I love when small children identify all quadripedal animals as “doggy!”
It always reminds me of the time Plato offered the definition of a human as any “featherless biped” and Diogenes busted into the Academy with a plucked chicken screaming, “BEHOLD A MAN!”
i love the implication you were there when it happened. good times right
Request from @littlestartopaz for Harry/Corlath from the Blue Sword on the music meme.
I got Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons, so…yeah…that happened. ALL RIGHT HERE WE MOTHERFUCKING GO, goddamn but I love these books.
Corlath
had known what it was to be king since his father’s death when he was a young
man, only just eighteen. He had known he
would fight a war for even longer, since before his kelar came to him—maybe he’d known it forever, maybe it was what
his mother sang to him at his birth and whispered to him when he was wakeful at
night. The first time he tasted the
Meeldtar, it snatched him away from himself and brought him visions of Thurra
and his fierce white stallion, streaked with blood and battle rage. When he came back, he dropped the leather
pouch as if his hands were suddenly as weak as a sickly child’s, and he wept
for the terror that was not his and the battle he had seen, and his father had
soothed him with a gentle hand and quiet voice.
It
was not until he was on the field before the Bledfi Gap, his soldiers holding
well against the mere trickle of Northerners coming through, and he felt the
prickle of his kelar stirring, that
he understood that old vision. It was
not his battle, no—but it was his terror.
do you really think it’s a good idea to take military advice from the French
REBLOGGING BECAUSE OF EVERYTHING OMFG
Historically the “style” died in 1914 because the French would wear bright blue and red uniforms and the British said “that’s a bad idea” and the French said “we look great” then they got sniped.
I visited a WWI battlefield a few years ago and Canadian soldiers used to wear these metal plates on their backs to show that they weren’t German but they reflected sunlight really well so when they tried to hide they were p much as bright as a goddamn lighthouse
“Doug and I had this idea of this love token of Uhura’s coming back later in the film to help them find out where she was located. So we had this idea of a radioactive mineral. We saw the humor that Spock is basically keeping track of her! But we didn’t have a name for it, so we reached out to the guys who created Memory Alpha, which is this Star Trek Wikipedia. It was an exhaustive, invaluable resource for Doug and I since we would fact-check everything, like what’s inside of a frozen torpedo or what year the first annex vessel made its maiden voyage. And we wrote to the guys and we said “Look, we have this thing and it needs a name, and we’d like you to be part of this movie and have your name in the credits, can you name it for us?” and they came back in about two hours with a really detailed, etymological breakdown of the word VULCYA in its syllabic structure, where it was from, what part of Vulcan, how it had evolved, etc. It just goes to show how awesome Star Trek fans can be. We just wanted a name, but fine, we’ll take this encyclopedia of the word and use it in the film. It was a nice way to include the fans in this 50th Anniversary. If it weren’t for the fans, the show would’ve been cancelled in its third season. It’s been kept alive by those people.”
— Simon Pegg about Uhura’s necklace from star trek beyond (via spockuhuralove)
The entire purpose of a bayonet is to bring a knife to a gun fight.
Redoubt 9, Battle of Yorktown. AKA that one time Alexander Hamilton led an entire battalion of soldiers with nothing but bayonets against the fully armed British. He had half the casualties as any of the battalions attacking with guns.
can we take a second to ponder on the fact that a kids movie did lady armor better than the entire film and comic industry
guess who i’m talking about
did you guess? Well you’re fucking WRONG because it’s Susan goddamn Pevensie
They gave her light armor, appropriate for a small archer:chainmail, an arm brace, chest plate, and a light skirt she can easily run around murderizing dudes in the face in
her hair is also only loose in the promo pictures because Susan is fucking busy not dying because her hair was flying into her eyeballs so she braids that shit back
her mail shirt is also loose enough that it doesn’t impede her arm movements it’s almost like she’s dressed for a fight wow
I like the pinks and purples under her bitchin as hell leather armor here, because you don’t have to be masculine to shoot someone in the goddamn face
I feel it’s a worrying statement about the state of media when a movie set in a universe where wardrobes can literally be trans-dimensional portals for the sake of narrative convenience has one of the better examples of making fantasyfemale armor that is styled around something other than sex appeal.
Because while one could, if really determined, pick out all the points by which this armor is not “really functional” the fact is that it does convey a sense of readiness and being larger than life… without resorting to the usual tropes.
if Broadway doesn’t want bootlegs floating around then they need to get their act together and make legal recordings. you can say all you want that theater is meant to be enjoyed live, but the fact of the matter is not everybody can get to NYC to go to a Broadway show. not everybody can afford to take the time off of work and buy a plane ticket to NYC and buy a night in a hotel AND get the ticket to the show. people want to see the shows, that’s why there’s a bootleg market in the first place, but it’s unreasonable to expect that everyone has the time, money, and ability to make it out to the one place in the world to see something on Broadway, especially if it’s a limited engagement. so record that shit, slap some subtitles on it, and sell it so we can buy it legally.
Reblogging this every time I see it. Copyright is important for creators but it should not support cultural elitism. Affordability and accessibility of cultural content is key unless we want to live in a very divided society.
Because smartphones would resist the rigours of falling into the North Atlantic, apparently
one of those people survive and sell their footage to media for shitloads of money, that’s just good business. maybe if some of yall old fucks had the internet you could have googled how to make a boat that doesn’t fuckin sink
You know what I fucking love about this fucking picture? When I was a kid I was fucking obsessed with the Titanic. I am talking borderline autistic special interest levels of fucking obsessed. AND I JUST SO HAPPEN to still have my first edition copy of A Night To Remember by Walter Lord.
In this book is a small section of photographs and whatnot to do with the Titanic. And there is one particularly fucking relevant one that I have taken the liberty of snapping for you all:
This man, Leo Hyland, sat in a lifeboat and watched as the ship went down. He did this sketch because he wanted to capture that moment in an image so people would understand what happened. So that they can see what he saw in that moment. It is a most fundamental form of human goodness to wish to share our experiences and our feelings with others and to connect with them. It is no less noble to document your life through a smartphone than it is through a sketchpad. If you’re on a boat that fucking sinks and you survive? Show me your pictures to show you were there and you survived to tell your story.
Fuck these preening, pseudo-intellectual ballbags that say otherwise, because they quite clearly don’t have a fucking clue what they’re talking about other than trying to express the stance that they think they’re better than other people because they don’t have a facebook and have literally fuck all to say or show about their lives other than an inflated sense of self-importance and worth.
Wait wait wait. Back up.
You mean to tell me that there was a gent by the name of Leo that survived the Titanic? Leo… that happened to be an artist?…….
James Cameron’s got some explaining to do.
When the tumblr comment thread makes the original post better.
Mum wasn’t going to come to my wedding. It was hard, but I’d made peace with that. My girlfriend and I would get married without her blessing.
Then, two days before the big day, when we were already in New Zealand, I got a frantic call at 11pm at night. I answered it and it was her, crying and asking if she’d still be welcome. We said yes, of course, and she booked herself last minute flights to get to New Zealand.
When I first saw her outside the registry, all dressed up with her hair done and holding flowers, I burst into tears. She came up to me and touched my face, saying, “You look so happy. Both of you, you look so happy,” and gave us these roses.
They’re more than flowers to me.
They’re given to me by a women to cried and shouted and refused to talk about my sexuality for seven years after I came out to her. It may not seem like much: but she had to walk into that flower store and buy these. She had to choose roses - the symbol of love - for her gay daughter and her gay daughter’s ‘friend’. There’s an admission in that. There’s acceptance in that. These roses say, “I know you love each other,” and she gave them to us at our wedding, which she flew three thousand kilometres to attend.
I sobbed as she placed them in my hand.
Because nothing will ever touch what it feels like to finally, finally know your mother loves you just the way you are.
