I am an usher at a movie theatre and have worked almost everyday since the movie came out. It has been crazy busy. I haven’t seen the movie (yet) but I have seen the post-credit scene. Many times.
Whoever thought of having Deadpool basically tell people to pick up their garbage is a fucking genius. Picking up the garbage is the most unnecessary, time-wasting and gross thing ever. Deadpool has been selling out, and yet pick-up has been the easiest I have ever seen for this type of crowd and its size.
Other movies, follow the example.
Deadpool, you are fucking awesome.
How do you explain Good Omens to someone in a compelling way without sounding like you’re off your metaphorical rocker? I mean, usually I default to “JUST TRUST ME” or “IT’S NEIL GAIMAN AND SIR TERRY PRATCHETT” and depending on the person one of them usually works, but now I’m trying to convince a not-very-close friend who is uncultured and deprived and therefore unconvinced. I considered the “Well, gay” angle but??? Not sure if that’s valid and also don’t want to force my ship onto this guy. (I mean, I’m confident he’ll get there on his own, but still.) I don’t talk to people enough to know what I’m doing here, I’m kind of inclined to be like “the Horsemen of the Apocalypse ride motorcycles and an angel performs a miraculous bicycle healing and the car turns everything into Queen and it’s not really the demon’s fault that they lose the Antichrist it’s actually because the Satanic nuns need a better screening process.”
a bunch of kids are playing out side my house and they have a really intense story going on and i just heard a 6 year old say, panting, in pretend agony “I should have killed you when i had the chance”
You know how everyone thinks James was as oblivious as Harry to everything? I’m so into this I love oblivious James that stumbles on wolfstar and is amazed and when did this happen???
But you know what? somewhere in the books i believe it’s said that Harry is a lot like Lily, personality wise. So can you imagine oblivious Lily?
She only notices James is mad about her when at the end of sixth year he shouts he loves her in a rage. 6 years of annoying the fuck out of her and her friends and she just thought he was an idiot but he was actually trying to get her attention (in the wrong way) so for the whole summer she thinks about it and decides to give him a chance and James’ like “Really, Lily you didn’t get the picture when I WROTE YOU BAD SONNETS?!” — “I thought you were trying to annoy me! or embarrass me!”
Doesn’t understand wolfstar is a thing (and tries to set them both up with some friends) until they have a row and Sirius is staying on their couch for the night and Lily’s like “What are they arguing about now?” and James just answers without thinking “Sirius thinks Remus’s sleeping with someone” and she’s “why would Sirius care about who Remus’s sleeping with” and James looks at Lily like he can’t believe she’s so oblivious and to the most obnoxious queer couple of London too. “They’ve been married for years!” he shouts and she would still be like “but why is HE on our couch if he owns the flat?”
Lily not realizing she’s pregnant until she’s like 4 months in because her period’s always been all over the place and she thinks the morning sickness is because she’s not a good cook and James is even worse and then she thinks it’s the flu and then the Potters die and she faints at the funeral because those two were the best in-laws ever and she loved them so much and she hasn’t eaten for the whole day and then she wakes up in Mungo’s with a very angry healer and 3 shell-shocked boys about to become father, godfather and weird uncle.
Story Time: in 2012, when I still lived in Florida, I used to work for a credit union, and I had the absolute worst manager and assistant manager. They were sloppy, lazy, and offloaded their work onto other people. No biggie; I’m grown and I can handle my job and not stress because I’m damned good at it. Problem: the manager and assistant manager, who happened to be best friends in real life, also happen to be very, very conservative older women. I’m talking like, hardcore conservative Christians, the kind who are not very good people and are very unlike Christ. I don’t make it a point to tell people I work with my business because when you work, you’re busy and you don’t want to burden other people, right? At least, I don’t. Subject of my love life comes up after a while of me staying in my lane, and I’m also not a liar, so I casually mention that I happen to be gay and I’m dating someone at the time.
The change in my managers was almost immediate. From that point on they tried their utmost to make my life miserable, but I wasn’t going to break. Fast forward about a month after this mess and one of the tellers, Tanika, and I have become really good friends, and she pulls me aside one Monday morning to tell me that she overheard the manager and assistant manager talking about firing me, and she didn’t want to get too involved, but she didn’t think it was fair so she wnated to give me a headsup. Here’s the best part: these asshats are SO lazy that they literally say - or so Tanika tells me- that they’ll wait for the end of the week to do it, because otherwise they would have no one to cover my Wednesday shift, and they’d have to sit on the teller line, and no siree Bob, they’re too good for that! Too important! Too. Fucking. Lazy.
Immediately I type up a two week notice at my station, print that shit out, and take it to that sloppy ass manager in her sloppy ass office. They have no receipts on me, but these people will find anything and use it to get rid of you if they can, and I’m not having a forcible termination on my record and dealing with how that will look to future employers. Keep in mind that I’m not supposed to know that they’re planning on firing me, and I’ve done my homework on company policy about two week notices (they had just changed it in January, and it was February). I give her the paper, sit in front of her, tell her some cock and bull story about needing more time for school. She looks upset, tells me to leave the letter, and go back to my station. I pull out a second copy of the letter and say: “Sure! But, first, I need your signature on this one, which is my copy of the two week notice.” Her face was a Goddamned mask at this point, but I could tell she was burning up inside. She’s trapped; she has to either sign it and pretend everything is fine, or she refuses and I go in on her for her “suspicious behavior” and call her higher ups. She signs my copy. I go back and finish my day.
Day ends and the assistant manager comes to me and tells me they have spoken to the president of the credit union and they have decided to terminate me anyway. Tells me I need to turn in my drawer and vault keys immediately and leave the premises. I refuse; “I’m not leaving until we count my drawer down together, I have a printed and signed copy of my balance, and you have signed paperwork confirming that I have given you all keys back.” She has no choice. I walk out with all necessary paperwork, get home, and immediately email the credit union president telling him what happened and how I think it’s utterly unprofessional for an employer to behave this way. He calls me the next day to my personal phone, and tells me the manager and assistant manager both told him I had quit on the spot and walked out without so much as a goodbye. I tell him I have a signed two week notice from the manager, because this sloppy ho can’t even keep own story together for five minutes. He tells me to photocopy it and email it to him. I do. Tells me he is going to have a discussion with the manager and call me back ASAP. Calls me back, apologizes profusely, and tells me that I shouldn’t have been treated as such, so he offers to pay me for the two weeks I had give notice for, ON TOP of an extra two weeks of compensation, and I didn’t even have to show up to the branch anymore. He was paying me a full month for no work to make up for the situation.
First paycheck comes in, and I put on my best outfit. Pick out the hottest shit in my closet that says: “I look incredible” but also “I have free time and you don’t” and “enjoy working here while I get paid while napping at the beach,” and I walk my happy little ass into that bank to pick up my paycheck like:
Happily greet the manager and assistant manager, who are both there like:
Say hello to my friend Tanika, who is at the teller line like:
Enjoying the fuck out of this show, right? Like, she can’t say it out loud, but she’s fucking living for this goddamned circus and it’s written all over her face!
I talk to her and loudly tell her how amazing it feels to have four weeks off with pay, and how polite and nice the bank president is.
Then I walk my happy little ass out of the bank like:
But not before saying bye to the manager and assistant manager and reminding them that I’ll be back in two weeks to pick up my next check, “probably right before I head to Key Largo for the weekend.”
…and that’s the story of how I once absolutely wrecked two people who thought they could use their positions of power to come for me unfairly, and a story I’ll be telling my grandchildren so they know, as grandpa knew on one February morning of 2012, that you take bullshit from absolutely no one.
my favorite part of hamlet is at the beginning when they see the ghost of hamlet sr for the first time
and the guards are like “Horatio, you go talk to it! You went to college!”
and Horatio is like “Yeah! I did go to college! I will go talk to the ghost!”
like. where did horatio go to college. did he go to ghost college
YES, ACTUALLYYES HE FUCKING DIDBC
(a) EVERY COLLEGE THEN WAS GHOST COLLEGE bc ghosts were widely believed to be Real™ n thus scholars learnt abt them. moreover, as everybody knows, ghosts only communicate in Latin; Latin is the scholastic language. Horatio is a scholar, thus both knows abt ghosts and knows Latin, so it is very reasonable to assume he will b able to ask this one what up (as obviously sth must b up 4 it 2b wandering around, why else wld it b here, gawd, this is like. the most basic of basic-level shit)
(B) WITTENBERG WHERE HORATIO STUDIES WAS LIKE. T H E MOST SPOOPYOF GHOST COLLEGES bc they were alllllll about theology n the supernatural n shit so SUPPOSING HORATIO WILL KNO HIS SHIT ABT GHOSTS IS IN FACT A THOROUGHLY SENSIBLE ASSUMPTION
this has been said before but i am fucking adding it again bc it HACKS ME TF OFF when ppl reblog the post w/o commentary as if OP jsut fucking checkmated Shakespeare when in fact all they managed to do was fail at the most basic historical contextualisation of this scene n make a fcuking fool of emselves lmao
when i was in 9th grade i tried to join the military history club but the teacher said i couldn’t join because the stuff “he and the boys” talked about was really advanced so my sister and i ended up starting a model united nations team and then 2 years later he tried to get me to join the military history club again because i kept winning model un competitions and every single boy in his club was literally in love with me and wanted me to join
but i said no bc by that point i was a smart, independent, and spiteful debate champion and too good for them so that same teacher talked the principal into letting him take over our team and kicked my sister and i (the president and vice president) out of it because he didn’t like us so then we became judges at the next competition they were going to and he was so pissed but tried to get us to cheat and let his (our) team win by default so we made sure that the kids he liked in the team that he had chosen to win and was doing all the work for lost and the kids who were still loyal to us got fair points and then i found out the teacher supported neo nazis and thats my story. the end
i enjoy that every single human’s reaction to penguin is unrestrained delight
And penguins lack large terrestrial predators, so their reaction to humans tends to be, “HELLO STRANGE GIANT PENGUINS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DO YOU HAVE ANY FISH?”
While human rights can be violated by individuals or by institutions, they can only be defended by institutions. The European Court of Human Rights does not deal with single individuals who have committed crimes. Rather, it focuses on why the government in question could not take action against what happened. But where are the doctors, politicians and all the people who personally contributed to or carried out such surgeries, and when they are going to take responsibility for their actions? In order to take action against this human rights violation, blaming the Communist regime is not enough. The practice continues today and forcibly sterilized Romani women are still a long way from receiving true justice.
if you are non Rromani you need to stop what you’re doing and reblog this. Don’t ignore it. They are literally treating us like animals. They set our houses on fire. They lynched (literally) a Rromani chavo not too long ago. We are dying. Please don’t ignore us.
