Me:
So, listen - I need a body part that, when shot, will bleed lots, and the guy may even pass out from it, but other than the blood loss he'll be alright.
My Sister MD:
I take it the penis is out of the questions?
Me:
... the penis is still necessary for important plot reasons later in the story.
It’s interesting to see Steve’s insecurity about his friendship with Bucky. Bucky was his best friend, and presumably his only friend. Steve idolized him. As he told Natasha and Sam: even when he had nothing, he had Bucky.
But Bucky? Bucky had a family – parents, probably some siblings. He likely had friends from school, work friends, and friends from army training. He had endless girlfriends. We know he was popular. Bucky had an entire life, and objectively, Steve was only a part of it.
Before Captain America, Bucky was Steve’s world, but Steve may not have been Bucky’s. And because of that, you can see Steve constantly second guess Bucky’s love for him. During CATFA, he doesn’t know if Bucky will follow him into war. In the CATWS funeral flashback, he doesn’t want to intrude on Bucky’s life (even though if the situation were reversed, you know he’d never let Bucky ‘get by on his own’). Even during the final CATWS fight scene, he says ‘You’re my friend’ instead of ‘We were friends’. He’s horrified that Bucky died following him, because Bucky had a life outside of Steve.
I don’t think Steve realized how important he is to Bucky until he broke the Soldier’s programming, just by existing.
I suspect that McGonagall was very forthcoming with her opinions about Cornelius Fudge’s decisions over his tenure as Minister. The addition of a Permanant Sticking charm and a strange hex that made the frames fly over to the nearest blank space on the wall and firmly attach soon became Cornelius Fudge’s worst nightmare.
(After all, having twenty different needlepoint frames scattered across the Minister’s Office with ‘Cornelius, You Gormless Twit’ and ‘Fudge the Nincompoop’ in intricate embroidery didn’t exactly inspire confidence in his leadership.)
For those of you who are completely confused, you’ll need to climb back a few posts in my blog.
So my new English professor is my uncle only he has no idea because he hasn’t talked to my mom in about 20 years so do you think is should tell him
You know what nevermind he’s a dick I’m going to talk to my mom to get dirt on him so I can blackmail him if the need arises
You should write a story about a boy for an assignment and include loads of life details about him that your mum tells you so that it’s obviously him but change all the names then hand it in and be really confused if he questions you about it
this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
ehh what the hell
OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……
WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD
I’ve always thought they were utterly disgusting people. But this is just the cherry on top of the misogyny sundae. The best part is that this piece of shit is asking people to pray for HIM. NOT the little girls he molested. Not his SISTERS, WHOM HE…
the US is unreal like girls cant wear shorts to school, you can literally lose your job for being gay, and unarmed black children are brutally murdered on the regular but old white ppl r still like “what a beautiful country. i can freely carry a gun for no reason and some of our mountains look like presidents. god bless”
Mad Max told a story about sexual violence and survivorship without relying on rape scenes to impress upon the audience how *serious* things were.
instead of watching the abuse on screen, we hear about it through the interactions between the wives. they tell us what happened, and in that way they take control of their own narrative.
rather than being voyeurs witnessing the wives’ trauma played out onscreen, we were an audience listening to their story.
YUP, THAT’S WHY. CATS ARE BIG DUMMIES AND OFTEN SEE NO REASON WHY TWO DIFFERENT DOORS SHOULD LEAD TO THE SAME PLACE, SO THEY FIGURE THEY’LL CHECK IF IT’S ALSO RAINING IN THE OTHER OUTSIDE BEHIND THE OTHER DOOR.
WHEN THE PROPRIETOR OF THIS BLOG WAS A CHILD, THE KITCHEN LED INTO THE DINING ROOM, WHICH LED INTO THE LIVING ROOM, WHICH LEAD INTO THE FRONT HALLWAY, WHICH LED BACK INTO THE KITCHEN, SO WHEN THE CATS WERE HUNGRY, THEY WOULD CHECK THEIR BOWLS, SEE THAT THEY WERE EMPTY, AND WALK ALL THE WAY AROUND THE HOUSE TO SEE IF THE OTHER BOWLS IN THE OTHER KITCHEN WERE ALSO EMPTY.
why is everyone screaming
FOR AN ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION, I ADVISE YOU TO LOOK AT THE TITLE OF THIS BLOG.
(◕‿◕✿) facts about divorce for feminists and MRAs:
in most (51%) of cases, both parents decided on their own (out of court) that the mother was to receive full custody
in 29% of custody cases, the decision was made without any third party involvement
in 91% of cases, the decision for the mother to have custody was made without court involvement
of those who go to court, 70% of men who seek custody of their child receive it
of those 70%, 1/3 of the cases cited domestic abuse as part of the reason for divorce
women who mention having been victims of domestic abuse in court are less likely to receive custody of their children than women who didn’t
i’m tired of seeing posts on feminism by both feminists and MRAs citing “gender bias in custody cases” as a problem we need to solve. women aren’t unfairly receiving custody more often. abusive men are unfairly receiving custody.
the fact is, if my dad had actually attended his court ordered anger management type classes, i would legally have been required to spend a portion of my time with him until i turned 18, even though he beat my mother and abused me.
don’t let anyone make you think that the scale isn’t still tipped toward men in a court of law.
Furiosa isn’t the female action hero we’re used to. Furiosa doesn’t have a dad who was taught her boxing or five brothers who taught her how to fix cars. Furiosa wasn’t a tomboy growing up, who preferred to play with the boys. Furiosa isn’t avenging the murder of her husband/brother/father or hunting down a rapist.
Furiosa comes from a community of women. She was raised by women. She works her way up through enemy ranks until she’s in a position to rescue women. Furiosa is here for women, she is here with women, and she is here because of women. Her rage, her ruthlessness, her courage – these are all things she learned from women, and from being a woman.
Seems like barely anyone even cares about the clear and blatant ableism in the movies
My cousin is 75% deaf and losing what he has rapidly. He’s also 7 years old. I remember the day he came up to me with his flurry of hands and slurred speech because everyone was buying his brother spider man stuff and he didn’t have a super hero like him. And I remember leaning in front of him, pulling his hearing aids out and signing the best i could to him about Hawkeye being deaf, and how he was still a super hero and his deafness didn’t make him any less. Granted, it was choppier than that because my signing isn’t spectacular. But his big eyes lit up and he went off running to his dad about Hawkeye. And when he saw the movie, he was so excited, he thought Hawkeye would be signing in the movie. And when he wasnt, when He barely had any lines and when he was hearing, it broke his heart.
Dont tell me ableism isn’t a big deal, or that representation doesn’t matter. Deaf Hawkeye made that little boy feel accepted and happy and the movies stole that from every deaf little boy and girl.
THIS. THIS IS WHY DEAF HAWKEYE IN THE MCU WAS/IS IMPORTANT TO US DEAF/HOH FANS
You don’t know true frustration until you’ve dug several times through a pile of black clothing, in order to find a SPECIFIC article of black clothing.
“If we have a woman President, I’m moving to New Zealand,” like STFU we’re still waiting for you to leave. You said you were moving when we elected a black President, when Congress passed health care reform, and when gay marriage became legal in your state. Why are you still here? Do you need boxes because I can give you boxes.
Fun Facts: New Zealand has had two female prime ministers, has universal healthcare, and has legalised same sex marriage!
Fallin’ by Alicia Keys was banned at school during my sixth grade year.
Because the entire school would not stop singing it. All productivity stopped when just one kid started with “I keep on fallin’…”
And then the rest of the class picked it up. Loudly. And then the class next door would hear it. And they picked it up. And then you heard it in the halls. During random points of the day this weird domino effect would take over, and the teachers weren’t able to teach, because they couldn’t be heard over the cacophony of Miss Key’s classic single.
Kids sang it on the bus. They sang it at games. They interrupted Band/Orchestra/Chorus concerts with it. The song interrupted staff assemblies.When that song came on at school dances, the DJ would quake in their shoes as they came to the realization that they unleashed a beast. A loud, unstoppable beast.
It got way the fuck out of hand.
That song caused so much destruction in just a few weeks. The announcements came that any kid caught singing that song, would get detention. And if they were the kid that started a Fallin’ Riot, they got suspended.
Any song was fine. Just not that song.
For months, there was quiet. Well, compared to the Fallin’ era. Finally, we came to the last week of school. It was a lax atmosphere - shorter classes, once testing was over. Kids being allowed to just hang out in the stadium and the gardens. We weren’t punished for having our portable CD players out.
And then, it was the day of the school’s Talent Show.
It was held at the end of the school day. Some of the usual stuff - magicians, singing, one kid made giant bubbles with hula hoops.
Suddenly, a piano was wheeled on stage. This little girl (really, a tiny thing, with her hair in long braids, and wearing golden hoop earrings that were almost the size of her face), took a seat.
I remember that she wore a black tux, with white gloves. Her feet barely touched the pedals.
And then, in a strong voice…
“I keep on fallin’…”
There was an eruption of joy. And then chaos.
You couldn’t hear her over the roar. Not that it mattered. She smiled, her performance fueled by what she had done. And kept playing until she finished the song.
I got catcalled while I was walking the other day and I couldn’t think of anything clever to say so I just made the most hideous shrieking noise I possibly could.
so it was my best friend’s 16th birthday and we had this really intense sexual tension since i kissed him by accident this one time and we were with all our other friends so he took me into another room and said “i literally think i’m in love with you” and then we just kissed for like half an hour until he finally started pulling my shirt up but then his mom walked in and didn’t even flinch like literally “hey son i’m ordering pizza oh hi girl who is making out with my son” and kept talking and we were just standing there uncomfortably and when we finally unfroze he yelled “MOM IT’S MY BIRTHDAY” and that’s the story of the first time my fiancé told me he loved me.
oh my god the ending
This website is full of really sweet content tonight and for once I’m actually in the mood to enjoy it
if I ever see a girl in public who is clearly going for something really bold with her look (crazy hair, makeup, outfit) and looks like she’s maybe uncomfortable or nervous about rocking it, I make sure to go up to her and tell her she looks fierce. It took a lot of courage to go out like that and somebody ought to notice.
changes lives. be sure to do that at least once a day.
baby dragons that sleep in your fireplace and roll about in the soot and the ash trying to get comfortable on burning logs, screeching loudly whenever people walk by or when more logs need to be added to its roost and not stopping until content again
baby dragons with wings that are disproportionate to their bodies until older but nonetheless stubbornly trying to pick themselves up off the ground by running and aggressively flapping and managing to only get a few feet off the ground for a few seconds before crash landing
baby dragons that haven’t been exposed to priceless things such as gems and gold pieces and instead infatuate themselves with other unusual shiny things — like silverware, brass clocks, instruments, and pots and pans
baby dragons who get cold in the winter and crawl up into their caretaker’s clothing (almost always while said clothing is being worn) and curl up as tight as possible and begin to make sounds similar to content purring as they sleep
“You’re a celebrity and I’m a paparazzo, sorry friend I have to take pictures of you to pay my rent next month” AU
“You’re a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing” AU
“I don’t know you but I need some place to stay for the night, my roommate’s getting some” AU
“I’m helping my niece’s girl scout troop sell cookies and hell no, fuck off soccer coach, we were here first” AU
“This has been a very bad week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food at the supermarket” AU
“You’ve locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so I’ll let you into mine” AU
“We’re neighbors who don’t really talk but your cat might have gotten my cat pregnant?? We must raise this little kitty family together” AU
“A toddler broke your nose and I may or may not have snapped my thumb during a very intense game of Mario Kart and now we’re both sitting next to each other in the hospital waiting room” AU
Man I feel really bad for the Tumblr Staff because I bet they aimed for Tumblr to be a cool, suavé, photographic place for artists but in reality it’s made up of hormonal teenagers who obsess over gay fictional characters, and can’t even handle the reblog button turning green to teal
