- germans: ok, so our country is called Deutschland
- the french: got it. the country of Allemagne
- germans: ...no? that doesn't even sound like it
- the english: oh no, we got it, it's Germany
- germans: not even close
- the polish: it's Niemcy, right?
- germans: how are you each getting it wrong in a completely different way
- danes: Tyskland
- lithuanians: Vokietija
- slovakians: Nemecko
- germans: ...
- finns: Saksa
- germans: you know what? sure. whatever
- japanese: Doitsu?
- germans: i mean at least you tried
This pun…..oh man…..
We only have less than a month to use this pun. The rarest of puns that can no longer be used, once the year is over.
(Source: ladiesof-shield, via lupinatic)
Headcanon that the Ravenclaw door allows entry to those who willingly and humbly admit that they do not know the answer or that their answer is wrong, because having an open mind and awareness of the limits of your intellect is proof of wisdom.
Supplementary headcanon that there are a lot of good answers, because the door opens for good reasoning, good arguments, and the way your mind hacks away at the problem, not the actual answer itself.
Tertiary headcanon that the door will no longer open for puns, no matter how clever.
Quaternary headcanon that at least once a year, there’s an unsolveable riddle to force all the Ravenclaws to humble themselves and admit they don’t know everything.
(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
consider this:
thor is always running into little kids who are thrilled to meet him - he doesn’t really understand the concept of signing autographs, but he starts carrying asgardian toys around in his pockets to give to kids he meets (much to shield’s chagrin - how are we supposed to keep alien tech under control when the god of thunder is giving out magnetic propulsion toys to five-year-olds?)
but one day, he meets this girl who’s nine, maybe ten, and she runs up to him all misty-eyed and immediately asks him if he knows jane foster
and her mother’s embarrassed because “honey, that’s thor, aren’t you excited to see thor?” but the girl just explains that she wants to be a scientist when she grows up, and that jane foster is the astrophysicist (she pronounces the word carefully, as if she’s been practicing) who found out how the rainbow bridge worked - isn’t that so cool? she read about it in kids discover and they watched a documentary in school and dr. foster was in it and it made her think that maybe because she likes planets so much she could be a scientist, too
and thor smiles broadly and tells her that wanting to be a scientist is a noble dream, and he says “if your mother would be willing, i could introduce you”
and that’s how jane foster ends up with a tiny science geek in pigtails trailing around behind her in her lab, asking how everything works. jane can’t really comprehend the fact that a kid would want to meet her, but she likes explaining things and she looks at this girl and can’t help seeing herself. thor is just fucking delighted because to him the idea of jane being a child’s hero makes perfect sense, why wouldn’t it? she’s jane
and years later the girl grows up to be an astrophysicist or an astronaut or an aerospace engineer and she never forgets the time that dr. jane foster knelt down beside her and said, don’t let anybody stop you from chasing the stars, if that’s what you want
jane foster inspiring girls in science, y/y
I’m really glad that one of my most popular posts on this site is one that I’m genuinely happy with
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this blog hates donald trump
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Friends don’t recommend friends unfinished fanfic.
Friends also don’t recommend friends hardcore care bears porn fanfic.
Just saying
That was one time.
(via fireflyca)
“Good lord, evolution, what is that?”
“It’s a flannel moth caterpillar I just finished. Funny little guy, huh?”
“It’s sort of… terrifying.”
“What? Nah. Look, it’s mostly hair. Pretty irritating, maybe, but there’s not much room for brains under there. It can’t actually do anything.”
“Okay, if you say so. But then where are you going to put it? Like, what is its ecological niche going to be?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Do I have to think of everything? I mean, I guess it could run for president of the United States.”
Source: Olly Boon / YouTube
I want someone to do a production of a midsummers night’s dream but instead of it taking place in a forest it takes place in ikea
#*squints* you make a compelling argument actually#shakespeare#I want this#I want one where the audience moves with the actors#all around ikea#& the play is stretched out#super long#around & around ikea#until you have lost sense of#direction & time & even language#then back out to the exit#for the very end#puck makes the speech#‘think but this and all is mended’#& then finally you are free#free to step out into the light again#into the mortal realms#or you go for meatballs idk (x)
This is what Shakespeare was meant for.
(Source: genos-tals, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
A Thing that I keep thinking about off and on
If trees are so rare in the Wasteland that Nux completely doesn’t have a name for one, not even a made up name…
Toast keeps chewing on a toothpick I mean, can we just. It’s made of wood, I presume?
I mean, she’s basically chewing on the wasteland equivalent of gold.
Just.
I mean also: white cloth? In the Wasteland? White???
Miller might as well have dressed them in diamonds.
And by this I mean I want a Transporter AU or maybe a mafia AU and that I see all these family aus, but I never see addressed the fact that these girls come from wealth and they’re returning to wealth.