever.’
This is one area where I feel pretty heated - because its NOT about the presence of fully developed women in this film, or the lack of gender slurs in this film, or the absence of microagressions of any kind in this film, or the lack of male-gaze camera work in this film, or even that it passes the Bechdel test, the Mako Mori test or any other test one could care to drum up that denotes excellent representation of women in film.
I don’t love this movie because of those things - the cultural course correction of those things allow me to be completely undefended before this movie. I don’t have to have my genre-savvy-female-filter turned on. Because the movie isn’t hurting me, I am free to see the phenomenal piece of work that it is.
I love the movie for the movie itself - for everything it is as a visual masterpiece; stripped of all distracting character inconsequentials to reveal the people themselves; a story so fundamental to accumulated millennia of human myth that it resonates for absolutely anyone - the journey, the struggle, and the return home with new wisdom.
This movie welcomes me with complete integrity, with George Miller’s delighted child-like smile, ecstatic to share the experience.
‘Come and play!’ it says; and I do.
“ the cultural course correction of those things allow me to be completely undefended before this movie. “
That’s it, that’s what it was, you nailed it. That’s why it’s so relaxing even though it’s so violent???
I’m so relieved to see other people go as batshit over this film as I have.
And about film literacy- I actually think most people are far more film literate than the industry expects them to be, or is trying to mould them to be. I think even people without film degrees know when they’re being fed the same old stale crap over and over again. I think they, too, appreciate when the film isn’t “hurting” them with lazy plot devices.
I have a degree like that and I’ve worked on films, so my perspective is different, but I’ve also been resigned to consuming and being unsatisfied with what was given to me?
Because I believe in blockbuster cinema being important. It’s the one that reaches the masses, the one people know. Arthouse films are great and all but only a handful of people see them, and their development (both individual and collective) gets bogged down by budget constraints and lack of exposure and the need to define themselves as alternative and so on and so on. Then on the other side you have blockbusters that cost millions but don’t use them to make anything significant?
Cinema is supposed to be an exchange of ideas. An accessible exchange of ideas, too. Where was all that? Why was there such a gap between my desire to see a huge movie on a huge screen, and my desire to see a good story told on film?
I love movies. I really do. I love big movies that sweep you away. So I kept watching films on the big screen, films that were called ‘great’ and which all turned out to only be marketed as such.
I finally gave up. Stopped going to the cinema. I was disillusioned.
And then this FUCKING MOVIE came along and made me so happy.
I didn’t expect it to! At first I didn’t even know why??? But it was a shock. I finally felt like someone cared about what they were making, and respected me enough as a viewer not to just give me the standard formula. I’d learned not to expect this at all from action films.
I felt like a kid again, watching a film where nothing was certain and everything was unknown and fascinating, and I think that makes sense because action-adventure films were a whole different story when I was younger. At first, each one was an innovation, the genre and all its myriad rivulets had to be discovered. Then at some point they became the standard popcorn genre, a trusted formula emerged, and they all started feeling much the same. Everything was epic. Everything felt mediocre.
And this fucking movie suddenly made me realise what I’d been missing. Respect. Respect for the art form, for its potential, and for the audience come to watch it.
All the more immense because you know this could have been an uninspired, ‘safe’ remake and still been profitable. Maybe this is naive but it really feels like this wasn’t made for the money in my pocket, but to actually be an amazing work of art, first of all? That it wasn’t about ‘what works’ but ‘what story do I want to tell’?
(^ the above is not a documented study, it’s just my general impression of how cinema has touched me through the years. Sorry bout that, we can’t all be pros. :P)
I actually think most people are far more film literate than the industry expects them to be, or is trying to mould them to be. I think even people without film degrees know when they’re being fed the same old stale crap over and over again. I think they, too, appreciate when the film isn’t “hurting” them with lazy plot devices.
Yes!! You’re expressing this much better than I. :D I feel like I can’t quite unpack this idea. It’s confounding the info just a bit that there are people who are:
1. educated in film formally;
2. educated in film via unhealthy obsession with it; and
3. people with primarily a strong instinct for story telling as their compass
- who all fall into the category of “people who get what this film accomplished, as part of what made them love it.”
And then there’s the ‘George Miller paid the audience the high compliment of respect’ part of the picture. I agree completely - people have a well honed instinct for when a movie is patronizing them. They know when a movie takes them seriously, has faith that they are astute and paying attention and appreciate subtle elements over 2x4 exposition. They know when they’re seeing something quality. No one needs to be steeped in the history of film or the academics of good story telling to GET that. No one needs to be told when they’re being given respect - that’s something anyone can perceive, whether or not they can name all the academic film theory talking points, or would care to. Nail right on the head, hurdy-gurdy!
Now I want a pithy term that doesn’t carry snobbish connotations :D What encompasses ‘film literate’ and/or ‘knows what respect looks like’ and/or 'great instincts for a well told story’ ??
“Particularly prone to serious procrastination problems are children who grew up with unusually high expectations placed on them…or else they exhibited exceptional talents early on, and thereafter “average” performances were met with concern and suspicion from parents and teachers.”
Holy SHIT
WELL THEN
Yep.
They actually tested me for a learning disability in high school because I was consistently failing math.
They discovered that I actually scored in the 80th percentile in that sort of learning.
Problem was, in every other subject, I was in the 99.8th percentile.
I had never learned how to study because I never needed to—and then, when something proved to be even the slightest bit challenging, my brain went
“LOL nope this is impossible abort”
Meanwhile, this entire time I’m scraping by in subjects like English. The assignments I did turn in, I’d score top marks—but I’d avoid turning in projects I didn’t think were “good” enough.
Essentially, my brain had two settings: “100%” or “0%”.
This sort of Baby Genius shit makes kids and adolescents neurotic and self-destructive.
We learned about this in Child Development. And we learned to reward hard work and not good job. Like don’t say to a child, “oh you are so smart.” Say “Oh did worked so hard.”
Be proud of the child, not the achievement.
I love when I see posts on tumblr that consist of people figuring out how to treat kids better in the future I honestly feel like tumblr users who have kids are/will be the best parents
so Charlotte Bronte read Emma by Jane Austen and was really interested in this minor character named Jane Fairfax who was poor and would have been a governess had she not married well and then Bronte wrote her own novel exploring the plight of the poor governess who married this guy named Edward Fairfax Rochester in a novel called Jane Eyre and my point is don’t let anyone tell you shit about fanfiction.
On TV and in film, we’re seeing a lot of properties get developed that we never thought would have a chance. In some cases, we’re seeing single properties stretched to into whole universes. Why do this when there are two worlds, by the same author, which are perfectly suited to this kind of adaptation?
otp in a fanfic:
*has really kinky, brutal, and obscene sex that would put the porn industry to shame*
me:
*nods* wow this is really nice and very well-written
otp in a fanfic:
*does the hug thing for the first time*
me:
*clutches chest* *breathes heavily* *buries face in blanket* *rolls around in delight* *kicks rapidly* *various squealing and whimpering noises* *huge grin* oh mY GOD
